Morning Cole and Eva stared each other down from across Cole's kitchen table. Cole was eating a bowl of cereal and she was drinking a cup of blood she brought with her. Their eyes never leaving the other until they sensed Avira coming near. "The spirit, what was your name? Whatever, let me guess Arthur sent you here didn't he?" Cole asked. "You don't even know her name Fido?" Eva snorted. "Do you fanger?" Cole glared at Eva. "I only met her once fleabag." Cole muttered something under his breath. "What was that?" Eva asked in a bit of a angry tone. "Don't you have a coffin to sleep in Twilight!" Cole huffed. Eva hissed at Cole, and in turn Cole growled at her.
Morning The man chuckled at Angelina. "Handcuffs really? And when Fisher's pets find us? You do realize they will see right through you right?" Just as the man finished his sentence a loud thud came from Fisher's office. "Was that really necessary runt?" The Golem asked Martian who had broken the door down. "Yes. I need something to.....vent my anger on." Martian looked over at the bookcase and saw the secret stair case. "Well pebbles, looks like we will have some fun after all." Martian said as he cracked his knuckles. "Guards, stay here at the door. No one gets in or out!" Martian ordered. The guards looked at Rivers and he gave them a nod. The man took out his cell phone and pressed a button on it that sent a text. After the text was sent a white portal appeared behind him. He yanked the flies from Angelina and tossed them in the portal. "If you want the flies so bad then talk to my employers about it. I'm getting paid one way or another." He said as pulled out a different gun. This one had a suppresser on it and had silver bullets in it. Martian came down the steps first. The man shot Martian in the knee. "Son of a WHORE!" Martian yelled as he fell down the steps. Martian looked up and saw Angelina and the man. "You?!" Martian yelled out. He tried to get up but fell back down. "What's it going be girl? Go with me, or stay here with your boyfriend?"
Morning "Because I asked nicely?" Arthur half jokingly replied to Avira. "You can help or not, tis up to you. I could use your help, but I'm not going to force you to. Although I do know someone who can probably make you a...how did you put? Ah yes a breather again. But the choice is yours. Go to Cole Jackson's hanger if you accept. Same to you Gale." Arthur tossed Gale a cell phone with Cole's hanger set in the GPS. "Now Gentleman and Lady, I must take my leave." Arthur went back to Cole's SUV and drove off. "Oh you little *****!" The man yelled as Angelina ran to the stair case. He pulled out a rather large revolver and aimed at Angelina. He fired a couple shots above her head. The revolver made a lot of noise, which was the point. Alarms started to go off. "Well now we're in trouble. Hand over the flies and I can get us both out. Trust me girl I might be in it for the reward, but my employer is going to use this to stop him. Think about it girl, you don't have the resources to stop Fisher my employers do." The tower guards could be heard outside about to get in. "Answer time girl."
Hawke with package in hand rode towards the University. His GPS gave him the quickest route. As he rode towards the University, he decided to have some fun. He would weave in and out of the cars and constantly tap on the windows of the drivers. And as one would expect they cussed him out with every swear word in the dictionary and flipped him off something fierce. And Hawke enjoyed it, he loved it when people got so pissed off. He arrived at the University fairly quick. He locked his bike to a tree and went inside the building. Hawke took a cherry sucker and the package out of his bag. He opened the sucker and put in his mouth as he read the package to check where he was suppose to go. The package was going to some teacher in the science department. Hawke tossed the wrapper for his sucker in the nearest garage and went on. He had to go up two floors before he was the right one. He went down a hall looking at the room numbers until he came onto the one he needed. Hawke opened the door and a younger looking man was inside. "Paket dlyag-n Harper.(Package for a Mr. Harper.)" Hawke said in a disinterested tone. "Ah thank...err....Spasibo, ya Harper.(Thank you, I'm Harper.)" The man was obviously not Russian. "Ok sign here." Hawke spoke prefect English. He grabbed a clipboard out of his bag and handed Harper a pen. "You speak English? And quite well?" Hawke rolled his eyes. "Look pal I'm not here for life stories. Just sign the damn dotted line!" Harper gave him a curious look and signed the dotted line. "Thank you and consider using our company again because you business is blah, blah, blah." Hawke would always get in trouble for not saying the whole thank you and please use our services again spew.
