The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Rain drummed onto the Mansion windows, oblivious to the dozens of Mansion residents who sincerely wished it wouldn't. The temperature outside was barely cresting fifty. Rowan didn't seem to understand that. At least, he didn't want to.
"Can we play outside now?"
"It's raining, mate. We can't play outside when it's raining."
"Why?"
"It's too cold, you'll get sick."
"I don't care!"
"But I do, and so does Mom."
"What if I put on a jacket?"
Cafas held in a sigh. They'd had the same conversation twice already. He passed Rowan a sandwich quarter. "You know that's not gonna work." The kid was tenacious, he had to give him that. Cafas smiled and gave Rowan a light tap on the tip of his little black nose. "Nice try though."
Sandwich quarter bought Cafas a moment he could think. He couldn't blame Rowan for having too much energy for the whole indoors thing. He was getting restless himself. Cafas wasn't used to sitting still for so long, no matter how comfortable the couch. He absentmindedly un-muted the TV as the ad break finished, then leaned in to speak quietly to Maya. "Danger room?"
The thought had just occurred to him. It really did render the outside weather completely irrelevant. It was one of those ideas that required clearance from Maya though, in his opinion. His judgement may have been a little hindered by his lack of experience actually being responsible around Rowan. Playing Rescue Bots had been so much easier.
Eyebrow twitching Maya closed her book around her thumb. The finger would help her keep her place. Not reading while her son was whining would help her keep her patience. Except that before she could figure out how to cut Rowan's complaints short, Cafas whispered an alternative.
>"Danger room?"
As if it were an option. As if it wasn't the best thing she'd heard all day.
"There's safety settings." She whispered back, sparing a glance for the kid who was fast becoming suspicious of their conspiring whispers. "But if someone else hasn't thought of it already, I'll eat my hat."
Still, Maya unfolded her legs and stretched with her book still in hand. "You, mister Rowan, have far too much wiggle." To that statement, he responded as expected: by showcasing how much wiggle he could waggle. "We're taking a walk."
"Outside?"
"Inside—" "Awwww." "—Buuuut if you don't want to go sneaky-sneaking around in the X-men's stuff with us, that's cool too." Yep. Backup plan in place, they could totally jimmie a couple lockers open if they had to. Surely no one kept anything that interesting in the locker room. Or let him look at the X-jet. There was plenty of interesting stuff to poke around in down there.
Maya grinned and offered a semi-transparent hand to Cafas.
Sneaking through X-men stuff sounded like a surefire way to interest any kid at the Mansion. The intrigue of the Danger Room alone had students practically hanging off of X-men for access. Cafas wasn't in the habit of granting that access. It just seemed patently dangerous. Hell, it was right there in the name.
Cafas stood with perhaps an overly obvious amount of vigor. He didn't waggle, but he could have. "Shhh, not to loud, you'll get caught." Cafas winked, accepting the offered hand with a small smile. The transparency worried him, but there wasn't much to be done. "Let's go see if any X-men are training!" Cafas faux whispered to Rowan.
With any luck, no. I'd love to get some sun...
The remote was lobbed to a very impatient looking teen, likely wanting to call dibs on the T.V. before too many people noticed it was available. It seemed to stop in mid air, pointing at the television. The channel changed without so much as a sign of someone holding the remote, though the startled frustration made Cafas think he was witnessing an intercept, not a telekinetic display. Invisible laughter followed them out of the room.
Ah, control of the remote. Frankly it's amazing we can ever find the thing. That privilege is fiercely guarded.
They walked in silence to the Danger Room; Well, Cafas and Maya did, Rowan was regaling with all the Mansion's rumors about the X-men he could lay his brain on. They never heard the end of any single story, there was always a tangent. Cafas gave Maya a happy shoulder bump as Rowan started a new story. Despite his nervousness the first time they'd met, Cafas enjoyed having Rowan around.
The Danger Room access pad blinked semi-threateningly at them in absolutely no time. Active. Someone was in there, but was it an X-man training, or a bunch of students that had annoyed someone into letting them in?
After seeing the lock indicate the room was occupied, Maya put her hand against the door at the seam and tried to feel how many bodies were in there. Without a lot of time or concentration, it was impossible to get an exact count, but she had a good guess. It was more than a few, be that bot or mutant... or human. Maya heard they had a couple of those around too.
"Let's go see who's inside, hm?" It was probably a mob of Mansion kids, but there was no way Maya was going to bust in unannounced. There were just way too many things that could go wrong with that one.
