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Sherman Square, Lost Haven, Maine


”And this is not a courtroom, your charge is foolish. We have done far more here today than is within the right of any of your mortal laws. Do not lecture me, child.”

”Instead, be useful. Let us remove these fools from our presence.”
The words the man had used had an odd sound quality through the howling storm. She could almost hear two voices, but there was clearly only the man in front of her. The meaning behind them, of course, was clear.

”While I can't charge you with any thing now,” she said with a scowl, ”Know that I will be keeping an eye on you, Pantheon. You will be held accountable for any actions beyond the defense of this city and the people in it.” He eyes shifted from him to the scene behind him, and behind her domino mask they narrowed.

As the enemy drew beads on them both, her hands swept out, palms forward, and she fired beams on either side of his head, just past his ears, not close enough to do any damage. They were, however, full powered. Both hit armoured trucks, and the armour proved insufficient to stop her attack. The vehicles exploded into shrapnelling debris, blasting back down the street a block and a half before disintegrating. The direction of the hits meant even men standing directly to either side of the vehicles were spared everything but scratches as they dived for cover. Having divided them into three groups, she quickly generated four walls, en feet high, then brought them together until the enemy combatants had been forced into a single group. She bent all four walls in to form another dome, then glared at the man in front of her.

”So, if you have the wherewithal to actually control yourself instead of acting like a spoiled child, you might try non-lethal methods and containment, instead of wanton murder sprees.”

”Whatever you two have to say about morality, save it for after the fight!” Leanna turned her head to look at the archer from earlier. ”In case you haven’t noticed, they’re still coming! As long as the threat is dealt with and no more civilians are hurt, then do with them as you’d like!”

Glancing up the two streets she had a view of, she saw the woman was correct. Somehow they were facing what seemed to be an army she had known villain groups with far fewer number than were currently being thrown at them, and had been used far more effectively, to boot. She roared out as loud as she could, "Does anyone know where these idiots are coming from? This needs to end ASAP!”

One wall of energy to block up each road, and each pushed forward until it met the nose of vehicles, where it curled up and over them, sealing them against the outer walls of the buildings. They might get out that way, but with the size of the constructs she was making, she was beginning to feel some strain. She hadn't done this much work in years, and could feel sweat beginning to bead on her forehead. Much more and she'd have to start combining them somehow, or risk them falling apart. To save some energy, she landed, seemingly ignoring Pantheon for now, other than to acknowledge him as an ally by putting her back to him in the middle of a fight. The wings disappeared, and she fired another beam at low power, knocking one man further out of the square into his comrades and bowling the lot of them over.

She smiled, despite the stress of the situation. A big battle, with two companions- or at least as close as can be found right now, she thought sarcastically -at her back, she was beginning to feel a sense of prupose she hadn't felt in a while. Perhaps retirement wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Of course, her shoulders were already aching, her hip was complaining about her landing slightly too hard, and her breath felt a little short, but it also felt good to be back in action.

She hazarded a glance back, and saw the archer was hurt, a shot to the leg. ”We're not in any danger here, miss. I suggest you try finding some cover, or perhaps head for the Center itself. There might be good vantage points, and standing next to us might be worse than by yourself.”

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Take down choppers, he says. She had nodded and taken off at once, but she knew the problems with “taking down” helicopters in the middle of a city. This wasn't a warzone, as much as it looked like one at the moment. People had to get back to their lives as quickly as possible. She was struck with the sudden thought that perhaps this was their tactic, a big, scary battle to prove how dangerous the heroes really were. Of course, that plan would be foolish, but if that had been their thoughts, she would do her best to prove them so utterly wrong as to be laughable.

To that end, she navigated the storm. A battle of some sorts of fog and mist was happening near where Chris had engaged with what looked to be some sort of leader. She knew he could handle himself as well as she and Icon could, even if he was more fragile inside his suit. The two girls...Jeeze, they look too young to be here, don't they? Was I ever that young and in a fight?. They looked slightly panicked, but doing well enough, and she hadn't the first idea how to work with their powers. However, that didn't mean she couldn't help while she dealt with other matters.

She flew low over their heads, leaving her trademark energy crackling in the air above them, blocking even the light of thunder from reaching under it as it drank the light around it. As she passed over their heads, she threw them a salute, and then fired off several small beams into the crowd of combatants near them. The whole area looked like chaos from above, men stumbling around and shaking their weapons in a thick fog that seemed to ignore the worst of the rain that was starting to pour from the sky. She pulled up suddenly as a chopper veered her direction. Below it were several of the enemy, clashing with unidentified allies at range. Noting the helicopters gun spin up, and knowing the line of fire left the two girls vulnerable, she flared her 'wings' as wide as possible, and threw up a simple wall of energy directly in front of the choppers, leaving enough so the pilot could see, but blocking any sort of projectile from making it further than a few metres.

