Philip stood up and closed his laptop. He would need to pay for his internet again, as he used a wireless hotspot he had found in one of the apartments a few blocks away. This meant that he would have to either use what little funds he still had in hidden accounts on the internet, or go out and steal some Blade's identity to pay for it, possibly after he was dead. Deciding that he'd rather keep the little bit of money he had, he dimmed his Light and walked out of the computer room.
He went to his closet and pulled out a costume. He had decided long ago to make a game out of messing with them, then putting it on Youtube to show the world that they weren't the noble defenders of the people that they pretended to be. In fact, that was only one of the ways he liked to mess with the Blades. Most of his ways amounted to childish pranks meant to make them look stupid, like the time he put pepper juice on the toilet paper of a scouting party, or to sew discord among the ranks, like when he planted stolen pictures of one man's girlfriend in another man's sleeping bag. Some of his efforts, however, struck a real blow for mutant kind, like when he sabotaged their generators, putting there efforts on hold for over a week.
This one, however, was just to make them look like fools. He put on his
predator costume complete with working arm blade and mask that he found in a comic book store. Once he was ready he grabbed his backpack, rolled up the blanket over the door which was there to block his light from escaping the cracks, and opened the door. After pushing the cases of beer out of the way, he climbed through the shelf and closed the door. He then put the cases back in place and camouflaged himself, taking on one of the more menacing traits of the of the being he was pretending to be.
This is going to be fun. he thought as he walked upstairs to go look for one of his enemies.
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Justin had just "ridden the wave" to the roof of the bank where he was living when he heard an explosion from out in the woods. He jumped down through the skylight, cushioning his fall with a roll, then pulled out his cell phone and called his former Mentor. "Hey, Phil, wanna trade?"
"Sure," Philip said, "I was just leaving to mess with the Blades, But I can meet you somewhere. You need anything specific?"
"I could use some food," he said. "I've got plenty of salvage from the buildings in the area."
"Ok," said Philip, "I'll bring you some veggies."
After arranging to meet at one of Phil's safe houses and saying goodbye, Justin hung up. He emptied his backpack of much of his salvaged junk, beside his bed in the bank's vault and grabbed some food, a first aid kit, and some duct tape, shoving it into the bag. After that he put on his armor that he had taken off a dead Blade (one that someone else had killed and he managed to get to before the other Blades) and painted a 'waves' symbol on. It was simple Kevlar, but if he had to fight them, it would protect him. Phil had something similar built into his Predator suit for the same reason.
When he was done he Jumped through the skylight and ran/boosted himself from room to roof, heading towards the safe house. Even with his delay, he'd probably get there before Phil, thanks to his power.
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Dr. Patel grabbed the captives arm and a flush went over him. A few seconds later, he opened his eyes and drew a knife, cutting the captive's palm. The man screamed in pain, but the doctor laid the man's hand on the table, palm up, and held his own hand over it, willing the man's flesh to mend. A golden light left the doctor's palm and within a few seconds the wound had stopped bleeding, and a few seconds after that, it was just a slight scar.
"Yes, Yes," said the doctor, looking at his hand. "So that was the problem." He made a note of it and motioned for the guard to take the prisoner away. "Tell the Commander that I believe I've finished the design for the Regenerator. I'll have a prototype ready within the hour."
The Blade nodded and hauled the prisoner away.