So, it was up a shiny silver set of stairs and into the god room. The god room was more like a production booth than anything else, the outside access panel flicked green and let the trio in without hesitation. Typically, no one went up there besides Sam or some other teacher unless there was an emergency. Now that she thought about it, that was probably how the room got its name. Sam.
"Whoa. Those are so many buttons!"
As tempting as it was to let Rowan smash them all and see what happened below, there was the concern of safety and all that horrible responsibleness to consider. "Sorry, bud. Those buttons are for grownups only." His lower lip jutted until the kid spotted the window. Then, not even Cafas would have been able to stop him from scooting past him and leaning up on his tip-toes to press his nose against the glass.
Downstairs in the Danger Room it was pandemonium. It looked like the world had ended for New York. Or maybe riots. Actually, after stopping to watch for a moment, it was clear that this was a soccer game. A no-holds barred, mutants versus zombie apocalypse soccer game.
"Whoah."
"Looks a little rough for us." A girl shouted as she bicycle-kicked the ball right past a jaw-less zombie. Fire followed in the wake of her leg and the ball. The zombie it ricocheted off of also lit on fire. "But we can watch for a while... if it's not too scary."
No doubt Rowan would have a lot of questions... he questioned even the mundane. This? They'd be talking about it for months, if not the rest of the year.
Cafas was one of the few regulars the God room got. It was the only place he could totally disable the safety protocols. The buttons, screens and windows looked just like they usually did. Cafas approached the windows to watch the game. Mutant soccer was so much more interesting. Where else did you watch a zombie defender, completely armless, header a flaming ball, then proceed to keep playing while on fire?
The X-man gave Rowan's hair a tousle as he turned around and slipped his arm around Maya's waist. All the buttons were flashing so temptingly, and surely Cafas counted as a grown up, right? He was allowed to play with the buttons. "Let's see which of them would make it as an X-man." Cafas raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smile flickering across his face, his hand held above the controls.
I probably shouldn't...
He just couldn't help himself. They just had no idea, and with all the safeties in place it wasn't like any of them would get hurt.
Not seriously, anyway.
His fingers danced across a few buttons, the danger setting flicked from zero to one. Spontaneous soccer hooligans! Within moments a small crowd of zombie team supporters had stormed the field. Things were on fire, flares were being lit, and the mutant team were being penned in. The looks of confusion were priceless. Cafas didn't even try to hold in a chuckle.
Sometimes, I feel like I'm not the best of people... But that's pretty funny.
There it was. The spark. He watched the panic wipe from the face of a girl. He could hear her shouting instructions, gesturing. multiple semi-transparent copies of her stepped out from her, and Cafas couldn't tell which was the original. The mutant team punched a hole straight through the zombie horde in a flurry of powers, and right out the door. multi-girl was the last out, shepherding people through.
"Hey guys, I think the Danger Room's free." Cafas winked at Rowan and turned the simulation off.
"That wasn't exactly nice." But the sun on her skin, artificial as it was, did feel great. "But, I'm kinda not sorry." Maya ducked, embarassed by the thought. It felt good to not be nice? Something was surely wrong with her.
"That budderfly is even BIGGER" Rowan lept from a severed tree stump to try and catch one of the many fluttering bugs. There were plenty to go around on their walk through the imaginary Danger Room woods.
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"I mean, can you believe it? They're using my," Maya stopped to look at the paper and read, "quote, association with known enemies of the state, end quote, as grounds to prolong the investigation at the Full Circle. As if Isabel had access to my financials. I don't even have access to my financials." Of course Cafas knew that, he was letting her be a royal mooch. She'd have to do something about that eventually, but today was not eventually.
Maya fumbled with the apartment door and once inside started peeling off her fancy court clothes. She tossed the papers onto the massive kitchen table and continued to peel away all the layers of yucky feelings that this whole mess left her, even if that meant cleaning up her heels, button up shirt, and jacket later. She would clean up the mess. Just. Later.
"Blah!" Maya threw herself onto the bed face down in little more than a tee shirt pants. She didn't do a great job with the dramatic flop so her legs stuck out beyond the edge of the bed, dangling into space. She continued her tirade of miffed blahs into the pillow.
Cafas shook his head as Maya ranted. Honestly, she should have seen it coming. He had. She was lucky it wasn't bringing more charges into the mix. Still, he'd let her rant, and he did feel bad for her. It really wasn't fair that she was being investigated in the first place. "Seems a little rough for one night of drinking. We both know it's not you they're hoping to catch out, though." His hand found its way to the door handle and helped coordinate the twisting.