The pilot reacted quicker than she would've originally credited, throwing his vehicle into a steep climb to halt forward momentum and get him over the wall. Unfortunately for him, that presented her with the belly of the thing. She put her fingers into the classic kids' “gun” shape, index finger out and thumb up, and took careful aim. One beam, just the size of her finger and only slightly above her lowest power setting, lanced out and blew the front of the machine-gun on the nose apart. Any more attempts to fire it would at best be useless, and at worst rend the front of the chopper into pieces as it backfired. Two more beams shot out, snapping off the side mounts for the missile pods, sending them down onto the men below. Without them being armed, she was only worried about their weight, but she had the rest of the helicopter to worry about.

As the pilot fought desperately to bring the machine back under control after the three impacts, he found his controls flashing even more alarms. Looking up, he finally noticed Leanna gripping the nose of the vehicle. The glass front was surprisingly well armoured and only cracked slightly as she dug her fingers, energy crackling around them to help her cut through the metal, into the plating. She could see him screaming something at his gunner, but it looked like neither of them could do anything. She heard the rotor mechanism twist and turn as he fought with the control stick, trying to move the thing and shake her off, but her titanic strength let her hold the nose in place in the air, her wing flapping to counterbalance any force the engine could muster.

With a sarcastic smile, she began guiding the whole machine through the air. The metal she had gripped creaked and groaned, and the engine screamed at the abuse as the pilot sought a solution, but inexorably it moved where she wanted it to. Finally the gunner slapped his pilot on the shoulder, and she frowned as he nodded back. There was a loud “clunk” from the belly of the thing, which prompted her to move below it by way of a lifting motion with her hands, refusing to let go of her grip.

She saw the shiny cone of the nose of a missile or bomb. It was huge, and looked like it might be a multi-stage explosive. It had come out of some sort of hidden weapons bay, and she noted that, sticking out like this, it was probably now armed. The rocket guides on it began firing, and Leanna let go, finally, muttering, ”You utter bastards,” before she had to catch the thing as it launched off of it's rails. In a desperate attempt to throw it further off course and make her job easier, she pushed the nose of the chopper away from her, sending it into a serious course error as the weapon caught her in the belly and took her away from her target.

She had pulled this maneuver before, but this close to buildings, there was little room for error. And with an unknown explosive, there was really only one choice she had. Recovering quick as she could, using her wings to slow the thing down with air resistance it wasn't built for, she swung underneath it, shoving as hard as she could. Her considerable strength sent it up, over the buildings in a huge arc. She went with it, steering against the guidance systems, and now that the warhead on the thing had travelled far enough to be armed, she nudged it further. It didn't have too much in the way of engines, though, so it was definitely a bomb, not a missile. One final shove up sent it careening out over the waters of the Atlantic. She counted the seconds, as the rain sizzled against her wings idly flapping to keep her aloft. She didn't have any sort of advanced vision, but a good knowledge of physics told her it should be going off just...about...

There was an explosion, not as big as she had dreaded. And then a second, third, and fourth explosion, each one deeper and bigger than the last. A fifth one, much much larger than the previous ones, sent a huge bubbling shockwave up to the surface.

Where the hell do they get this stuff from? Well, not the time. She spun back around and headed towards the edges of the fight. A group of soldiers were clustered around a truck, trying to unjam their weapons from whatever the fog had done to them, and looking a little nervous. No one seemed to be paying them any mind, even though the battle continued to rage. Glancing around and seeing no one approaching, and broken mechs laying around nearby that could explode soon, depending on what they were being powered by, she decided she needed to take care of both.

Streaking down for a landing with her arms over two of their shoulders, energy wings fading to avoid unintended injury, she spread her fingers out as wide as possible and scattered beams into the rest of them, slamming them back into the side of their vehicle. The two she had in headlocks drew knives and attempted to gut her and stab her, to no avail. Even if she hadn't been supernaturally tough, the suit she was wearing had been designed with this sort of action in mind, and it caught at the points of their knives and snarled their attacks without tearing. She placed a hand on the back of each's heads, and, before they had a chance to move, knelt and pivoted, thrusting them forward to fall onto their fallen friends, some of whom were just starting to get up. Smiling down at them, she placed both hands on the side of the truck and fired a weak beam from each palm. The vehicle was sent flipping side over side, coming to rest on its top, two large dents evident from even this opposite side. She then backed up a bit and brought up a dome over the whole pile of men, close enough to the ground that they wouldn't be able to stand, though not so close as to cause them injury from compression. And should they try to break it, long experience told her they would earn themselves only mild second degree burns before ceasing that activity. After a thought, she opened up small holes along the top, where they might get air, but not big enough to shove weapons through.

