Clemens…he should have known better than to take an assignment like that. Though he worked for the MRC, he had the old school mentality that they were there to bust all the mutant heads and keep them locked up and away from the light of day. But when the department started integrating mutants into the fold, he nearly hit the roof. But he was not stupid. Working for the department as long as he did, he was not about to forgo all of his pension, status, and benefits just because a few muties were being allowed to legally carry guns and badges.

He didn’t agree with it, but he had retirement to think about.

But, when it came down to this assignment he REALLY was not happy. It was that damn Cervantes again. He pegged him from the beginning as being a mutant hater, but he never said anything about it. Instead, as payback, he always tossed Clemens’ name for certain assignments. And this was one of them…joining a mutant party.

Everything was absolutely hell and disgusting. People were drinking themselves into stupors, taking illegal substances, turning into mutants…he paused as that last thought came to mind. So Cervantes’ intel was right, that wacky drug was being passed out here. So mutants were starting to turn others into mutants. This…was definitely not cool.

The elder detective made an ugly face as he moved around the crowd, bypassing tentacles, feathers, lasers, everything that was not 100% human. Once he was able to find a quiet and clear spot, the man nonchalantly, lifted his arm and whispered into the hidden microphone in his cufflink.

“Foremen, you’re on deck. Repeat, foremen, you’re on deck…”

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Jorge say in the back of an unmarked van with a few other members of the S.W.A.T. team. Headphones over his ears, the water bending detective listened intently to the loud party noises and conversation that were coming in through the radio. He was having a hard time really listening in for Clemens’ voice, but he knew that he would be able to pick it out when he heard it. What the hell was actually going on in there?

But the detective knew fairly well what was going on. He had gotten word on the street that there was going to be large mutant party tonight. Now, while Jorge had no problem with mutant gatherings, the problem with this one was that there was going to be a noted crime figure here, a mutant by the name of Bianchi. Apparently he was going to be supplying this party with a drug that the NYPD were only now beginning to finally take notice of.

M – granted people limited mutations. It was not a nice thing to play with and people were scrambling to get it. They needed to bust this man, now, before someone got killed.

>> “Foremen, you’re on deck. Repeat, foremen, you’re on deck…”

Ears perked, eyes wide, Jorge tossed off the headphones and finally yelled out at the rest of the team hidden away in this unmarked van.

“That’s the signal! Go, go, go!” he shouted as the backdoor of the van was shoved open and a team of S.W.A.T., including Jorge, marched for the warehouse. It was time they got a rude awakening.

Her quest for the bathroom came to a halt before it had really even started, the before she knew it she was bent over with the blonde's arm wrapped snugly around her throat, and the quest started up again with a march. It felt like she was getting dragged into a wrestling ring, one that lacked mud and bikini's. So... the not fun kind.

Megan didn't even notice Lori dragging some man along with them, at least, not until the bathroom door was kicked in and she was able to stand normally again and she was more or less formally introduced. All thoughts of using said restroom flew out the door alongside the girls Lori was throwing out. The spider queen blinked at the older fellow, one eyebrow arched (even though she didn't realize it). [color=skyblue="....Uh... hi there."[/color]

Was this guy important or something? Some kind of friend to the short blond... or (gasp)... Lover? Her inner inebriated wheels started turning, or clanking.. whatever. And she grinned slyly at the man, completely forgetting what she had needed the bathroom for in the first place. color=skyblue]"Nice to meet you, Paulie. Did you say sumthin' about feather head getting taken out? Because that would be awesome..."[/color]

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Lava saw his boss fall, and was at his side as quickly as he could get there. Light show and Steve were gone.. they hadn't heard him apparently. The glowing man hovered over his boss, eyeing the blade embedded in his chest, and the still growing red stain on his shirt. He was dead, that much was for sure. The glowing man reached down and plucked the knife from Bianchi's chest, giving it a once over, before he turned his attention to finding the blades owner... and returning it in more or less the same manner.

Meanwhile, on the very outskirts of the building, a few party goers had stumbled away from the main crowd. Intoxicated and giggling at their friends unfortunate mutation, they staggered arm in arm toward the back door. "Man... Todd, how's it feel to be a yeti? Huh?"

"Shut up mark! S'not funny man.... all this hair is really hot..." Todd scratched at one hair covered arm, and growled at his two friends. Friends who were starting to look more and more maul-able the longer the jokes went on. "Do you know any Sasquatches, Todd? Any abdominal snow men?"

"Shut your hole frank, or i'll shut it for you!" The two non mutated humans cackled to themselves, and pushed the door open out in the back. "Man, Todd... if you know any hot yeti chicks... you gotta hook a bro up! Right Fr-....ohsh*t." All three boys stopped in their tracks, hands flying into the air, at the sight of a squad of swat cops that were currently occupying that particular area.