Ryder 'Muscle' Sanders Location: Battle Hall Time: 7:25 Mood: Awesome The lion shrieked, clawed, and about everything to get out of Ryder's grip. All of it useless, Ryder's skin was too dense for the lion's claws to penetrate, at least at the current state the lion was in. Darcy fired his cannon at the bot. The shot hit it in the back in and revealed it's power supply. "Muscle! Hold it down! I'm going for the kill!" Darcy shouted. "Got it!" Ryder yelled back. Ryder shifted positions and put the mechanical beast in a headlock. The lion struggled even more now. Ryder had a hard time keeping his grip, but he kept it long enough for Darcy to remove the power supply. The lion instantly froze, not struggling against Muscle's strength, as it's eyes shut off. There was a descending hum, as the lion went limp. All systems went to immediate shutdown. The lion was detained. When it went fully limp Ryder released it. Ryder fell back on the ground and sighed out of exhaustion. It's hard keeping a robot lion down. After about a minute of laying down he hopped up. "Bravo." Dr. Shankman said from the stands. There was some applause, even Banshee was clapping. "I would also like that fuel cell back, if you don't mind." Dr. Shankman asked Darcy, "You and Sanders' grades have been raised. you also preformed an excellent example of teamwork and precision timing. You are now able to return to the Main District." Ryder gave Darcy a huge pat on the back. "Way to go rookie! Too bad our fearless leader and the others didn't see us out there."
Episode 10 The Plan July 10, 2013 Morning "Me get us caught? Please girl, I've done this type of thing twelve times before. My employers only hire the best." The went on. He felt around the bookshelf in front of him. He moved a book and that opened up a small stair case next to the book case. "You see girl, if you want to succeed in this line of work you should really look at the buildings blueprints. There's all kinds of peculiarities to the design." The man went down the stairs, and they led to a room full of old books, many...strange things in jars, and a large old desk in the center. The man looked around for a moment before he came across a safe that was covered in a bunch of odd glowing symbols "And bingo was his name-o." The man reached to open the safe but as soon as he touched it a electric surge that forced him to back away from it. "Always something." The man pulled out a clear baggy of some sort of white powder. He poured the powder over the safe and the symbol's glow vanished. The man picked the safe open and grabbed the folders inside. "Oh my pretties your getting me a island!"
Tyson watched Hana pace around and mutter to herself. 'I should have trusted my gut when I met Temeluchas. I need to make this right, I can't let anyone else suffer for my mistakes. Especially not these people. I need to take care of this myself.' Tyson was in deep thought. 'Maybe if I get my sword I can take care of Temeluchas myself.' "Can I trust to untie you?" Hana asked Samuel. Samuel let out a derisive snort. "Aren't we quick to trust again?" He thought about it for a bit. "Well, as comfortable as I am tied up like this, I'd prefer not to be in them." He sat himself up straight. "Tell you what: Don't piss me off, and I'll try to behave. How's that sound?" Tyson didn't like the idea of releasing the superpowered con. "I don't think that is a good idea. I could put my handcuffs on him if you want, that would probably be better then having him tied up." Tyson voiced his opinion. It may not be up to him, but if need be he would be ready to take Samuel down. He was the one with the hand gun, assault rife, and telekinesis to boot.
"Azazel? No ma'am I'm not here to get Azazel. In fact it was work that brought me here to London, not them." Tyson answered Hana. He glared over at Samuel. "Well Mr. Rivera, by chicken wings I'm assuming you mean Temeluchas." A bit of anger filled his voice when he said Temeluchas. "She's the only I've been in contact with. But I did meet her boss once. Oh what was his name....Danel I think. My job was a bit more complicated then kidnaping someone." Tyson took a deep in and exhaled. "Nephilim. That's what I was needed to do. Temeluchas did something to me. She gave me some of her power." Tyson's voice of full of regret. "That's how I've got my powers, among other things. But of course from what you say it was all for nothing!" Tyson's anger was starting to boil over from just talking about it, which of course caused the smoke to swirl around him. Tyson took in deep breaths and the smoke disappeared. "That's one of the other things."
