[quote]Scene switches to a crime in process. Suddenly a woman appears, blasting a path of ice across their way. Detoured, the men move down another path only for a wall of flame to block their path. Routed again, they try to go another way only to be stopped by a hooded figure in a billowing cape. Smoke seems to billow all around him, creating an unsettling atmosphere. Grates hiss and emit steam as he walks by (result of Glitch tapping into the city's old boiler systems).

The Demon of New Lilith had come for their souls. His eyes glow with an unsettling fire beneath his hood, his massive wings (cape) drag along the ground as he comes close and fire runs along either side of the alley.[/quote]

[COLOR=DARKGRAY][COLOR=DIMGRAY][I]The smell of vomit quickly overwhelmed the stale air of the boiler room beneath the apartment building the Mavericks had called home since uniting against the criminal underworld of New Lilith. Breathing heavy, Chuck braced him against a nearby pipe, the cool metal was soothing against his forehead while his stomach fought the urge not to produce a second expulsion of bile. Beside him, Makarios stood silently, the footage having left the other Maverick rendered speechless. From his other side, Chuck felt Thomas radiating with anger, the larger man's hands balled into fists as he stood, burning eyes locked on the static image. The monitors in front of three young men sat paused on the final frame of the video message. 

The displayed picture sat frozen as it was magnified across the wall of linked screens Chuck used to coordinate the team and strategize before patrols. But tonight, the screens showed their now former teammate, Gecko; his limp body leaned forward in a wooden chair, slumped lifelessly against the restraints around his wrists and ankles. Behind him stood the hulk of a man known as the Behemoth, his hands having only just released Nathan's head from between them. The head that now sat twisted at an unnatural angle.

[COLOR=LIGHTGRAY]"They're going to regret this,"[/COLOR] Chuck began to mutter as the colour returned to his cheeks. [COLOR=LIGHTGRAY]"Locke is going to pay for all the blood on his hands, I don't know how they got a hold of Gecko but we're not going to let our friend go into that dark night without giving his murderers hell."[/COLOR] 

Pushing off the pipe he had been using to hold himself up, Chuck allowed grim resolve to replace horror as the Maverick leader began to bark orders to his two closest confidants. 

[COLOR=LIGHTGRAY]"Makarios, rally the others, I don't care if they're in the middle of patrol, get them back here now."[/COLOR] Turning towards Angel, Chuck opened his mouth to speak but realized it was wasted breath. Thomas had succumbed to his grief and his rage. Gecko had been like another brother to Thomas and often Thomas had mentioned how much Nathan reminded him of Jason.

Turning the monitors back to their usual live feeds, Chuck watched Angel cut across the sky heading towards the source of the video message. They had already lost one teammate tonight, he could only hope Angel's decision wasn't about to cost them another.[/I][/COLOR]

Lightning lit up the New Lilith skyline illuminating the hooded figure moving swiftly across the city's rooftops through the downpour. The scalloped cape billowed about behind him as IllAdvised moved like a ghoul through the night. Stopping atop St. Hillian's Cathedral, he leered about the streets below from atop one of the old church's numerous gargoyles. New Lilith had changed since Locke's fall from his unholy throne. The way the city breathed was more laboured, not used to functioning without a vice grip around her throat. Without Locke's iron fist guiding the city's rudder, it was in turmoil.

But turmoil bred conflict and right now, conflict was all IllAdvised had to thrive on.

Sirens were a constant sound in New Lilith, but they were scarcely headed toward where they were actually needed. More often than not, you followed the sirens to get away from whatever lawbreaking was being carried out. Which meant the quietest, darkest corners of New Lilith were where crime started and grew until it was all-consuming. 

Retracting the cape, IllAdvised lept from his perch, bat-like wings extending from either side of his armour carrying the vigilante across the alleys below. The coordinates sent to his phone had been for a central part of town. Using a combination of grapple and gliding, IllAdvised traversed the eccentric architecture that made up his home. From Art Deco to Victorian, from Colonial to Neo-Gothic, the skyline was a smorgasbord comprised of an architectural pissing contest. Every era had left a distinctive thumbprint upon the city, some for the better and some better left forgotten.

Goldstein Family Trusts and Funds was one such building. A tower imitation of the famed acropolis of Greece, its walls were stained with colonial blood masquerading as faded limestone. Landing on the adjacent rooftop, IllAdvised surveyed the front of the building. Subtly was rarely actually required in New Lilith when neither the cops nor Locke were going to retaliate. With H.E.L.P. having necessitated the Mavericks going their own ways, even the pettiest of crooks had grown bolder.

[COLOR=WHITE]"I counted five inside,"[/COLOR] A feminine voice broke the constant din of the pouring rain. IllAdvised only nodded in response, the pooled rain falling from atop his hood, crashing onto the ledge beneath his feet. Turning his head, the horrific visage beneath the hood, locked gazes with his informant.

[COLOR=WHITE]"Route them to me,"[/COLOR] He ordered, the mask's voice modulator turning it into a throaty growl.

[COLOR=WHITE]"The ol' put the fear of God in them, then?"[/COLOR]

Beneath the mask, Chuck couldn't help but allow himself a small smile.

[COLOR=WHITE]"There are no gods in New Lilith,"[/COLOR] He retorted while stands. [COLOR=WHITE]"There's only a Demon."[/COLOR]

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[COLOR=DARKGRAY]Present[/COLOR]
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