Leaving the crackling and hissing dome of black and rainbow sparks in the middle of the street, she turned to the broken down mechs. Glancing around, she spotted the man in black and yellow she had noted earlier. She paused to make sure none of the broken machines power supplies would overload, she hopped in the air. She had to look hard before she noted the chopper she had been wrestling with early, just now landing on a roof. Her wings flashed, leaving the telltale trail as she flew fast enough to just barely avoid breaking the sound barrier. Air pressure alone blew over the two men as the were climbing out of the now open cockpit. Grabbing one in each hand by the shirtfronts, she head butted each, then used a set of handcuffs from the small pouch on her suit to attach them to the wheel assembly. She pulled their handguns and knives, tossed them out of reach, then flew back to where she had seen the bruiser.

Stopping in front of him, wings flared to hold herself aloft, she said with a slight frown and knitting of her brows, ”Name's Blacklight. Who're you? And why did you kill that man earlier? You're no judge.”
Somewhere in Hebei Province, China

Dawn


Nicole sprawled along the top of the eastern temple wall, bare legs dangling, fingers intertwined over her stomach, and stared into the depths of the lightening sky. Birdsong rang clear through the air, the sound almost alien to her ears. She had always been in the city, trapped behind barriers of concrete and society both. Her parents had never quite been well off enough to take them camping, or hiking, or anything else that took more than a few hours. The closest she'd ever been to nature was Central Park when she was five, and that was two lifetimes ago now, it seemed. And while the growing sunlight didn't warm her bones like it should have, and she didn't even feel the prickles of energy that she remembered from dawn practises with the soccer team, dawn was still one of her favourite times of the day.

The mutters of some of the monks coming outside for early morning practise roused her from her perch. She sat up and watched them for a few moments, talking about who knew what. She knew by skin colour alone she'd always be at least slightly an outsider here, no matter how Alex framed it to her. Sure, they were open and inviting, but there was always a distance between her and them. White. Girl. Powered. All three put her on a completely different social strata, and whether they knew it or not, they would always treat her differently. Not that that changed if she went anywhere else, but here it was more pronounced.

She shifted her gaze and stared out over the forested mountainsides surrounding the temple's weathered stone walls. Birds took off from one tree a few hundred meters away, startled by something still hidden in the foliage, their colours flashing vivid blues and reds against the green backdrop. She could see why there were so many poets from ancient times that felt inspired by this area. If she was an artist, maybe she could put that feeling into a form others could perceive, but she had no talents with pen and paper. Something her teachers had constantly chided her for not trying to develop, but she had been focused on sports. Less because she enjoyed them, though she did, but more to try and earn a scholarship and get out of the rut her parents had fallen into.

Ruts. She was young, but she knew already that they were dangerous. Too much stagnation and things went sour, rotting on the vine. And her curse definitely made her more susceptible to falling into pattern and not getting out of them. She glanced back over her shoulder at the monks, and suddenly her jaw set. With one quick motion she flung herself off the wall and out of the temple, flopping and rolling as she crashed into the ground a hundred feet below and then further down the steep hillside. Several instances bounced her off trees, but except for useless air getting knocked out of her lungs, as usual nothing hurt her. The worst of it was the disorientation as her view changed randomly when she ricocheted off of three boulders and a tree, spinning madly.

After her head stopped spinning, she stood up slowly. Her choice of clothing for normal days proved good, as neither her gym shorts nor tanktop were more than slightly tattered. She looked up the ravine she found herself in, seeing nothing but greenery and grey stone. Well, shit. Guess I'm not finding my way back any time soon. Not that that was the idea, anyway. She found, to her surprise, it didn't seem to bug her too much any more that the fall she had just took would've guaranteed death to any normal person. Instead, she just had to pick sticks out of her tangled hair as she resolutely turned on her heel and marched off into the forests, aiming generally downhill.