Cafas followed his angry girlfriend into their apartment, scooping up her clothes to put somewhere more sensible than the middle of the floor. The papers on the table he arranged into something resembling an organised pile. It was the best he could manage with one arm full. She'd need them again, and they were liable to get lost on the table if people kept just throwing stuff onto it. The sudden lack of sound coming from Maya gave Cafas the impression she was face down on the bed.
Don't think I'll be getting to the gym tonight.
The kettle clicked lazily as Cafas passed it. His hand returned to the pile of clothes just in time to catch an escaping shoe. The jacket and shirt found their way to the dry cleaning pile, the shoes were placed next to the wardrobe in his room, not much energy given to making them look neat. "Tea or coffee?" The bed creaked slightly as he sat down on the edge, hand stroking gently down Maya's back.
"Something stronger?" He had a feeling Maya wouldn't take him up on that, for a variety of reasons, not the least of which being that it was drinking that had landed her the extended investigation, in a way. His hand wandered in its stroking, from her back to her leg, poking comically off the bed. It looked uncomfortable. He slipped his arm under Maya's legs and gently lifted them, turning her onto the bed properly.
I feel like this calls for a distraction... But what?
"Tea." Maya let herself be collected, but threw an arm over her eyes when she rolled. She just couldn't face today anymore. "Please? I mean, thank you. I don't want to besmirch the good name of coffee with this."
And, honestly, alcohol could just go die in a fire right now. Except, she told Cafas that she trusted him and wouldn't take his away. Plus the whole highly flammable thing... so, maybe fire wasn't the best way to dispose of Cafas' liquor cabinet.
She lifted the arm just a bit to see if Cafas was still radiating I-told-you-so's. He wouldn't say it. That almost made it more poignant.
"Are you going to the gym today?" The mysterious, sweat-inducing gym. She'd never gone before when he'd invited her before. Physical things were not her forte, but supposedly working out was good for getting out aggression and all that. "Would it be weird... if I went too?"
Or was that too clingy? She let her arm fall back on her face. "At least you should go. I'll find my own 6-pack abs... somewhere." She didn't need to add pictures of herself at the gym to the already heinous slew of tabloid fodder.
Tea! Cafas could do tea! He had so much tea! He actually needed to stop buying it in such large quantity, he didn't drink it fast enough. He gave Maya's leg a squeeze as he stood and made for the door, but had made it only a few steps.
"Are you going to the gym today? Would it be weird... if I went too?"
Cafas stopped, using his momentum to spin on his heel. His face lit up at Maya actually suggesting she go with him. He missed her when he went by himself. It felt like time that could be better spent with her, but he couldn't afford not to. He had two jobs that relied on it. He opened his mouth to speak, but Maya's arm flopped back down over her eyes.
"At least you should go. I'll find my own 6-pack abs... somewhere."
Like it was ever going to be that easy to get out of it.
Nope, she'd suggested it, now she was going. That was how things worked. Cafas practically skipped back to the bed and scooped Maya up. "It's not weird. Why would it be weird? Let's go! After tea. Get you into some workout clothes and out of your own head." He was already carrying her to the bathroom, because it was just good etiquette to shower before the gym.
Cafas set Maya down and gave her a cuddle, because she needed one badly. "You shower and get into some flexible clothes, I'll make tea and pack stuff. Bring a change of clothes, you're going to want it." He felt kinda silly for how excited about this he was.
Wonder if working out might buy her time... No, we're not going down that line of thought.
The sound she made was somewhere between a surprised start to the word what and an ack which resulted in a most un-lady-like "Whack!" She didn't flail, she knew better by now that it wasn't worth getting dropped. Cafas usually put her down pretty quick anyway. She just hadn't been expecting the enthusiasm.
"Wait, wait. You shower before you go?" They were halfway to the bathroom before she got a word in. He was so excited. How had she not noticed his enthusiasm for hitting the gym before?
Getting out of her head sounded marvelous. And so did flexible clothes. "Can I? I mean... uh. Okay! I'll get to it!" No questions. Maya saluted and ducked into the shower, tossing her clothes out over the top. Ack! Hosiery! She was going to follow orders like a good little X and ride all the way through a potentially embarrassing situation by leaning on his enthusiasm.
The gym was going to be good for her. This became her new inner mantra. That, and look how happy it makes him.
She owned yoga pants, despite never having actually attended a class, but opted for half her X-uniform and shorts instead. Lycra was like par for the gym course, right? Oh. And a change of clothes. Maya stuffed clothes in a backpack. And socks. Dang. She was going to have to wear real shoes, wasn't she?
