<continued from Siberian Incursion >

Hyde picked up the phone, the number wasn't one he knew; but since only one or two other people had it, he figured at worst it could only be a telemarketer. He clicked the answer button and heard Ranger on the other end.

"Well, I said afterwards drinks are on me. Up for one?"

Definitely a bar would be exactly what he needed. He was already feeling the shakes coming on. And they had plenty of things they needed to discuss. He got ready to say such but then realized he had not shown him his face, Should he? That was for after a few drinks at least he chuckled to himself.

"Bring some beer. There's a McDonald's in Times Square. I'll be on the roof, right behind the golden arches."

Flynn changed back into his civvies and hailed a cab. Ye it was time to see if this Ranger fellow would like to be a part f a team. As a former Army man the idea should appeal to him Flynn figured. He would see if Z wanted in; but he doubted it. He pulled out his flask; but it was still empty Oh well, beer was coming.

"Bring some beer. There's a McDonald's in Times Square. I'll be on the roof, right behind the golden arches."

"Alright, see you there." He responded and then hung up the phone. Sliding the back into his pocket he approached his bike. He climbed on the Hayabusa and donned his helmet. He had seen a liquor store on the way here so he decided that would be as good a place as any to stop by. Starting the engine he thought about how to get to the store, it wasn't to far from here, maybe a few blocks back in towards the center of the city. Riding to the liquor store he thought about what had just transpired, how him and Hyde had handled Ivan and his 'comrades' without any back up. In Operation: Red Mitigation it took an immensely large intelligence force coupled with the military's most elite to take down Alexi and Ivan and that wasn't that much larger of an organization than Ivan's appears to be. Perhaps we can work together in the future, we make an amazing duo.

Arriving at the store he kills the engine and walks inside he grabs a six-pack, buys it and heads back to his bike. To make the drinks fit in the compartment he pulls them out and sets them neatly in, barely fitting. Seeing as that was done he sits back on the bike and takes off on his way to Times Square. I wonder how long it will take Hyde to get there, does he drive, walk, take a cab, either way I doubt he goes over one-hundred in the city. His Bike screams through the city ducking through alleys, taking main roads, and all the while avoiding police and driving in between cars. Traffic to him is a merely avoidable inconvenience.

Arriving at time square he locates the golden arches and drives back around the side of the building and parks his bike. Now is the question of getting these beers up there. Searching the alley he finds a small box that seems perfectly sized for six beers. He grabs the box and walks back to his bike, opening the compartment pulls out the beers and sets them in the box, then he closes the compartment and starts up the emergency exit.

Reaching the top he steps out onto the roof and holds up the box, "I've got beer, and it is still cold."

Ten minutes after Ranger begins his talking to the empty air, Flynn finishes changing in the bathroom at the fast food restaurant. He goes invisible and makes his way out of the lavatory. Hopping over the counter and silently grabbing up a order of fries from under the heat lamp; Hyde heads out the back door and up the ladder to the roof. Coming up on Ranger sipping a beer, Hyde returns to visibility and holds out the foodstuffs, "Care for some fries? These are the best things in the world, I swear. Hope I didn't keep you long. I don't have a teleporter"

Hyde picked up a beer, squatted down on the roof, and pulled up the bottom of his mask so he could drink. The first beer went down fast, chugging it until he could crumple it and drop it to the rooftop. He grabbed up a second one after munching a few fries. Draining half of it in a quick set of swallows, he let out a, "Burrrrrp!"Then he offered the fries to Ranger once more and spoke on a more serious level.

"We did some good work back there. I've worked with a hero or two since I've been in New York now. It's gotten me thinking. There's strength in numbers. A group of heroes could do well against the hordes of evil in this city. I happened to come across a metal adapting mutant that helped me stop a bank robbery. A hero named Wraith helped me stop some gang violence. You and I took out the arms dealers for a terrorist cell. Such threats can't be handled alone all the time, and some tings require more than just two. Do you think you might want to hep me create such a group?"

There, he had said what he wanted to. He hoped this was a good idea to Ranger. He seemed to be able to control his actions, unlike Meld, although to her credit, she had only amputated a man's hand. If they both worked together, perhaps a group could be created on the level of the Avengers even, or the X-Men. Now that was an idea. Seek out a few graduates from the school. He would have to find out where it was and perhaps he and Ranger could go there together and ask the head of the school if there were any they could recruit.

After a moment of silence following his statement he feels stupid, how am I ever to know when he is or is not around since he goes invisible. So he sets down the box and pulls out a beer. Standing up he opens the beer and begins sipping on it as he watches the street below and all the people moving around going about there day as if nothing had happened. They would never know that in their city a terrorist organization had taken root, not would they know that it had been dealt with not by the authorities but by vigilantes.