She knew it hadn't been days, but only because her memory didn't match night to forest. It could've been several hours, several seconds, or several weeks for all she really knew since she had flung herself off the wall. She trudged on, tireless, dispassionately watching the foliage as it smacked into her face. If she had pockets in her shorts, she would've stuck her hands in them. As it was, she had snapped off some sort of thorny branch and was periodically taking vicious swipes at imagined foes. There were no tracks in this areas, no paths, so she was left to forge through undergrowth that may not have seen humans pass in a hundred years. She thought that it might've been nice to know what she was walking through, but she hadn't taken a biology course before and her family had never really been the outdoors-y type. Still, she filed the thought away for when she maybe went to school again.

The sudden appearance of the road came as somewhat of a shock. One minute she was wrestling with some especially thick vine plants, and then she had torn through them, only to be sent careening down another hill. Only when she came to a stop this time, it was on a dirt road, in a jumble of broken branches and small boulders. She sat up after coming to a stop on her back, arms splayed, looking to her right into the astonished eyes of a farmer who had been leading his mule, laden with bags, along the path. He stood perhaps thirty feet away, mouth working like a fish out of air. The mule looked completely unconcerned with the sudden appearance of a white girl out of the woods.

She was just about to ask him to stop staring, when he screamed out, ”Shénshèng de gǒu shǐ, yīgè jiàndié! Měiguó zhèngzài rùqīn!" He then took off at a dead run past her, leaving the mule to stare uncaring after him for a few moments before following at a sedate pace. Nicole stared after him, then shook her head, stood up, and looked around.

Down the road where the man had run, dense forest and rocky hills gave way to distantly visible open fields, she guessed probably all farmland. In the other direction, the road bent around the hill she had come down. Figuring whatever the man had shouted, it wasn't polite, she turned towards the bend and took off at a sprint. Not really out of alarm, just the feeling of speed after however long she had been thrashing through vegetation.

The sun went down soon after, but she kept running. After all, it was the fastest mode of transportation she had at the moment, and, except for the occasional tumbles over unseen stones, she was in zero danger of getting tired or lost. The road just kept going, weaving through the hills. When she finally burst around a corner and saw the first signs of civilisation, a bus station sitting on the intersection of her little dirt road and a paved one, dawn was beginning to colour the sky again. Feeling a bit weird for having run so long when she should've gotten tired, she sat down at the little bench and looked around. This new road ran along a river, and judging from where the sun was, north to south.

It felt like an instant before the rickety little bus pulled up, but the sun was high in the sky. It was a beaten thing, looking like it had probably been in service since before her dad had been born, and probably repaired so many times there were no original parts left. The door was made of wood, she noticed as it swung open with a creak. A kindly fat old woman smiled at her wide and chattered at her.

"Nǐ yào qù nánfāng ma? Wǒmen réngrán yǒu hěnduō xíwèi."

Nicky shook her head and said, "Sorry, I only speak English right now."

There was a thump and a rustle, and what sounded suspiciously like a chicken in distress. The driver looked back and said something so fast Nicky didn't even know what she heard, and another, younger voice responded. A head poked around the corner in a sweeping curtain of deep black hair, and a girl maybe two years older than her, with wide eyes and deeply tanned skin, grinned at her.

"I speak English! My name is Wang Shu. This is my Aunt Jiayang, it is her bus."

"I'm Nicole." She instantly regretted how impatient she sounded. "Sorry, it's been a long week."

"Week? You've..." There was another rapid-fire conversation, during which both women looked Nicky up and down several times. She was suddenly conscious of the dirt covering her, the mud spattered over her bare feet, and the tangled mess that was her hair.

"Quick, come come! We get you out of here." Wang Shu beckoned her onto the bus. She hesitated, then stepped up the creaking stair and into the dim interior of the bus. There was a couple sitting next to a stack of cages with chickens and ducks in them, and an old man at the bus that must've been over a hundred sitting next to a tiny young boy. Everyone was in country clothes, completely unwesternised. Wang Shu ushered her to a seat just behind the driver's, sitting next to her and slapping her aunt's shoulder twice. The bus took off with a shuddering jerk and a cough in the engine, then rumbled off down the road at what felt to Nicky as extremely unsafe speed in a vehicle that should've broken down a decade ago.

"We see several girls before, strangers, come out of the woods," her new guide explained. "There is a bad place further up in the mountains, somewhere, where kids get taken. Some say drugs, some say worse. Grandmother always say it witches."

"Huh? No, nothing like that with me. I just got lost. Kind of on purpose."

Wang looked at her a little oddly, giving her another up-and-down appraisal, eyes lingering on her bare feet and legs. "You don't even have scratches. You are good in woods?"

"Uhhhh...something like that." Nicky felt like she was probably blushing at this point.

