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Wichita, Kansas is often called the Air Capital of the World. Home to McConnell Air Force Base, the city was able to fend for itself well before the heroes ever arrived in Kansas, its air units taking down most of the League of Conquerers. By the time Strategist's forces arrived, the battle was nearly over, and the League of Conquerers had been forced into retreat. The city itself took very minimal damage, and secured the borderline. Of all the areas on this border, Strategist is the least worried about Wichita, because it has proven it can easily take care of itself. Of course, this defeat was the most humiliating to Positron, as this was the only defeat he took at the hands of the military, and even some civilians who sent 747's crashing into some of the more powerful villains. The casualty rates were extremely high for Positron's side, because the "no killing" rule applies to heroes only, not soldiers or civilians.

Quickdraw slowly opened his eyes as the light from the teleporter faded away. He saw the oncoming cars, he heard the horns honking. He started to move, trying to get out of the way before he became roadkill. He took one step away before he was promptly yanked in the other direction, towards Katran. He landed with a thud on the sidewalk and quickly rolled over before pulling his rifle off his back and taking aim down the sights. Apparently, he was overreacting. They had just landed in the middle of the road it seemed. "Well, that was embarrassing. And I'm fine, don't worry. I'll be sure to say something if I get hurt, otherwise I'll just keep my mouth shut."

Quickdraw stood up and flicked the safety off and turned on his red dot. He was around civilians, but he'd rather not have to take a second to ready his rifle, in case something did happen. Plus, he was a good enough shot to not hit the civilians, well, unless they decided to run in front of the rifle for some reason. "I guess we should get started now? So, I guess I'll take off now, unless you have something you want to say."

Hotbox, one of the newest members of the LoTH, was heading towards Kansas with all the speed he could. Some two miles out of town, a motorcycle sat idling, emitting a throaty rumble that vibrated the eardrums of the man that sat upon its finely-tooled leather seat. Seeing the town in the distance, Hotbox had stopped his 'cycle, and now sat, fiddling in his pocket, with some difficulty. The armoursuit he wore underneath his clothes rubbed like sandpaper on his skin, making his grumble loudly as he dug in the pocket of his jeans. After a minute or so, Hotbox extricated a small radio and thumbed the "on" switch, drumming his fingers on the casing as he tuned the radio to the frequency the Strategist had given him.

"Katran, this is Hotbox. The Strategist sent me to join your patrol." He ground out in his gravelly voice. As he sat, shifting uncomfortably, Hotbox amused himself by conjuring small flames out of mid-air and sending them into orbit around his short-cut hair.

Can't believe I got sent to Kansas. I mean, this backwater hick-town probably doesn't even have a casino. Hotbox snorted, his mouth twisting into a derisive sneer.

As the depressing Dirigible floated closer to Kansas, White Misery began to recall how well this place can defend itself, and well, his small balloon and casket didn't make him seem the friendly type. So as soon as he was close enough he let his Dirigible sink down to the ground and melt back into Black Tear and back into the crystal onto his neck. He made the rest of the way on foot. Once he made it ok into city(with little to none complications) he began to walk the streets. He held the pendant close to his neck. Lets cause a little trouble. "A-alright." White Misery said softly as he let just four drops hit the ground. The drops quickly formed into Grave Robbers who split ways and would begin to cause trouble.

Zeal's cloak whipped about behind him as his bike roared through the streets leading to Wichita. His bike screeched to a halt right in front of a police cruiser. Smirking the villain waved at the cops inside before picking the bike up off the ground and slamming it into the top of the car.

The airbags suddenly deployed stunning the cops temporarily as Zeal moved his bike aside so that he himself could get up onto the hood. Thrusting his hands through the windshield he grabbed both cops by the face and slammed their heads together to knock them out. He had no reason to kill them after all.

Before he left the cops alone he made sure to ruin the engine of the vehicle. It wouldn't stop them from calling in but at the very least it would be two less normal beings possibly caught in a super powered fight. He had no illusions as to what he would be viewed as if his plans ever came to fruition but that didn't mean he wanted to have people senselessly killed.

Heading into Wichita Zeal found himself a parking garage. Grinning the dark haired former hero drove into it. Katran had the gift of flight so it only made sense to get high up. True he could fly as well but he liked having the motorcycle. The tires squealed as he made one tight turn after another at high speed. Once he was on the top of the garage he parked the bike and looked around for Katran's flying form.

Zeal's blue eyes gazed across the city as he searched for Katran. He smirked when he finally caught sight of the heroine. Grinning the former hero started wheeling his bike backwards as he watched Katran fumble about with the Tactic's cell and placed a call to Strategist. True attacking her while she was calling Strategist would instantly alert the leader of the heroes to the situation however at the moment she was distracted and the auto teleport that the cell contained was now targetable.

He revved the engine of his bike a few times before going full throttle and shooting towards the concrete rim of the parking garage. He popped a wheelie near the rim and with a little of his flight powers he cleared it and was flying towards Katran from behind. Continuing to pull back on the bike he did a back flip and kicked off the seat of the motorcycle sending it flying back over the parking garage while launching him even faster at Katran. A blade of dark blue energy formed in his hand and as he shot towards Katran aiming to tackle her in midair this blade slashed out at the electronic device she was using for communication.

((I thought as much too. Hence the delay before I posted with Zeal again.))

(grr i sat here and thought forever but i cant think of how to help Zeal...any suggestions would be nice an sorry to add more to OOC))