Ten or so minutes later Hyde pops into visibility, and with food no less. "Care for some fries? These are the best things in the world, I swear. Hope I didn't keep you long. I don't have a teleporter"

Reaching over Ranger grabs a few fries, "It's fine, besides I probably wouldn't have been here before you if I didn't travel this city at break neck speeds." Then eating the fries, "I dunno, I have had some home cooked fries back home that were better than these."

".... Do you think you might want to hep me create such a group?"

Ranger said nothing, at first. He pondered the idea, He does raise a good point, there is strength in numbers. Also, as this most recent incursion showed, I am not capable of handling everything myself. Hmm, I suppose joining would be beneficial, and there are no real drawbacks. Finally he speaks.

"Yeah, I'd be willing to help in the formation of such a team. And perhaps I may know of a location or two from which we can operate. I happen to have inherited an Oil corporation from my parents when they passed, there is an office here. The building is 12 stories and has a garage and sub garage level, the sub garage is unused and I can play with some paperwork and have it appear to have been filled in with concrete. It isn't the biggest space but it can work for a temporary location."

"Wow, a sub basement secret headquarters! I was thinking more on the lines of getting some power and water at the place I've been staying at." Hyde chuckled, the third beer had loosened him up some. The life of crime fighting was not so different from his special ops days. A team of like super powered individuals would do so much more than his team had done back in the day. Just the thought of his old team brought him back down though. He grabbed up a fourth beer and popped it open.

"Look I guess since you're coming clean with me I should do the same for you." After a long pull from the beer, he pulled off his mask. "My real name is Chris Flynn, I was attached to 1st army Special Ops Airborne Command Division Unit Bravo Counter Terrorism team, and did assignments with the Special Activities Division of the CIA."

Chris telling Ranger his secret identity lessened his burden somewhat. He knew Ranger was like himself. He was right about his age. They probably trained within months of each other. Ranger was in the eastern theater whereas Flynn had worked the southern hemisphere. He had worked against Columbian Drug cartels instead of the Russian Mob.

""You know....another thing we will need to do is come up with a name. Something to tell the people of the city who w are. Getting the support of the people will go a long ways to wards getting the support of the administration. Do you think your friend in the Army could help get us some credibility? No one knows I'm alive anymore...not after Columbia. I don't want anyone else to find out I'm alive. I'm hoping I can trust you with that.

"My real name is Chris Flynn, I was attached to 1st army Special Ops Airborne Command Division Unit Bravo Counter Terrorism team, and did assignments with the Special Activities Division of the CIA."

"Well I might as well tel you who I am, unless you rather calling me Ranger. My name is Michael Hunter, I was in the 1st Ranger Battalion. Four years into service I was recruited into the 1st Special Forces Operational Detachment-Delta and stayed there for one year after which I left the service, they aren't that friendly to mutants in the army although USSOCOM enjoys having us. Especially after Operation Red Mitigation, which was the operation the break the terrorist cell controlled by Alexi Alexandrov in Siberia...Now that I think about it your name is familiar..."

"You know....another thing we will need to do is come up with a name. Something to tell the people of the city who w are. Getting the support of the people will go a long ways to wards getting the support of the administration. Do you think your friend in the Army could help get us some credibility? No one knows I'm alive anymore...not after Columbia. I don't want anyone else to find out I'm alive. I'm hoping I can trust you with that."

"Well I am not the best with naming things, I mean my alias is merely what I was in my last job. But I may be able to get some strings pulled, if nothing else I can probably ensure police don't come after us for us being vigilantes. Ad yeah I can keep that quiet, I have to keep a lot quiet 1st SFOD-D and all."

He then pulls out his phone and slides the screen up to reveal the keyboard, after a moment of typing he slides the screen pack and places his phone in his pocket. "I just sent you the address to the office building to your phone, as well as the passkey to access the sub-garage level. Feel free to check it out at your convenience"

He then has a thought, "Well if you want I have a house up in the Bronx that has water, power, and cable to boot and you could stay there. The second floor is for the most pat unused."

"A place to stay...well, I'll think about it. I've got some people I need to talk to as well. I was thinking o the way over here, mayhaps that mutant school has some graduates we can tap the potential of. It seems likely that there might be a few we can find there that would want to join a team of superheroes."

Flynn finished his fourth beer in around fifteen minutes after his little say. He could tell he had a little buzz because every few seconds his finger would twitch and his left foot would g invisible for just a split second. He pulled the foot behind the golden Arch's' side as soon as he noticed it. He looked over at the last beer, wanting it sooo badly; but he wouldn't give in and wanted to let Ranger have the last one. After all, he bought them.

"If you'd like we could head there now to see; but we definitely need to come up with a name before we get there. And you think the people you know can smooth over the right people for a group like we want to make? Excellent! That'll be just what we need. We have to get a set of scanners to eavesdrop in on police calls. I would think the police can handle the everyday crime and we can pick those that have need of our special services and respond accordingly. Speaking of special services... What's the latest word on your terrorist friend? You think he's the top of the food chain or lower on the ladder?"