"Oh. Well, this is not good place to get lost. Xié'è de nǚwū, criminal, animals, all up in these mountains. Monks too, but that is a hundred mile north."

Nicky forced herself to not let her jaw drop. A hundred fucking miles? How long was I running for? Outwardly, she asked, "So where are we headed?"

"Oh, this is monthly trip. We take people up and down road. First stop is Zhengzhou, then south to Hefei and Wuhan, Cross the Yangtze to Changsha, to Guangzhou, then west to Nanning, and final stop in Hong Kong. Then we come back a different way, further west. Next trip is along coast and then reverse this trip."

That is a lot of driving. Do you get a lot of business?"

"Enough so we get another bus next month! We can double our trips! We get advantage on big government lines. We care more, people see friendly face and want to ride. No faceless man driving, only Auntie."

"Well, I have some money. I dunno the exchange rate, though." She dub into her waistband, coming up with several folded bills. Flipping through them in front of Wang Shu without knowing how much she was flashing, she counted out several hundreds, a bunch of twenties, and a handful of all the smaller bills. "How much to get to Hong Kong?"

"In US money?" There was another rapid exchange. "Auntie says five dollars and we take you anywhere you want to go. It easy since we go there anyway. You save the rest of your money, get yourself clothes. How long you in China for?"

"That is a good question. As long as I want, I guess."

"You need papers, too. We get you those in Zhengzhou, my uncle's friend has a place to do it. Make you nice and official. In the mean time, we have long drive, I teach you some words."

Since the girl wasn't seeming willing to give her a chance to say no, she settled in for a lesson.

Several dozen miles behind her, on an isolated farm road, a farmer was excitedly pointing at a barefoot print the size of a small girl's pressed into the road a good six centimeters. The two policemen stared at the hole, trying to figure out what they were supposed to tell their superiors.

And in Beijing, and older man received an email from an old associate in America that made him grin like a child with a new puppy. His office was all steel and dark stone and glass. Behind his nearly empty glass desk, and flanked by two very serious men in shades and business suits, the corporate logo for his company, Gōngyè Zhěnghé was emblazoned in huge golden symbols. Cleverly hidden in the logo by subtle stroke differences was the arguably more important symbols for the Golden Dogs Triad.
You could always join us in the Discord server to get tips and hints in real time. But as for now, ummm...Lost Haven is nutso at te moment. And there's really not "sides" for most of the characters. I *just* opened up Detroit as a setting. NYC and Pacific Point are both good spots. And with the HoH arc going on everything's kind of a mess atm, so you could slip in pretty much anywhere and go unobserved.

If you're looking for team-ups and fights, I would suggest fine-combing over the CSs, read some posts, and see where or with whom she'd fit best.

Also hahaha it has been forever since I've posted in OOC





Lost Haven, Maine

22:17


Blacklight stopped over the edge of Lost Haven, peering through the growing storm, trying to find her target location in the dimness. The echoing thump and flares of battle against the damp darkness of evening told her exactly what she needed to know. Hovering in place almost a thousand feet above the suburbs, her “wings” flapping to keep her aloft, she squinted, trying to gauge distance and numbers, but even as she squinted she remembered that that sort of reconnaissance was pointless with metahumans in the mix. Her wings flapped once, echoing thunder back at the rumbling storm, and took off towards the fight, her energy wake barely visible against the growing blackness of the stormy sky above.

She watched, horrorstruck, as the fight clarified in relation to the closing distance. Several fires picked out whre the wreckage of some machines had fallen into the city. She guessed helicopters until she spotted another fireball descending from above the clouds. She streaked over the fight as fast as possible, not caring at the moment about the sonic boom the followed her. At the extreme of her beam ranges, she targeted the falling wreckage and fire with everything the had. The sound of breaking light was like thunder and breaking glass, and the wide beam of black energy would be obvious, but thankfully the battle was already well past the point where stealth was required. The leading edge of the beam caught the falling wreck and obliterated it before it could do any harm. She peered at the area where it had been falling and growled to herself. That's residential. What the hell do these people think they're doing!?

Spinning in place a few hundred feet in the air, Leanna searched for any more of the jets, but failed to spot any. Another bloom of fire and roar of noise announced another helicopter going down near the square, and she rushed over, careful this time to avoid the glass-shattering speed she had moved with previously now that she was closer to the ground. Seeing an attack helicopter going down, spinning rapidly towards a building bordering the square, she generated a field of energy in a simple flat plane, big enough to bounce the thing back towards the street. As it bounced, she rushed forward, killing the field, and grabbed the thing by the wreckage of the tail. Hauling backwards, she halted it's fall, though the tail threatened to rip off at any moment. She guided its descent down to the street, blocking as much of the road as possible with the wreckage. She didn't see anyone getting out, so she landed and ran over to the cockpit. Only dead men sat in the seats.

