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"What what is it?" Sam questioned looking up and for once he didn't take his camera with him. This was big it was bigger than his obsession with his co-workers rump, bigger than sweeps, bigger than his work. This was aw inspiring. "Now that is probably not a good thing." He mumbled as he raised the camera to the sky getting the perfect shot.

Belial awoke to a sound.
Footsteps.
He looked up, a young boy stood over him, holding out a hand.
"Who're you?"
'You'll see.'
"Where are you going to take me?"
'You'll see.'
He rose, his head aching violently, the young boy leading him down the path.
As they walked, he saw something on the boy's collar.
Two letters, stitched in to the hem of the neck, two single letters.
'LC'.

"Did Seraphael send you?"
'You'll see.'

Belial groaned as the moved into a well-lit room, his eyes snapped shut.
"This had better be good..."

"Okay, Sam new story. Down low, get me in the shot with it in the backround." Kitty responded quickly. Then she and Sam did what they did best. Make award winning news.

Reaper saw the joy in his partners eyes, he couldn't deny him this moment...and hell it's not like Reaper cared to much for Chamberlain.
"Ricky get in the Shelby, we're going in style," Reaper laughed sliding in through the passenger window." Now let's see how cocky he is....*looks atop the visor* typical. Oh Hotpants!" Reaper toyed dangling the keys out the driver side window.

"Open gate15, we have a prisoner," said one of the guards surrounding Elizabeth. They really weren't taking any chances after what they had heard about the last time she had gotten loose in a facility like this. s**t had been broken, plans had been foiled, and most to Liz's delight, the level of danger she apparently posed had grown.

She was shackled so much it seemed like she had a hard time carrying all the weight. Her entire forearms were clasped together with some super hardened alloy she had not seen often, and the cuff was attached by chains to a collar around her neck as well as a belt and to the cuffs that restricted her foots' movement to within a foot.

On top of that each of the cuffs held humming emitters that kept her from manifesting her cutting aura of energy. To top it all off, she was surrounded by 8 guards forming a box around her. From most viewpoints, she was proper ********. Then again, not many were privy to what was the plan behind the madness of Liz letting herself fall into a trap like she had.

Once the order was approved, the doors slid apart slowly, working on huge hydraulic pistons and gears drawing back the five foot thick doors as well as the second set behind it, opening perpendicular to the first set. As they walked in slowly, Liz gave a quick glance at her surroundings, she would need to remember them shortly. The hallway they were in passed by a set of two way mirror panes. She stopped short there, causing the guards to stop as well, all leveling their guns at her. She stared into the panes for a moment before the guards behind her said, "Move it b***h."

She gave a quick glare to the guard, remembering to maim him extra well when the time came before looking back at the panes and winking before starting to walk again.

I have what I need a voice said in Liz's head. The implant had hurt, but being able to hear from Tinker almost anywhere with a device that was rarely picked up on scans was supremely useful, she was glad Sam was on their side. They could not talk back without a alerting attention at in these kinds of situations but at this point she did not think Tinker needed any advice.

I'll have an access point in a few moments, bare with me while I am. Arbor is ready outside, he is set to begin demolition as soon as you are hot. He should have the outer doors out of the way by the time you are ready to evac, if not sooner.

There was a few moments of silence as Tinker worked and Liz was led toward a cell at the end of a hall, pass by other cells along the way, evoking some cat calls and some calls for help, though most of the cells' occupants remained silent, apparently reseigned to their current position.

Then, just as they were opening the solid titanium door to her cell she heard, You are go Ascalon. I repeat, you are hot take them out. Lights will cut for 5 seconds in 1.

Liz grinned as she felt the humming in her restraints stop and the clasps come undone as a alarm sounded for less than a second before the lights were cut. She hear the confused yelling of the guards as they armed their guns. By the time the red emergency lights had come on, 2 seconds after the normal were cut she had charged her former chains into whips covered in her aura. With a short spin she managed to take out all but two of the guards, severing limbs like butter.

She did a somersault towards the first, throwing off his aim as she flipped over him, grabbing his head and snapping his neck with one quick motion as she flew over him.

The last guard, which she had wounded in both legs with her initial spin had been trying to drag and limp his way to a communication panel when the lights came back on. "You called me a b***h," Liz said as she cracked her knuckles. "Now will see who's the b***h."

A few short minutes later Liz was standing in one of the control rooms for the facility, the guards on the ground behind her and techs unconscious in the corner Tinker had talked her through what she needed to do. As this was mostly a close circuit system, there was very little Tinker could actually do from the outside. Once she had downloaded the the needed information and uploaded the selected viruses and tracking agents Liz found the manifest of prisoners and flipped the switches to turn off the security systems on the cells which housed the non-criminal offending mete-humans and mutants. The HUNTERS did not agree with what was being done here, but there was no reason to be releasing dangerous men and woman back into society, when the po-pos showed up they could deal with them.

Liz made her way to the entrance, a stream of newly free, ecstatic men and women running past her as they made their escape. When she got to the first set of doors tot he outside she saw some of the people trying o use their powers to get out. She politely pushed them out of the way and focused her aura in a blade like object extending from her hand. She rammed her aura into the frame of the door and drug it along the sides until she met the mark of where she had started. With a swift punch from a near by, seven foot man the chunk of metal fell back and the group moved on into the larger open hallway where a huge opening marked the place where the outer doors used to be.

The doors themselves were in one piece, but their had been snapped from their place in the stone mountain that housed the facility and plants clogged all the pistons and gears as well as all the automatic defense turrets lining the walls. At the far end of the entrance stood a lone man, his strawberry blond hair roughing in the harsh wind from outside.

"Good to see you know how to clear the way for a lady," LIz said as the cheer from the freed prisoners went up as two large trucks arrived with enough room to hold them all. "Anything to remain a gentleman," Zack said with a slight smirk and bow.

The partook in a short embrace before each hopping into a separate trucks to guard them.

"Mission Complete Tinker," LIz said as they drove off.

"Good, now we have something of an urgent mission for you two, some others may be joining you if time allows, but you are the closest. We need you to go to Fahrenheit, there are some most eventful happenings going on right now. We will have transportation arranged when you reach your next stop, you should be there within a few hours."

"Anything we should know?" Ask Zack.

A familiar older female voice sounded then on their inner radios, Necropotence's. "Yes, and old acquaintance of mine may be involved in this, possibly two of them. Be careful, they is not to be trifled with lightly."

"Roger roger," replied LIz and Zack as their trucks moved off into the dark."

[[best entrance post ever?]]

A tall man walks out of the back of a bar and in the alley for his ruotine smoke break. He reaches inside his vest and pulls out cigar and bites down hard on it, almost angry at the fact he wants it. Looking around he chills the drink in his other hand with a thoughts and the martini glass frost up like a window in the dead of winter. He hears a beautiful rumbling noise and he rushes to the end of the alley. Just as he reaches the street a Shelby GT500 speeds by and skids down another corner. "Lucky b*****d....I should pull a bank job or something this ******** laying low is not working anymore I'm bored out of my mind!" He takes a match from his pocket and brings it up touch his face and strikes it. He lites the cigar and shakes the match slowly looking up. "What the hell?"