He notices Hyde's foot vanishing and reappearing as well as him looking at the last beer. Him talking about the mutant school think about traveling there, if they were to go soon well than Ranger knew he would need to not have another drink. He wasn't sure how Hyde traveled though.

"You can have it if you want, although if the plan is to head to the mutant school than I suggest you use a cab or something. Unless you have some other method that isn't hindered by alcohol consumption."

He pulls out his G1, he has received a text message from a hidden number. He opens the message but doesn't read it yet. "Well the only names I can think of are: Hand of Justice, Omega Force, Mutant Minutemen, and this is a reach back in television history, the A-Team. Well my connection are mostly in federal level positions, most in intelligence so the authorities may not be pleased by us but they may not ever gather enough information to act on us. Scanners shouldn't be to hard to get a hold of."

He glances back at his phone and starts to read as he talks, "Ivan is the head of a terrorist organization built out of the remains of the terrorist cell led by Alexi Alexandrov. His cell was eliminated during operation Red Mitigation, I actually led the team that went in to get him...Oh no!...according to this message I just recieved, the convoy carrying Ivan to the airport to put him on a plane to Gitmo was attacked by terrorists. That was 15 minutes ago. He is gone and they have no idea where! The leader of what is projected to be the largest soviet terrorist organization in the world is on the run and knows where to find the one who took away his attempt at claiming the older, larger organization."

He slides his phone back into his pocket and looks out at the city skyline, "We defiantly will need a group in the future if he is back in action."

"I'm fine. I'll catch a cab. Don't you want to go as well?" Flynn grabbed up the beer and opened it. Inwardly he felt a little embarrassed Hunter had noticed his inebriation; but it wasn't going to stop him from drinking the last beer since it was offered to him. Public transportation was the best choice for him, trying to stay incognito. He pounded the beer as Ranger checked his text. The news took the thought of group names from his mind.

"Escaped? Oh no! We had him cold too!" Chris slammed his fist into the side of the gigantic flashing red and yellow striped [glow=yellow,2,300]M[/glow] causing it to flicker once or twice before the neon gas inside finished it's protest and got back on course.

"Damn! Now it's even more imperative for us to get this group banded together. He must know we're coming after him, so odds are we won't catch him so easily next time. We should split up. I'll text you the address of a place I was at the other day. It's supposedly a spot where mutants can go for safety, lodging, company...It's called Sanctuary. We met their director and a woman that lived there named Isabel. The woman that showed it to me is named Meld. She has some skills herself. Perhaps she might want to help our cause. You check there and I'll check the school."

Flynn didn't want to say it; but something put him off about Sanctuary. Maybe it was the director's power, getting into someone else's head just didn't sit well with him. Also it made him wonder if the voice he had heard in his head directing him to New York had come from him or another like him. He figured that the guy would have mentioned it to Flynn if he had done it but who knows.

He stood up, wobbly for a second, and drained the last beer. Chris looked over at Michael. "Well I guess I'll change before I go invisible and get back down to street level. Hey, Can that thing you keep with you figure out the address of the school. I think it's called Xavier's school for the gifted or something like that. Having the address would definitely help."

Chris took out his phone from the backpack and typed in the text to Hunter with Sanctuary's address. He covered his costume with his street clothes. Checking his pocket, he hoped the ride to the school wasn't too far. He would have to go back to patrolling central park for muggers tonight if he was going to make some pocket change. He was down quite a bit after the long cab rides across the city.

He listens to Flynn's description of the people at this place Called Sanctuary. He notes the name Meld as she is one he suggested may join. He watches as Flynn stands up, wobbly, he puts raises his right hand and places his face in it's palm. Wow, he really must have needed a drink.

"Well I guess I'll change before I go invisible and get back down to street level. Hey, Can that thing you keep with you figure out the address of the school. I think it's called Xavier's school for the gifted or something like that. Having the address would definitely help."

"Yeah one sec," As he says his he pulls out his phone. Following which he slides the screen up and types into it the name and new york, before long he has an address. He decides to just text the address to Flynn as he had just received one from him with Sanctuary's address. He then noticed Flynn checking his pockets, he assumed for cash as he would need to pay for a cab. Well he may have had another form of transportation, but I let him drink five beers, I guess I'll help him out here. He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a leather wallet, reaching into the wallet he pulls out a C-note. He walks over and hands it to Flynn, "Here, for the cab, and keep the change."

He walks over the the edge of the roof. "Well I will make a few stops and then head to the Sanctuary. I guess we can meet up later at the office when we are done at our respective locations." He climbs down the fire escape and makes his way to his Hayabusa, before he went to the Sanctuary he would need to make a stop at that bank. He needed to get some data to track a criminal organization here in the city. Yet, before that he would have to stop by his place and pick up some equipment to assist in getting in and out without killing anyone. A few flashbangs, some more tranq darts, and a grapple.

((OOC: The bank think in between is to keep continuity since I am in a thread at the moment with Meld and we have not exchanged pleasantries))