Cursing, she launched back up into the sky, to hover near a rooftop and watch the battle, seeking a place where she would be most useful. On the roof near her a girl with a bow of all things was firing into hounds, providing cover for a greaser-looking kid who was wielding lightning. Nearby, a man in full body armour was standing over several unconscious combatants, multiple guns being raised at him from a few more of the enemy. She sent a beam to cut through their ranks, at minimum power, sending them into the pavement and skidding into a wall with what was sure to be multiple bone fractures. Scanning further, she glanced Icon and Iron Knight, together with a core group of people. Two of them looked like costumed civilians, and a third, some sort of blue woman. Well, if they were with Arthur and Chris they were fine. A streaking blur gave evidence to a speedster in the mix.

Some sort of mechanised suits were battling, as well. One looked as though it had police insignia on it. The other was nearly double the size of any other, using some sort of chainsaw weapon to cut into the opposing side. How the hell anyone had mechs at this point, Leanna didn't know, and without knowing what the power sources were, she couldn't reliably blast into them willy-nilly. And another flying brick type seemed to be giving them support, albeit in that way that melee types always seemed to. She knew the look on the big man's face all too well from personal experience. As that group tore into the enemy, however, she noted they weren't exactly being careful.

She turned to the girl with the bow, said, ”Keep up the good work! Try not to kill anyone!', and leapt off of the roof. Flying at a good clip, she swung out towards the mechs, batting a flying arm down into the pavement and blasting another chunk of machinery out of the air hard enough to vapourise it. Swooping past the brick as he dropped what she assumed to be a dead combatant, she fixed him with a scowl, but didn't take the time to admonish. Instead, she flew straight to the center of this mess, hovering a few feet from Icon just as the man finished up with a mech. Bullets pinged off of her skin as the enemy infantry decided she was enough of a threat, and she idly threw a low-power beam sweeping behind her near ground level, taking out their legs.

”Long time no see, old friend,” she said with a grin over the visible part of her lower face. She nodded at the rest nearby. ”I see you've gathered quite the party together. Where do you need me?”





A farm outside of Jamesville, NY

18:45


The dying light of the late afternoon cast gold shadows through the light green of summer leaves, leaving an imprint of tranquility over the field where Leanna toiled. Birdsong filled the air as she stood up and winced at the pops in her back and hip, but the relief came flooding in after them. She had no idea how long she had been crouched over at this point, hauling weeds out of a patch of soil soon to be planted with autumn vegetables. Long enough, at least, that her muscles, powerful enough to break a vehicle in half in her hey day with little effort, were rebelling at the abuse. Yanking off soil crusted gloves and tossing them over the bag laying a few feet away, she put one hand over her eyebrows to shield against the sun and surveyed her land.

To the north, less than a few hundred yards away, was a thick copse of oak and ash, which thinned into a line going east to west and dividing her farm from her neighbour's. The trees met a stand of cottonwoods and willows to the east that ran south along the jagged edge of riverbank her land backed on to. She knew at least one family of ducks was there now, though the foxes may have chased them out by this late in the summer. To the west lay open fields for several acres, most of which were grass for her animals, before hitting the county road that ran north up to Jamesville and south to Tully. And south of her position now was the remainder of her three hundred and sixty acre farm, generously paid for by the government in return for her services to the country and the world. Situated roughly in the middle was a modest little farmhouse, grey slate roof over a single story of ivy covered walls and massive bay windows. Stretching out from almost every edge of that building was a complex, spiralling maze of vegetable gardens, flower beds, and play areas for the three dogs she was currently fostering. Slightly away from that was the barn for her two horses Applejack and Bourbon, the milk cow Fatty McGee, and the small herd of goats that kept her fallow areas mostly clear of overgrowth. Built into the side of that was the chicken coop, well armoured against the attentions of predators and with an opening that let the birds into their own enclosure inside the main structure.

The southern end of her property was a mass of orchard trees and grape vines, one her neighbours were constantly telling her she should organise into rows. But she always deflected, and noted privately that her fruit trees tended to do better than any others in the area. The drive up to the house from the road was simple dirt, bordered by thick masses of roses and jasmine that fought viciously for dominion over each other. Parked on that dusty path was her motorbike and a beaten down, barely functioning and well loved old Chevy Suburban of indeterminate age and colour. She never cleaned the thing, and did all the repairs herself, which left her with a mostly jury-rigged machine that nevertheless hauled what she wanted it to. Just outside the barn was the old flat bed trailer for supply runs and a horse caravan for vet visits.

