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Occuring on April 4, 2012, three armored trucks are transporting superhuman criminals to the prison in Nevada. It’s roughly five o’clock in the afternoon, and all three trucks are taking different paths to arrive at their destination.

TRUCK 2: Captain Cosmo, Morningstar, Spencer, Janey vs. Darkstar, Red Baron, Wendigo, Zeke

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Zeke was ready to start earning his keep. He was in charge of stopping the van from continuing to it's destination. He had planned this spot in particular. It was when it would pass by a man-made lake with more than enough water for him to work with. He was hiding behind a rock that allowed him to hide and see the van reach the spot where it would be ending its little trip. Once it was about o hit the mark, he focused as hard as he could and smashed a massive wave of water that flipped and rolled the truck off the road. Hoping to high heaven that the others hadn't flaked out on him he made his appearance. He kept some water around him, he could breathe in this water so he would be ok plus he had it moving with such pressure it could catch a bullet in it torrent, leaving him without a bullet in him. He went after the driver and guards. Unlike him, they couldn't breathe under water.

While he would have preferred being grouped with Nolan, this was okay too though to a significantly lesser extent. Spencer sat in his seat across from Morningstar as he took his time to thoroughly inspect his new weapon. It was something he commissioned for in secret, unknown to most of the other agents aside from those he considered friends or close allies. It was a secret mostly because it could be considered experimental by most, dangerous in the wrongs hands, yadayadayada. He didn't stress the details and trusted that this weapon would show results in a situation such as this. The sooner he blew the super villains to kingdom come, the sooner they could all go back and mark this one down as a job well done. "Please don't tell me you just jinxed us." He asked the super who felt the need to comment on their odds of opposition coming their way.

If that's what he wanted, he sure as hell got it. In an instant, the truck was thrown over onto it's side. The unmistakable sound of rushing water smashing against the hull. Yep. He jinxed us. With a sigh, he looked over his surroundings, noticing how Morningstar immediately stepped out of the truck to assess the situation at hand. The walls within the truck was now the top and he was hanging from the seatbelt, suspended by it until he clicked at the buckle causing him to fall to the bottom right next to where he dropped the weapon. He took it up into his arm, loading the first cartridge into the slot underneath as he too stepped out from the truck. "This is Agent Wilder, we've made contact. Someone's intercepted the truck." Spencer chimed into this central communicator. For this mission it spanned across all communications connected to the mission at hand.

"So. Who or what are we dealing with?" He asked of Morningstar as he looked through the holographic sights of the weapon. Morningstar took the first shot, only seeing the last bit of it fly passed the figure's head from afar.

Wednesday, April 4th, 2012 - 5:00 PM

Conversations were held, of which he mostly was not a part of, not that he was choosing to be anti-social. It was just that only small talk was mostly held. He held a chuckle here and there and it was only a few seconds to a minute when he felt the first sign of danger. A joke about being jinxed had just arrived and Captain Cosmo merely thought "of course," when everything from then on went on cue. He was telekinetic and partially telepathic. He did not need to know what Morningstar possibly guessed as well to know that it was time to pull the reigns up on this and that's exactly what he did. When the truck flipped, he was already floating and everyone on board was unharmed.

All of them had barely weighed close to a ton, so they were hardly an ounce of power to catch, orange auras surrounding their entire bodies to keep them in place. Because he was already hovering, he had never left the same position he was in while the truck practically capsized. When everything came to a halt, he let them go, some of them falling on their own volition, but it was not harsh compared to how it would have been if he did not catch them.

He was about to call out to the two, but oh no, they took off. Morningstar was out from his defensive reach and at the mercy of who knew what else. He could only dwell on what was in front of him, which was the unconscious figure behind the pod, the two drivers and of course the other guards. Fortunately, the two SIA agents were not far from his reach when the beam shot out. It was there that the entire frame of his barrier illuminated in a bright orange array of energy before dissipating. The same happened when the assault of water tried to go for the guards and. While he was not certain if these enemies knew what he was capable of, but for now, he would have to play it smart.

"We're going to resume moving" he stated through the comm links. "There's an enemy out near the lake, my guess his or her condition is water, which means we're out in the open against somebody in the sky and...something else up there...get back on. We will play defense unless there's another alternative."

The truck began to rise, landing back on the road.

"I cannot personally see outside of this truck, but I know some of you had something really dangerous. The person utilizing the water has no clue how susceptible they are by sitting there. You wouldn't even have to make a hit to send a shock through their system."

He told them that right before they got back on the truck. He nodded to the drivers to keep on moving. He made use of their large firearms, these rifles, both of them floating around his body. Still, he had to play an actual move of his own and so he did, pushing an aura outwards, flowing in nature, constantly rotating in form. The surprise, well someone would just have to find out.

"Let's get back to moving. You two try to focus on the angsty figure near the water. I'll offer support to Morningstar primarily, but will intercede if I have to. As for the drivers, you should have left yesterday. Get to moving."

The truck began to drive off once more. Just maybe, they would make it out of most of the lake's reach with what he suggested to several figures along with something he had in store.

“I’ll deal with them,” he replied on their link, immediately blasting his sister with a beam. “You want this pod? You’re gonna have to take me out first,” he declared. While he and his sister always had to play their stupid game—which was equally frustrating for him, since every victory was given to him—his rivalry with her was always real, and he wouldn’t rest until he beat her fair and square. It just so happened that this time didn’t call for him to defeat her, so he knew she would giving it her all. He would not lose; he refused to lose.

Her brother welcomed the challenge, as always, the dumbass. Without wasting any time, Darkstar blasted her brother and proceeded to send a flurry of energy his direction. It usually ended up like this, exchanging blasts. While beams were fast, they fired straight to maintain that speed; energy spheres were more reliable, especially when fired rapidly. He knew she was the superior fighter; she just happened to take the losses for the sake of elevating her brother, a fact she was weary of.

However, she found her phone gave a rather unsettling command from her father to take the loss. This was especially humiliating now that she was with a group. However, she could not defy her father’s commands, so she groaned in frustration and subtly slowed her movement, before getting struck in the shoulder and quickly descending towards the ground. Her brother was probably going to just watch and boast about how he bested her later.

Meanwhile, Janey remained beside Spencer and his fancy new toy. It was impressive, enough that she did not think of whether it was legal. Although, given their line of work, what worked was usually immune from complaints. “Good luck,” she said promptly. She would have assisted, but it seemed like whatever he had was far more suitable than the standard firearm she was packing.