Tyson glared at Samuel. He recognized him from when he was on the news a while back after escaping prison. "Interesting company you keep Hana." Tyson decided not to bring up the part about Samuel being a escape convict, no need to overwhelm Brandon anymore then he needs be. "Yeah, the powers we have are pretty cool Brandon. But they hurt like a son of a ***** when you use 'em." Tyson glanced over at Hana. "Um, pardon my French." Tyson's mother always hammered in that he should act all proper and gentlemen like when around women, no matter who the woman is. "But once you get used to them the headaches and such aren't that bad. Annoying but not that bad. Granted I've only used telekinesis. But as for the swords, that's new to me...wait do I get a sword?" Tyson was slightly geeking out over the prospect of getting a special super angel sword.
"Unnatural! So getting hit by a drunk driver going 70 is natural to you! No they.....they....argh." Some part of Tyson knew they were telling him only what he wanted to hear, but sometimes it's easier to believe the lies that you want to believe then the cold hard truth. "Barachiel? The angel of lightning? He's not one of yours?" Another fallen here in London, Tyson could only imagine why there's so many here. He came to Tyson and Hana very nervous. "Uh, um, y-yeah l-last night, I um, yeah I saw that. Zombies everywhere, and um, magic swords girls and uh, um Brandon's my name hi." 'Did he just say magic swords girls? What the hell did I miss here?' "Hi Brandon, I'm Officer Malone. Are you ok? Are you hurt?"
She gave him a pat on the shoulder before glancing around again. "Officer Malone, it's never too late. You always have a choice. Please come inside so we can talk where it's safe." Hana set one hand on his elbow and gently led him to the door. 'What? She isn't mad at me?' Tyson followed as she led him to the door. "My name is Hana, by the way. I don't think I've introduced myself yet. The others inside are just like us, and some of them may be in a similar situation as yourself." 'Situations like mine?' She started to open the door, but hesitated. Hana turned back to look at him, giving Tyson a thoughtful expression. "Do you mind me asking what they have on you? Zadkiel is an Archangel and would not be swayed so easily." Tyson knew this question was coming, but that doesn't make it any easier to answer. "My......Fiancé. She died over month ago. They promised to bring her back." Tyson said with a lot of regret. "I'm probably a whole different animal then the Zadkiel you knew." Tyson looked around outside before he went inside. "Did you hear something?"
"No, you don't want to talk to me. Like I said. I'm not Zadkiel, I haven't been for centuries." Tyson didn't know why he was telling her the truth, it's something about her that he feels like he can trust her. "Yes I know about everything. I would love to help you against Lucifer. But I've fell too far. I'm.....working with them." Tyson said with a heavy heart, he obviously didn't like the whole arrangement and regretted it. "I'm sorry for what I've done, and for what I will do. But I don't have a choice in the matter."
Without machines, who will feed us and clothe us and compose our smooth jazz? Who I ask you! Who!
Night The man calmly put his hands up. "I'm sorry, this isn't the bathroom." The man lied. He spoke with a slight British accent. He looked closer at the 'security guard'. He rolled his eyes. "Get out of the way girl. I've got important things I need to do in here. Lives are depending on me. So please get the hell out of my way." he put his hands back down. He moved past here and went straight to the bookcase in the office.
Tyson was about to move onto the next room, but then the door cracked open. A woman cracked the door open. 'Finally somebody.' Tyson thought. He was a little relived that he found someone living. "Can I help you offi --" Her eyes widened at the sight of Tyson. 'Oh this can't be good.' She opened the door fully. First thing Tyson's eyes went to was a man inside tied up and what would seem to be some kind of blade wound. "Zadkiel ... ?" She asked. 'Oh this really isn't good.' Tyson gave her a confused look. "I'm sorry Miss, I'm not Zadkiel. My name is Tyson Malone. But please call me Ty. You should get out of the city Miss. I could help you if you want." Well it was sort of the truth, he hasn't been Zadkiel for centuries. Hawke rode into work about 30 minutes late. "Hawke, vash pozdno! (Hawke, your late!)" His boss, Anton yelled. His boss looked like the stereotypically Russian man. He was big and intimating looking. "Da, ya znayu . Eto nemnogo , chto nazyvayetsya trafik. (Yeah, I know. It's this little thing called traffic.)" Hawke replied in a uninterested tone. "Vse ravno, u vas yest' paket dlya universiteta postavit'. (Whatever, you've got a package to the University to deliver.)" Anton ordered.