All in all, she thought to herself, This ain't such a bad life. No more getting blown up, no more death and destruction to tear through trying to find what's left of little kids. And the world has left me alone to it. Her toes flexed inside the weather worn and muddy boots she wore and she stretched her arms out wide. Fingers splayed out as she breathed deep, inhaling the scents of the land: Soil and grass soaked by yesterday's rain, the cold, clear notes of the river, the blooms from the orchard and driveway drifting up on the sweet, gentle breeze that caressed her bared arms. The warmth of the sun, despite being dampened by the lateness of the hour, provided a nice counter-note to the slight chill of the breeze. She held that pose for several moments before the cell phone in her jeans pocket went off, breaking the spell.

She pulled out the offending device and examined the screen with a frown before hitting the green button and putting it up to her ear, wincing slightly in anticipation of the conversation.

”Tim, what can I do for you?” Her voice was carefully measured. It didn't do to infuriate the already on-edge neighbour across the road.

“Leanna! Thank God I got hold of you, girl!” The voice of Tim's wife, Faye, came as a surprise. They were only in their twenties, but already argued like an old, bitter couple, sometimes loud enough she could hear them from across almost a mile. Well, that could have been her imagination. But the slight panic in Faye's voice caught buried instincts in the retired heroine. ”What's wrong, Faye?”

“Well, Tim got into his drinkin' phase again, sugar, only this time he decided to take up his grievance with the city council about that expansion to the road on the other side of us from you. I don't think he'll make it past the bar, but if you could go stop him from doin' anythin' foolish, I'd sure be appreciative. I don't need him getting' arrested just now, ya know?”

Leanna certainly did. Faye was six months pregnant, and the couple were definitely in the “wife stays home” camp. ”Don't worry, Faye, I'll go get him back for you. How long ago did he leave?”

“Oh, just now, sugar. Not even ten minutes.”

”Alright, sit tight, we'll be back soon.” Leanna left her bag where it was, glancing up to see the sky was clear, and ran for the truck. She might be faster on the bike, but she didn't feel like riding in buggy weather with only a filthy tank-top on. Her boots splashed through a puddle as she ran, reminding her of the driving conditions until she got into Jamesville proper. One quick stop to reach inside the door and grab her keys, and then she was heading for the truck. For not the first time, she wished she could just fly, but none of her neighbours knew about her past and revealing it for a stupid reason like one of them being drunk was not a thing she relished.




An hour later, in Jamesville, NY


Leanna sat in the waiting room of the local cop shop and stared at the ceiling. Thankfully Tim had been pulled over before he had managed to hurt anyone, himself included, but his usual aggressive manner meant that the officer, one Anne Bradbury, had hauled him in instead of escorting him home like they usually did with the farmers around here. After all, the farmers were a long shot better than the students coming down from Syracuse. Leanna knew that personally, having been one of those students once. But to get him out with only a warning meant using some of her credentials as an upstanding citizen and retired government official,. Even if her exact former occupation was obfuscated, it was not a comfortable conversation. She almost wished they had used her time helping the Army to give her veteran status, but that was almost certainly wrong somehow.

Sitting in the hard plastic bench, Leanna let her gaze drop down and scanned the room. Jamesville was a quiet town for the most part, but there were trouble makers everywhere, she knew. At least one other guy looked destined for the drunk tank, and a pair of teenagers sullenly staring at the floor looked like shoplifters. The background hum of a television tuned to local news and the conversation of the desk sergeant and another officer bled into one another somewhat, but everything stopped when the radios in the police area all went off with the same “alert” tone at the same time. The heroine perked up suddenly, glancing towards the door once before standing and walking over to the counter. The sergeant glanced at her, and then over her shoulder at the television. His eyes narrowed slightly, business-like, and she turned to see what it was that had caught his attention.

At the same time she saw the alarm system colors flash onto the screen, and the horrible tone go off from the tinny speakers, a red glow flared once in the window. Several shouts from the back alerted her to the police not knowing anything, and she raced to the window in time to see the fading line to the south. It was too far away to tell where or what, but she knew as her heart fell and stomach churned, trouble the likes of which she hadn't seen for ages was coming.

The reporter's voice came up, choked with emotion, and without images, she was left only describing what little they knew. A laser of some sort had struck in three places. Texas, Pennsylvania, and Massachusets. No word from anyone in the area. The Air Force scrambling. Leanna heard on the police comms behind her that everyone was to remain on high alert, and all off-duty officers were being called in.

