Abandoned hospitals were not at the top of her favorite places list. Being led into one by two armed men made that realization very clear to her. Unfortunately, she had no choice in the matter. A large number of people setting up shop (or so it appeared) in a hospital right along the border to Amazon territory needed to be investigated. She was sure that Maxine would want to know the details, and if it ended up being any sort of threat, that Andrea had taken care of it.

The further she traveled inside, however, the less sure she became. These people, whoever they were, were organized already. The two leading her on spoke not a single word, and though she was more than happy with the strained silence, it was more than a little disconcerting. She wasn't sure exactly what their impression of her was, considering the fact that most of her was hidden behind a dirty red raincoat, but she was sure the dried blood flecks that still clung to her boots had to have been spotted by now. From within the shadow of her hood, she watched the men's backs, orange eyes shifting from one to the other warily. They didn't act like scavengers, nor were they as boisterous and egotistical as the raiders she ran into every now and then.

...something felt off, and she wasn't sure what exactly it was.

It wasn't until she had been led to the third floor, that she realized her mistake. A handful of people greeted her, two women and three more men. Each was busy sifting through piles of collected medical paraphernalia to sort the accumulated mess. Though she had faced down a number of people like this before, this group seemed lucky enough to have gotten their hands on a few guns.... and gun's were tricky to get around without gaining a hole in the face.

"She demanded to see who was in charge, Ma'am." One of her escorts started, earning the attention of one rough looking woman in particular. "..That so?" The woman questioned back, turning her attention to the red-coated person standing among them. With a quiet 'hmph', she hooked her hand over the grip of a .45 holstered at her side.

"What do you want?" She questioned, stomping over to stand before the stranger.

Andrea eyed the woman as she moved, having already taken into account the positions of everyone else in the room, and what kind of weaponry they had within her field of vision. "I want to know what you are doing this close to Amazon territory." The Greek replied back, bluntly. The room instantly took on a more tense atmosphere, as those who had been sorting suddenly stopped, and reach for their weapons.

"Amazon, huh?" She snorted, and rolled her shoulders like she was preparing for a fight. "I don't really think you've made a wise choice, coming here. In case you haven't noticed, you're outnumbered seven to on-" Before she finished her sentence, a white blur streaked out from within the Gorgon's hood. Sloth's large maw snapped shut around the unprotected flesh of the woman's throat, clamping down hard enough that when he clenched his muscular torso he dragged his victim forward off her feet. The Greek took the moment of surprise to throw her hood back, and launch into the second part of her attack...

...Moments later, with her boot clad foot pressed firmly into the back of the man's neck, Andrea bent and held the radio down to face level for him. "Go on... Say it." She pressed a little harder with her heel, earning a grunt from her captive. With the press of a button, the radio line jumped to life. "... Scout team delta... suffered heavy casualties... need.. backup... Uurgh!" letting go of the button, Andrea stood and slipped her hood back up into place. "Good boy." She murmured, before turning to leave the bound man where he lay. She had quite a few things to do before any 'back up' arrived, and most of it was going to involve a lot of heavy lifting. But, if she wanted to be a good, gracious host to whoever these people were, and send along the right message, she was going to have to come up with some furniture somewhere.

Snatching up the limp arm of one of the former scouts, she started to drag him across the floor. When help arrived, it would be too late for all but one man, and if they wanted him alive, she was going to have to have a nice little chat with someone, one on one, in the comfort of her own hand-made furniture. Hopefully, they liked modern art. Once she was done with her work, she glanced out one of the windows at the setting sun, leaning back into her once-human make shift chair as she waited.

Joe had been gone for awhile now, deep into the quarantine zones as an advanced scouting party in search of fuel, weapons, and ammo. He didn’t mind the solitude these long trips held, to be honest they soothed him and the raging inferno that he usually kept bottled inside his chest. The sound of the rumbling motorcycle engine the only thing ringing in his ears as he reflected on a successful mission, the Army base in old New Jersey Fort Dix had remained relatively untouched since the explosion and, with proper protection, was ripe for the taking the stockpile of military grade vehicles and weapons far exceeded the expectations of the Marine as he rumbled back towards Haven.