Ryder 'Muscle' Sanders Location: Battle Hall Time: 7:20 Mood: Pumped The lion instantly fired off the rockets at Muscle's challenge, one of each rocket zeroing in on each target. Ryder waited until the rocket was arms length away. When it was close enough Ryder took one swipe from his massive right arm, sending the rocket flying into a wall in the stadium and it exploded. Darcy fired his cannon, the projectile hitting the rocket just enough to force it off course. "That all you got kitty cat?" Ryder smugly asked. Darcy's cannon's back piece slammed the ground again, reloading the barrel. As soon as it loaded Darcy fired another time, now at the lion. It was still facing Muscle as the projectile hit it square on the rocket launcher, damaging it from the fire velocity and from the projectile shattering into millions of dirt. The lion immediately switched targets. It turned in Darcy's direction, pulling out a new weapon, this time emanating from its mouth. A slight hum and a strange thump could be heard from the cannon. "Well ain't that a load of shi-" Was all Darcy said before the weapon did 2 more thumps and it fired. A huge wall of energy spread from the weapon as Darcy break-rolled to the side, letting the laser hit the wall. Ryder leaped out of the way. "Oh come on! We don't fire lasers at you! So why do you feel the need to fire lasers at us!" The lion fired again, causing Darcy to backflip and Ryder leaped out of the way as well. Darcy reloaded his cannon, and waited. The lion fired once again. Darcy pulled the trigger, and as soon as the dirt-bullet flew out of the barrel, Darcy rematerialized the blast shield. The dirt-ball hit its mark, compacting the blast in an explosion of soil. The blast, on the other hand, cracked like a mirror. A bit of dirt hit the inside of the Vertical Laser, causing it to short circuit and forcing the lion to charge Darcy. "Oh no you don't!" Ryder yelled as he tackled the machine before it got to Darcy. "Let's see those pearly whites of yours!" Ryder forced the mechanical beasts jaws open. Ryder broke it's bottom jaw and tossed it a good 6 feet away. "Finish the main course before your dessert!" Ryder growled.
Ryder 'Muscle' Sanders Location: Battle Hall Time: 7:16 Mood: Pumped "Same here." Darcy chimed in, "Besides, I haven't gotten to have an actual class, sir." Ryder grinned. "Alright rookie." Dr. Shankman smiled. He clicked his tongue. The beast immediately took a battle stance and growled. A slight 'whirrghing' sound was heard as the lion's shoulder plates opened as 2 dual rockets popped from the shoulders, aiming for the two. "Well that's just not fair." Most of the students went back to there dorms, including Elle. But Banshee stayed to watch. 'Thanks for the vote of confidence oh fearless leader.' Ryder thought. He glanced over at Darcy. He was obviously trying to keep calm. Ryder was a little impressed that he didn't leave as soon as the rockets came out. "Well, this should be interesting." "Muscle," Darcy said, "If you can block explosions while amped, and without hurting yourself, I suggest you amp." Ryder went ahead and amped. "Already ahead of you." Darcy grabbed the slab of metal that he was disarmed from as the metal morphed again, this time into a shoulder cannon. It's back piece slammed into the ground, grabbing a huge chunk of earth and hardening it. "I hold the machine long enough for you to try and bring it down physically." Ryder gave him a nod. "Remember Machinox, we can't destroy it. Only disable it." Ryder cracked his knuckles. "Alright kitty cat. Let's go."