It took half an hour, everyone in the station staring at the television, before they found out what the damage truly was. An island and a town wiped off the map, utterly gone. A smoking crater occupying much of Philadelphia, only a few hundred miles south of them. And these so called Hounds of Humanity claiming sole responsibility. Echoes of conversations with government officials rang in her ears as Leanna rushed out of the door, heedless of her surroundings.

She was allowed a generous pension, in secret, due to her service in several matters. They were sad to see her go. Would she like to be on call in case something truly bad happened? Of course she would, she had answered. She was a hero after all. She fumbled her cell phone out of her pocket, dialing Faye and only getting a voicemail. She briefly went over the instructions that Tim would have to be picked up, apologised, and climbed into her truck as she hung up. A decade of protecting her identity came back in a flash. Drive quickly, and with purpose. Can't leave the car here, it would cause questions. Back to the farm, get my gear, call in. Don't act to calm, be sure to be a little panicked, everyone else is.

The drive back was unbearably long, even though it only took half an hour. As soon as her engine was off, she slammed the truck door open, racing for her front door as fast as she would allow herself, which even as much as she was restraining might have looked a little blurred to a normal person. The closet in her room was tossed, clothes flying everywhere, until she uncovered the old military footlocker at the bottom. She didn't bother trying to find the key for the padlock, just ripped it off and flung the lid open. Inside, sitting there just like she left it, was her old costume. She stripped down as quickly as she could, tossing muddy clothes on top of clean, and dressed as fast as her joints would allow. They creaked in complaint, but she ignored them as she tugged her arms through the sleeves. The familiar feeling of the specialised armoured spandex felt oddly comforting. She tried a few punches and kicks to make sure no tears were likely to occur, then strapped the domino mask across her face and arranged her hair so the strap was hidden. An experimental thought and her strange black energy came crackling around her fist just as fast as it used to.

On her way back to the front door, thoughts raced furiously as her black leather knee high boots clacked ominously along the dark hardwood floors. Twice before now, Springheel had come to her, asking for her help against these Hounds of Humanity, but twice she had refused. It had seemed like just another hate group, one that who die off or be arrested in time without her intervention. Her doctor had also vetoed any activity, though he was sympathetic. And now? Now the guilt came welling up. What if she could have stopped these people before they had gotten this far? Or at least helped?

No, those thoughts were unhelpful now. Now was the time to formulate a plan. She thought of old companions, those who might know what the metahuman response was going to be. Springheel was too flighty, and operated outside of normal channels half the time. Denier, her only other frequent visitor, was in Asia and unlikely to be able to answer right now. That left Iron Knight and Icon of the old crew she could call on. Everyone else either wouldn't answer the phone or was dead. She hauled her phone out of her belt and dialled a number she hadn't had occasion too in almost two years, and hoped her old compatriot answered quickly.

“Hello! You have reached the voicemail of Christopher Arthur. Please leave a message after the tone and I’ll get back to you as soon as possible.” For a moment, there was a silent pause and an anticipation of the recording tone. However, one did not sound and instead Chris got back on the line. “Just kidding! Young time no see, Long. What got you to crawl out of whatever hiding place you’ve been lying low in for these past years?”

“H’lo, Chris. You’re just as bad as ever, I see. But now’s not really time for banter. I just saw the news, figured we’d be gearing up for a response. Do you have any idea when or where? This is one of those…” her breath caught for a second as she thought. ”Come out of retirement moments, you know?”

“Doing a Jordan, I see,” Chris gave as his first response, despite Blacklight specifically telling him that the situation was dire. “I’m heading towards Sherman Square, where I’m hoping several other heroes will gather, assuming my message got through. Hopefully a united group of heroes can uproot these damn Hounds.”

”Sherman Square? In Lost Haven still, then? Alright, it’ll be a while before I can get there, but I’ll meet you there as soon as I can. These bastards are not getting away with this.”

“Since they could not even properly sideline me out with an orbital laser, I have no doubt they have no chance against the heroes of this country.”

She shook her head. ”You’ll have to tell me about that one later. See you in a few hours, Chris.”

Stepping out into the cooling night air, she let her powers build up. Rainbow streaks scattered the light around her, casting strange shadows around her in scintillating colours. From her back grew the two wing shapes of energy, each almost ten feet long. She stretched them experimentally, flapped them once and felt sure she could still fly, and then took off in a crackling roar, leaving a black trail behind her as she streaked east, towards Maine.
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