Maya padded barefoot, shoes in hand, to the kitchen. "Okay, boss. What next?" She pulled out a chair to get her shoes on. Ugh. Shoes. He had to know this was love.
Cafas was finished packing in half his usual time, which was a bit of a waste, seeing as it was going to take twice as long for them to be ready. He probably could have showered with her, the thought had certainly occurred to him, but he wanted to actually go to the gym.
Boiling water hit tea as the water was turned off in the bathroom. Water bottles were filled, and Cafas, with the same look of distaste he always wore for the task, filled the pre-workout protein shake. Honestly, they could write chocolate flavour on it all they liked, but all it tasted like was wet cardboard with a hint of sugar.
No need to subject Maya to that...
"Okay, boss. What next?"
Cafas tossed the shaker cup into the sink for later and spun around, grabbing Maya's tea from the counter as he did, happy smile back in place. "Wow, gym shoes? You own those?" Cafas teased, heart warmed by how seriously Maya seemed to be taking the whole thing. "Drink this while I shower, and then we can go." He pressed the cup into her hands, and a kiss onto her lips. His hand lingered at her hip as he moved past her. "There's a water bottle on the bench for you."
Cafas slipped out of his own clothes, tossing them unceremoniously into the laundry bin. Water, soap, rinse, out. Two minutes, tops. He dried himself swiftly, threw on some antiperspirant, dressed in the bedroom, and was back standing next to Maya within five minutes. The clothes were bizarrely light for the weather, a t-shirt and gym shorts, but he knew the gym wasn't going to be anywhere near as cold as outside.
"Don't worry, you're going to be fine. No-one in my gym will judge you unless you're not working out. Aston was so nervous when he showed up nearly three hundred pounds, but he worked as hard as he could and that's all that mattered to anyone. It's why I go there." Cafas could tolerate a lot in a gym, from lacking equipment to a constant smell of stale sweat, but that elitist jerk attitude he'd found in so many wasn't one of those things. Luckily, all his gym lacked were weight machines, and those things were as toxic as it got when lifting.
"The real question is," Cafas cast an appreciative glance up and down Maya, "How much energy should I leave you with?" The lip bite and wink left no question at all.
~~~
"Breakfast? It wasn't a real question. It was done already. She just needed to get to the table. There was no way she wasn't sore. Cafas wasn't that sort of trainer. He was just used to it. It did get easier over time too, but it never actually went away. "There's cooooooooooffeeeeeeeeeeeee." He played some temptation into the word, wafting the smell of his own into the bedroom.
Cafas returned to the table, confident Maya would follow. He'd have watched her get up, but no-one really wanted to be seen getting up with muscle soreness. It was completely unflattering. He sipped his coffee as he sat, pulling what felt like a script towards himself as he did so. His coffee was set down to allow him to open the package. His new agency was really trying to work for him.
Huh, action movie. Maybe. He set it down, flipped to a random page, the part they wanted him to 'audition' for already highlighted. He read while he ate. Eggs Benedict with spinach and mushrooms in place of the ham, on fried bread instead of normal toast, because they could both use the calories after the previous night.
"Damn it Trent, you owe me!" The writing was nothing spectacular, but he'd think about it.
It wasn't unheard of that Cafas would get up first. It was totally new for Maya to want to never, ever, ever get out of bed again.
"Nooooooo." She started to roll, but that hurt. So she tried to pull her pillow on top of her head. That also required moving things that hurt.
> "There's cooooooooooffeeeeeeeeeeeee."
"You are a very mean man. Cruel taskmaster. Slave driver." The words may have been scathing, but the tone was too amused for her to actually mean any of it. Honestly, he'd already retreated from the room by the time she'd managed to hoist herself out of the soft haven of cushiony rest.
The pillows called her invitingly. Just 5 more minutes... The blankets had been so warm.
Compromise time. Maya stole the floofy comforter and cocooned herself inside while she managed the face washing and the tooth brushing. The hair was lost. Reaching up that high made her regret everything ever.
The kitchen called to her via direct line to her insides. "How bad would it be to just ghost through today?" Surely she wouldn't be half as sore tomorrow, Maya could stay incorporeal until then but not even she was sure what the consequences would be.
She started to sit, hesitated when the soreness reached a peak when her boot was about halfway to the chair, and just let herself fall the rest of the way. Nope. They weren't going to talk about that. Maya collected her legs into the chair and pulled the blanket better around her before digging in.
"Whoever taught you to cook deserves a raise." And the coffee. She could cry for how much she'd needed that.
"How bad would it be to just ghost through today?"