"We didn't do nothing, I swear!" mark glanced at their taller, white hair covered yeti friend. "T-todd's always like that... right todd!?" Todd bobbed his head in agreement, with a passion.

This had started out as a rather normal party. A party that Paul had actually been somewhat looking forward to. It was a chance not only for him to gather some Intel but for him to cut loose and perhaps end up enjoying some physical companionship with absolutely no strings attached. Yes, everything had been looking up until several things had happened in succession.

1. His focus had been stolen away by a blond that he couldn't seem to escape from.
2. He had been commandeered by a female assassin and forced to provide cover until his wingman manage to get him free.

"I wonder what happened to him... he was a good wing man while he lasted." Paul thought to himself before he continued with his mental list.

3. He had tried to rescue the blond only to be dragged by said blond into the women's bathroom along with an obviously inebriated black haired girl.

"A pleasure I'm sure." Paul said dryly, noticing the upraised eyebrow but choosing to ignore it. A bathroom, whether it was male or female, was not his idea of a romantic rendezvous point and so the woman's sly smile and voice did nothing to change his thoughts on the manner. "Someone is either after feather brain or Lori. I figured it was better to be safe and get her out before the assassin showed us who was the target."

Turning away from Megan, Paul focused on the blond that was kicking in bathroom stall doors apparently in an attempt to make sure they were alone. "So... now that you've got us in the bathroom, you have some special way for us to make our escape because the only obvious door is the one that leads right back out into the party and possible danger."

>>“Just act like we’ve been on the floor the whole time. They won’t be able to pick out a pair of dancers on a floor full of dancers,”

That. Was a really bad idea. But as she pulled him onto the dance floor and started dancing, he hardly had any room to protest.

She whispered something into his ear and he arched an eyebrow. Was she insane? They were being followed by bad guys. The only logical thing to do was to lose them. They weren't going to lose them on the dance floor. And why the hell were they following him in the first place? That made no sense. He'd been telling the guy the truth.

This whole night didn't make sense.

"Look," Aurum began, as the girl got real close. She smelled of alcohol and she seemed to be checking him out. It was really obvious. She also seemed way younger, up close. "We need to go. And dancing." He took her hand and removed it from his chest seriously. "Is not going to accomplish that. I've got a motorcycle outside. Let's go."

Lori opened her mouth to, no doubt, sass back but instead held up a finger to indicate that she needed a second. The lights flicked out. That wasn't her doing.

Was that…? Nawww, couldn't be. The blonde went to door and her hand was inches from the deadbolt when a fist pounded against the wood.

"POLICE! OPEN UP!"

So. That was how they were playing the game, now.

She dropped her hand and marched back toward the sinks and vanity. "I really hate this part." The Order Leader kicked over a metal trash can in order to use it to climb up onto of the sink in front of the lightbulb lined mirrors. They had shut off the power, but that didn't mean the wiring wasn't still in place.

Lori grabbed a bit of blue dress, modesty gone to the wind, and used the cloth as a barrier to the hot glass that had been lighting the girl's restroom all night.

There were shouts outside, they were trying to get something to break down the door. After all, doors didn't just barricade themselves.

The lightbulb, she tossed back over her shoulder and it clanked against a bathroom stall door. Strong glass. Then, she stuck her fingers in the socket. This was better than a plug, where she had to actually draw the current out, this way she had direct access to the wiring of the building, which lead to the wiring of the city grid. They'd cut the power to the building, but not the entire block. She started drawing electricity down the wires and into herself. The other lights in the building and bathroom oozed on and off with the ebb and flow of each draw of power she pulled.

She couldn't stop it from going through the building, but she could make sure it ended up with her eventually.

That little extra oomph always helped.

The door rattled in its frame as something heavy hit against it. Body. Limp or on purpose? Who could say?

"The walls' about to go…" Lori traced her finger down invisible lines with a faraway look on her face until she found a good spot where there was a dense grouping of pipes. Or rather, where she felt a lot of diamagnetic material. It was more's the pity that they were likely pipes full of water. "Right there. Stand back. It's gonna be messy."

Lori hopped down and all the lights flicked out when her fingers left the socket. She stood in front of the wall and closed her eyes. She had to make sure she knew what her own magnetic field was doing and then change the polarity of the metal in the wall to the opposite before boosting both. It was one of the first tricks she'd learned, but she didn't often have to pump each part full of so much power.

Turns out, it took a lot of juice to break through a wall.

The outer brickwall flew outward in a dusty poof, leaving only drywall between Paul, Lori and Megan's freedom.

Well, drywall and whoever else was supposed to be on guard out there.

Water and steam gushed at an alarming rate, soaking the drywall and spewing out into the street. Lori found herself wishing that she'd worn closed toe shoes.

The blonde turned to Paul, ignoring Megan who was loosing her value fast. "Carry me?" The water was rising and her shoes were tall, but the sole wasn't that tall.

((OOC: Splitting off into our own thread now <3))