As he reentered New York Enders clicked back on his radio, having left it off most of the trip to conserve battery, incase he came under an attack he wasn’t able to handle on his own. However unlikely that was. As his bike rumbled along the decaying highway the radio crackled to life. “... Scout team delta... suffered heavy casualties... need.. backup... Uurgh!" Letting loose of the accelerator Enders lifted up his own radio raising it to his lips.

“Can any unit advise of Delta’s position, this is scout team Alpha. Repeat can any unit advise of Delta teams position, this is Alpha team.” The radio held silent for a moment as the former Marine was sure they were shocked to hear his voice over the airwaves again after so long but as they radio came to life again Enders listened closely. “Delta team is located at the former Bellevue hospital Alpha, you gonna pick that up?” Joe quickly tried to discern the location in his mind, it was far from his current location but dangerously close to the Amazon’s bone asylum. His brow furrowing he pressed down on the button for his radio bringing it back to life once again, there was no way he’d risk any more lives against those psychotic femme fatale’s.

“I’m on it...” Enders replied before sliding the radio back into the holster on his motorcycle and jamming back on the accelerator. “It’s good to hear your voice again Alpha team, god speed.” The Marine didn’t like being a savior, the mere thought of the repercussions and image this would give of Enders in the minds of Haven residents was enough to make his stomach turn but he couldn’t let more people die because he was afraid that Haven would rely on him more than they already did. It was a vicious cycle that this world only helped perpetuate and Enders was determined to stop.

The Haven resident wasn’t sure how much time passed as he sped down the derelict roads but as the sun began to set the hospital began to come into view over the crumbled buildings that surrounded it. He made no attempts to hide his approach, his reputation being more than ample enough to cause some of the more improvisional bands to disperse at the mere sound of his motorcycle. But he doubted this was some roving band that got the jump on a poorly trained scouting team, this close to Amazon territory could only mean one thing.... He would be dealing with the Amazon’s themselves and stealth was meaningless against some of their abilities.

So the militant mutant pulled up right into the former parking lot of the hospital letting his motorcycles engine roar its presence the entire way, let them know its me, Enders thought silently. I am the Devil, and I’m here to do the Devil’s work. For to long the Haven protector had been down on himself, beating himself down more often then anyone else, wishing for the day when the cancer that plagued his lungs finally took his life. Flicking down the kickstand he stood up off the bike swinging his leg around he stood up letting the bike rest between him and hospital that was about to become a battle ground. He scanned up the building slowly and he stripped off the heavy brown coat revealing just his tactical Kevlar vest and bare arms. Shirking the coat onto the bike seat he began to make his way towards the hospital entrance the sound of his heavy boots thumping against the floor only interrupted by the sound of his breathing through the respirator that masked his face.

He could feel his power surging through him as he felt a calm cover his mind, the rhythmic slapping of the sawed off shotgun against his thigh helping to bring the rage to a minimum as he pushed pass the double door threshold of the former hospital. His eyes landed on a crude but not unexpected site as a young woman sat in front of him scantily clad and sitting in what Enders could only assume was the remnants of Delta team and for a moment he felt the fire rise inside his chest only to be quickly squashed in an attempt to keep the situation under control.

“Ms. Gordon, to be honest I was expecting someone who would pose at the very least an entertaining challenge.” His voice echoed slightly though the hollow lobby of the hospital as he halted to scan the green skinned woman. He gripped the collar of his tactical vest and quirked an eyebrow at the woman. “A band of thugs would prove more interesting than you...” Enders let out a deep albeit seemingly forced laugh as he let his eyes express his amusement. “Well for the most part.” He added as he let his gaze linger for longer than most men would dare against an Amazon, Enders always had a weakness for the bad girls.