DAY 23 Monday, October 14th, 2013 Tyson stirred when everything was quiet out. He moved the shelf in front of the back door. He peeked outside to check if the coast was clear, it was. Tyson quietly and cautiously walked out into the alley. "Now what Malone?" He was tempted to back track to where he left the group but it might still be swarmed with those things. Tyson went on down the alley, hoping he could find survivors.He wondered around quite a bit. The city was like a ghost town. So far he found nothing but a few birds pecking at dead bodies. He came upon a motel. "There's plenty of rooms here, maybe someone's hide out here." Tyson pounded on some of the room doors. "Hello? Is anybody here? I'm a cop!" He yelled as he pounded on the doors hoping for someone to answer. "Ugh...." Hawke moaned as he got up. He tossed his alarm clock across the room. He roused up after a couple minutes. Hawke went into the bathroom that was connected to his room and washed his face. When he was good and woke up went into his little kitchen and grabbed a couple of pop tarts. He put on a shirt, and a pair of pants as he ate. After he finished the first pop tart he grabbed his messenger bag. He tossed the bag on his back and went on outside. He unlocked the bike chain and wrapped it around his waist. He hopped on his bike and went on to work.
Night "Forget this!" Cole yelled. "I say we take the fight to Fisher!" Cole was tired of waiting around, he knows where Fisher and Martian is so why wait? "Yeah, then you get a bunch of extra holes in you. Courtesy of those silver bullets." Russell mocked. "I hate waiting around." Cole growled. Cole's ears flicked, he could hear someone coming. Cole opened the hanger door, he saw it was that vampire biker, Eva. Eva parked her bike outside the hanger. "What do you want fanger?" Cole thought he'd never see her again, well more hoping. Vampires have a certain scent to them that almost makes werewolves sick, as is werewolves scent to vampires. Eva took off here helmet and glared at him, fanger was a petty bad insult to vampires. "Well let's say that your dragon friend gave me a offer I couldn't refuse. He told me to come here, Fido." Eva went on inside the hanger and sat down on the couch. "Arthur told you to come here? Why?" Eva gave him a shrug. "How should I know? I thought dragons were extant." A young 20 something man began sneaking past several of the security guards in Timely Towers. The man made his way to Fishers office. He first looked up and down the hallway to be sure the coast was clear. When he was satisfied he opened the door.
Finally after what seemed like forever a couple of the 'zombies' showed up. Some military officer took the first shot. He took the zombie done quick and a clean with a shot to the head. The Irish cop that sat next to Tyson on the plane took down the other, although it took a few shots.'Well that wasn't too difficult.' Tyson thought. A soldier poked at the bodies. "This it then? All this wondering around and we've only found two? And they weren't even hard to kill!" the soldier obliviously was only there for the action and glory. Then the 'zombie' sprang back to life, and tore a big chunk out of the soldier's leg. The Irish cop didn't take the zombie after all. The soldier shot it in the head and a few more times in the chest. "Damn *******....." the soldier continued to yell every swear word he think of as he keep filling the zombie's chest with bullets. After he was done Tyson helped him limp over to a car with a open door. Tyson gently helped him sit down. "Will I be ok?" Before Tyson could answer or even look at the wound the soldier leading them marched over to them and drew his pistol. The leader placed the barrel against his head and pulled the trigger. The wounded soldier's blood splattered across Tyson's face. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" Tyson backed up and took aim at the leader. "He would have turned into one of those things. Trust me, this is more humane." Tyson and the leader stared each other down. Tyson was doing everything in his power to remain calm. He knew if he got angry then that smoke will appear and the way they were acting he wouldn't get a chance to explain."We gonna have problem here?" The leader continued to stare him down. "No.....sir." Tyson took aim off of him. The sound of running could be heard off in the distance. It sounded like a stampede. The zombies came like a wave towards them. "Stay together! Don't split up!" The leader yelled. They all fired into the wave. A few of the zombies fell but they pushed on. They finally hit the group. Crunching, tearing, gunshots, and screams of agony filled the air. The few that didn't fall right then were forced to separate and were backed up towards the buildings. Tyson took done many but they seemed to keep coming. Tyson used his powers to push aside a few of them. He ignored the headache and nose bleeds it caused. Tyson was running out of bullets and fast. He bolted for a near by alley way. He couldn't tell if the others were ok or not, he was the only one on this side of the street. He ducted into a building. It was some kind of restaurant, and he was in the kitchen. He blocked the door he came in with a shelf. It seemed that he would have a breather for the moment. "Damn, where's a tank when you need it?" Tyson was breathing heavily. "Looks like....running in those tires back in football has finally paid off." Tyson blocked the front entrance to the kitchen. Now he had to wait those things out, so this seemed a good time as any to take a rest. So he took himself a little nap.