Cafas looked up from the admittedly kind of tempting script. His face was perhaps over stern, behind it though was a caring concern. "I have no idea how that would affect muscle repair and growth. Maybe try not to ghost until the soreness is gone." Mutations made life weird. For instance, Cafas had to wear lifting gloves, which made him feel a little silly, so that he didn't give himself any assistance.
He had conveniently forgotten those the previous night, buying himself an extra couple hundred pounds on his maximum lifts. Showing off for one's girlfriend is like, a required part of dating, right?
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight...
Watching Maya sit down concerned Cafas. Maybe he really had over-worked her. Next time he'd go a bit easier. More food went in his mouth as his eyes flicked over a new page of script. They were easily torn away and back to Maya when she spoke. He felt silly for how enchanted he was by her.
"Whoever taught you to cook deserves a raise."
Cafas' smile could have been seen from orbit. He was never quite certain how his cooking was, not being too knowledgeable about food beyond its nutritional value. "I'll let the internet know you think so." Any actual skill he had was entirely due to the fact he had to eat the results, and that was a very swift teacher.
Oh man those early days were bad.
"So, lazy day then? I'm on call tonight, and I was thinking about going to the forge, but if you're going to be hanging around home I might just stay. We can watch something, or listen to an audio-book in bed. I mean, if you have no plans?" Cuddling with a good book that they could actually share at exactly the same pace. It was his favourite thing about audio-books.
No ghosting until there was zero soreness? That was... "I'll definitely try, but no guarantees." How was it possible that Cafas made her more responsible than before? She just had to shake her head at the whole situation. "It was... fun. I'd do it again." She wrinkled her nose, but it was true. For Cafas, she'd drink chalky drinks and jump up on tall boxes all day long.
>"So, lazy day then?..."
"Sounds about my speed, unless moving makes this better. Maybe we should go on a walk later." Her plans had been to go back to work already, but since she was stuck spending time with her boyfriend Maya may as well make the best of it. "I have a couple more ideas about how we can keep moving." The teasing smile should have been enough to tip him off to her intentions, but just in case she stood ever so slowly, still pajama-clad, and went to put her plate in the sink.
"That is, if you can catch me." One whoop and the chase was on!
---
She wasn't sure what woke her up, but when she asked Cafas what time it was, nobody answered.
"Cafas?" It took her groggy brain a couple seconds to slog through the logic of it when she felt that his side of the bed was cold.
Oh. Right. Cafas was on call.
She rolled over and hoisted the covers back up over her shoulder and tried to settle back down. Was Cafas bored? On Mansion duty? Patrolling? Unfortunately, she'd rolled right into the only sliver of light that managed to slip through the curtains. She rolled over again.
What if he ran into one of those wacky META bots again? Would it play nice? She played a couple scenarios in her head until she realized how entirely un-feasible they all were.
She rolled again, but shifted out of the light.
If he ran into Isabel, would she play nice? Of course, if she was out at this hour she probably was already up to no good. What was this hour? Maya sat up to check the clock which had been her original intention all along. 3:12am By now, she was totally awake.
Maya decided to tidy a couple things, put her anxiety into repetition and productivity. That usually helped quiet her mind.
Booted feet dangled lazily over a pile of paperwork. Cafas was reclined, all uniformed up, balancing in a chair a hair's breadth from tipping or breaking. His communicator accompanied his stack of papers and a half drunk coffee. He was still reading through the new script, trying to make a decision.
"You're going to tell me what I want to know. You're going to tell me, because any hint of morality left in me died when you took my family."
It honestly felt generic, but it was New York based, and an action part. Would it help or hurt any chance his career still had, though? It was honestly hard to tell. Obviously his agent didn't thi
"pshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhk MASKED MUTANTS ATTACKING OFFICERS! REQUESTING BACK UP!"
Cafas impacted the ground, executing a graceless backwards roll, through no intent of his own. He pushed himself to his feet, heart hammering in his chest. It didn't take long to snap into action, communicator clipped to his uniform in moments. His boots thudded across the entry foyer, keys jangling as they jolted down stairs.
Perfect.
It wasn't often that he would appreciate a call out of that nature, but with the whole Ragnarok doomsday cult he was trying to infiltrate, masked mutants causing chaos screamed opportunity.
Of course, by the time he reached the scene, the perps had bolted. Three officers were down, being tended to by their ever so slightly less injured colleagues, while the paramedics navigated New York early morning traffic to get there. Cafas sighed, too late to help. It never felt good, even if it didn't happen often. It was just a really bad part of town to try and get to from the Mansion.
"I need a coffee." The night air gave no response but to mist as his breath hit it.