She was getting bored, and boredom from her usually meant horrible things for other people. Fortunately for her current guest, she needed him alive. Unfortunately, she didn't need him whole. She'd just been toying with the idea of seeing how long it took the quiet man to scream like a child from her touch, when someone decided to join her.

... and promptly insult her.

She could feel her hackles rise, but bit back the anger. She was here first and foremost to find out who these people were. Once that was dealt with and she had enough information to bring home with her, she could take care of the loose ends. Once the newcomer had made himself known, she took a few moments to evaluate him. He knew her last name, or her former last name, anyway. Considering how well known her kind was, and while she wasn't all that surprised, it did point to the fact that he was more knowledgeable than a good majority of other city dwellers. "...What a gentleman. Please, why don't you have a seat?" Was that sarcasm in her voice? Yes, yes it was. Eyeing the stranger from under her hood, while he in turn eyed her, she sighed and draped her arms lazily over the sides of her chair while motioning toward another chair a good distance from her. "You must have run into a different breed of thug than i'm used to, then... Most of them hardly put up any fight at all."

"I must say, i'm a little disappointed myself. Here I was expecting an army... and I get one man." Turning her chin, she nodded to the scout beside her, then reached over to stroke his hair rather affectionately. "... I keeping this one alive so I could have a chat with someone one on one. Guess I didn't need to take that precaution after all." The hair hardened under her touch instantly and she earned herself a nice little cringe from her captive.

"... but since you're here now, maybe you will see fit to answer my questions. Mainly... who are you? What were these people doing so close to territory they should not be in?" She motioned to her seat, tapping her fingers softly on the arm she was using as an arm rest, and cocked her head at him. "I tried to ask the nice lady that was in charge here... but then she went and got on my nerves."

"...What a gentleman. Please, why don't you have a seat?" Enders could hear the sarcasm in the woman’s voice as she spoke and under his mask he cracked a small smile and ignored her offer for a seat, instead he simply remained close to the threshold of the hospital, shifting on his heels letting his chin rise slightly with indignation. "You must have run into a different breed of thug than I'm used to, then... Most of them hardly put up any fight at all." The Marine began cycling through information in his head trying to remember the details he had read in the green skinned Amazons dossier, unlike some of the other Amazons the snake haired beauties file was rather thin most information limited to a basic description of her and her abilities which Enders strained to remember as she spoke. "I must say, i'm a little disappointed myself. Here I was expecting an army... and I get one man." The crystal manipulator watched as the woman reached towards the sole remaining member of Delta team, the mans eyes pleaded at Enders desperate for him to save the man.

"... I keeping this one alive so I could have a chat with someone one on one. Guess I didn't need to take that precaution after all." Enders watched impassively as the mans hair hardened and grayed under the woman's touch turning to stone with each pass of her hand. Inside he felt the anger growing this was the problem with the Amazon’s they were all, for the most part, incredibly powerful but each deranged in their own special way. "... but since you're here now, maybe you will see fit to answer my questions. Mainly... who are you? What were these people doing so close to territory they should not be in?" To be honest Enders was surprised it had been a long time since someone didn’t recognize him the mask he wore usually was the only hint people needed before his reputation proceeded him. "I tried to ask the nice lady that was in charge here... but then she went and got on my nerves." The Marine tilted his head side to side the slight sound of it cracking echoing in the now quiet hospital. Raising up the heel of his right foot he kept his eyes locked on the torso of the seated Gorgon before stamping it back to the floor and instantly a thin layer of crystals began to etch their way out across the floor, rippling out from his foot.

