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“Clearly none of you bother to take in the view outside on a regular bassist.” Reaper went over to one of the many windows in the shop pointing at Liz and winking only hoping to upset her like before. “I’m talking about the beam of….” He trailed off to silence as he pointed at the beam that seemed now narrower.

“It’s changing…” Reaper was almost audible.
What could this possibly be? It can’t be an attempt to destroy the mountain. He looked back at the group before him We’re gonna need a bigger boat.

“I’m The Reaper, by now our mutual acquaintance Chamberlain here has told you about me I hope. I’m nobody’s champion but I am one of the best at what I do ma’am. I hope that you can say the same.” Reaper paused and rubbed his brow with his gloved hands, his mind was racing attempting to figure out strategies for this occasion. He walked back to Tara and extended his hand,

“Listen, normally I would love to have this chance to sit down shot the breeze with all of you exchange stories. I dig that stuff; love the chitchat.” He placed his other hand on his chest and tilted his head, from the way he moved he… was clearly in a hurry. “So let’s get started, like I said I’m Reaper… three people are with me. Two will be in shortly. Heatstroke, my right hand man, and Dome, she’s a rookie. I’m also bringing to this… table…Experience in myself, a man by the name of Soul, and Sovereign. Others will join us in do time.” He looked down at his outstretched hand then he pulled it away and shook his head.

“Who are you guys and how can you help us?” Though he acted strangely towards her it was clear that he was filled with nothing but concern for his city and all who inhabited it.

Seraphael and Belial both climbed, mounting the beam and following the narrow pathway in to the clouds.

"Be warned, it's a long walk."

"I'd figured."

The two walked silently after this, moving closer to the mountain in the sky.
Belial looked down and observed the city. Watching as it continued living. The city seemed to have slowed down now.
He watched the city.
And the city watched him.

"Hey," Felicia said while throwing on a pair of black and white striped undies, "Should we take the limo or just fly there?" She walked over to the huge wall sized painting that Sheila opened like a door to reveal a cavity containing all of their equipment. She began to don her suit.

Ester hurried over to the desk with her coffee as quickly as she could and set the scalding cup down. "I'm sorry, so many people have been checking out early it's a real mad house. You know, because of the..." she motioned with her head toward the ceiling cutely. "What can I do for you?"

Carol smiled slightly as she entered into the building. She examined the group and saw that Victor had indeed tried to rush the ordeal.

"Hello." she waved at everyone then found a corner to stand in to observe how the pros do it.

"Oh," Ester replied, "I'm Ms. Deleno. I live here at the hotel as a matter of fact. What is it that you need?"

Liz seemed to tense a bit when Reaper entered the building but after a quick glance at her mother, remained seated. Tara still seemed to pick up on this and smirked. Her daughter was not the most withheld person but not many people were able to irritate her enough to make her visibly want to remove them from the room after one previous meeting. This man might be a handful.

"I can assure you that we are the best at what we do and at doing what a lot of other people think they're the best at," she said in curt toned as Sovereign entered the building.

"We are well aware of you Mr. King," Tara said in a neutral tone. "We have had a very insightful source on you and your makers through the years."
She stared at him for moment as if decided whether to say something and then said, "Phantom says hello."

She then turn and without missing a beat spoke again to Reaper. "We go by the label of 'Hunters'. We are a organization mostly worried about the global state and stability of the world. In laymen, we kick the s**t out of people make this world a worse place than it should be, but most on much larger operations than say, a local mafia. We are actually more used to dealing with non-powered individuals than others, to be honest most people with powers that go bad don't have a whole lot of want to group with others and take over the world, their egos tend to get in the way or they just don't care. they just do what they want and that usually does a lot less damage in a year than the hard drug trade in Mexico or the militants in Africa do in a few days. Generally we work in pairs that have a close and long range or a attack and a defense personal.

"We came her not necessarily out of direct interest in the mountain itself but who or what could be causing it. Someone or something with that much power and the gal to use it whenever and wherever they want regardless of what might happen could cause major damage quickly. We need to stop it. More of our people are migrating this way, in fact, the second pair should be here int he city somewhere by now. And one of them has a connection to the arcane that could prove quite useful in figuring out exactly what this is and what is causing it."

Ester nodded emphatically. "Oh! Um, yes! Right this way!" She walked around the desk and asked a coworker to watch the lobby for her while she was gone. She took a step, and winced then retrieved her coffee which she had forgotten. After she had she led Leon to her room and let him inside. "Excuse the mess, I havn't had a chance to clean up yet."
Inside there was a young boy about 12 and a younger girl tragically missing a leg and eye.