“This hospital only shows why you Amazons are failing...” Enders voice echoed though the mask as he spoke his voice level, it reverberated though the walls only accompanied by the sound of the thin layer of crystals forming along the floors and walls now. The crystals weren’t large enough to be used as weapons, yet, they were barely large enough to be felt through the thin leather wraps most of the survivors of this new age wore on their feet but Enders felt them he felt each one as an extension of himself, an addition to his senses, additions to his hands. “For my men to come here, so close to your so called territory and to find enough worth bringing back only shows how truly inadequate you all are.” The room glittered as the crystals covered the walls of the lobby and continued onto the ceiling growing in size as they stretched across it, coming down in various lengths resembling stalactites in caves.

“My name is Enders and this is the only time I will offer it, leave now take the supplies my men have found. But cross Haven again and I will tear your little bone asylum down piece by piece.” The Marine hadn’t moved from his position since he had started but his power flowed from his body, he was more than an intimidating sight to behold but this woman was obviously stupid so left an area around the woman and an exit on her side free from his crystals giving her the opportunity to escape now that she knew who she had crossed, plus Enders still wasn’t fond of hitting women despite the necessity it was thanks to the Amazonian’s. He stretched his mind through the crystals ready to have them drive towards Medusa should she make the wrong decision or bring this entire building down should he see it necessary.

Amazons... failing? Two words that rightly didn't belong together in her mind. One, because the only way she could think of an Amazon failing would be dying, and two, because there was nothing to fail at. There was no competition in her mind. Her sisters and her, their leader even, were simply surviving. The city had gone to @&%$, and with it so had the moral and social bonds that kept people civil. People were monsters, whether they chose to admit it to themselves or not. When faced with the choice to live or die, everyone she'd ever come across in three years had chosen to fight for life. No one wanted to bow their head and give up.

She didn't see the Amazons as any different.

“For my men to come here, so close to your so called territory and to find enough worth bringing back only shows how truly inadequate you all are.”

... Inadequate? Ha! As if her kind should be expected to keep an eye on every pathetic creature that wandered past Amazon territory. This brute of a man should have felt privileged that she'd even bothered to stop and take interest.

“My name is Enders and this is the only time I will offer it, leave now take the supplies my men have found. But cross Haven again and I will tear your little bone asylum down piece by piece.”

"Oh... you are so kind." She purred, sitting up a little straighter in her chair. "Well, Enders.... I have never heard of this 'Haven' you speak of. It sounds just fantastic, whatever it is, really... but..." Gracefully standing from her chair, she smoothed the front of her coat down. "I must really be going. I expected some form of idiotic settlement. Someone planning on setting up camp in on our territory. It appears I was wrong."

Glancing over at the pile of supplies he'd mentioned, supplies she'd already gone through before he'd appeared, she smirked. "I don't think we'll be needing any of that. Wouldn't want to take it from the less fortunate, right?" The Greek had already pilfered all of the bullets she could find, as well as a few handguns in good condition. Any other supplies she thought could be needed had been filtered down to the bare minimum, stuffed into as many pockets as she could, and then she'd spent the rest of her time setting up the room.

An escape route had been plotted, planned, and left ready. A few traps had been carefully laid about and hidden. She'd even pre-loaded a nicely sized handgun and tucked it into the back of her pants... just in case it turned out to be needed. "Really, though... you should stop by our quaint little home one of these days. Us girls get so lonely cooped up in there all by ourselves." A bitterness, tinted with sarcasm, flowed through her words. The Greek cast her eyes in his direction momentarily, her upper lip curled in a devious manner and reached down behind the back of her captive.

"...I'm sure I can manage to cross you at least one more time, before I go."

A little click echoed through the room, and when she stood back up she tossed a little metal object across the room at him. If one were to look closely through the dim light, one could see that it was a little grenade pin bouncing across the floor. The captive man she'd been keeping alive screamed, eyes wild with fear, and started clawing at the clothes on his back.... where she'd stuffed a grenade down his shirt as part of her escape plan.

Immediately after, she turned and launched herself through the nearest broken window, snagging the ledge outside before she latched onto a pre-set rope and swiftly scaled down the outside wall. Once her feet hit the ground, she was off and running, not bothering to look back.