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Jorge recognized a small number of those gathered. Many of them were still pretty young. Probably the oldest person here, Jorge was twice the age of. He really did not mind but it made him all the more dutiful to want to make sure that these kids and young adults really had a chance to live life instead of just throwing it into the face of danger again and again. But these people were adults and it was not like he was their father. So he remained silent and tried to make sure to not be the one to try to father everyone; they were adults so they could take care of themselves.

>> "I'll take three others with me to find the mutant."[/color]

Jorge nodded. He knew Shawn, worked with him before (more liked hurtled through time with him) so he respected the young man greatly. Plus he knew his strengths and his powers seemed like a good compliment to his own for trying to get through a building that gained sentient life. Therefore there was little doubt that he would want to team up with him.

The detective slipped away once the team was gathered and he boldly followed the man into the building. The second team was already doing a good job of keeping the place open. As soon as the few people inside caught the whiff of fresh air, they bolted. With that team to protect them, Jorge continued on with Shawn and the others.

Not long after he stepped into the room, though, he was stopped by a young man…with orange skin and blue hair. He tilted his head and nodded to his fellow X-Man.

>> "Ssir? I recommended checking the ssecurity camerass for cluess and recon, I am going to climb to the top out here, but I think that would be a good place to start. I requessted the officerss had the power cut in ten minutess, sso thats a limited time advantage." He then pointed to a door just behind the lobby's greeting desk. " The ssecurity camerass will be jusst through that door."

He bowed and turned to leave. Jorge nodded to him.

“Thanks for the tip!” he said as he turned to head back to Shawn and the others, eyeing the security room.

>> "Looks like we're going to need to find this person or we wont be able to get out….Whoever is doing this now knows that we're here. They won't make finding them easy. There's a reason this person is here and we don't know how they're doing this we need to get to them as fast as possible. Stay close and keep your eyes open for anything coming at us. The harder it is to go somewhere the better chance it is that we're getting closer to this person."[/color]

Jorge agreed.

“Shawn, I’ll check the security cameras, like…’he’…suggested. I’ll catch up. We got 10 minutes before the police shut down power to the building.” The detective then moved off, he would have to learn that boy’s name, to the security room, opened the door, and paused at the sight.

TVs everywhere, depicting every scene that was happening in the building. People were in a panic, furniture was going haywire, mayhem was breaking loose on every floor. But nowhere did he see a sign of any suspicious mutant causing this whole mess. He began to flip through the different views when suddenly…he heard someone yell…

>> "Spread out! Start clearing the building!"[/color]

Jorge spun around and quickly bolted out of the room. Down the way he saw Streak…fighting with a chair? It had sprung to life and looked ready to rend flesh from bone. Looking off to the side, Jorge spied a drinking water dispenser. That was going to have to be his weapon. Running over, Jorge kicked over the fountain that immediately dropped the large, plastic blue bottle and began to spill water everywhere. A twist of his wrist the water sprang to life and began to circle around him.

Just in time too since some diabolical copy machines were rolling towards him. He narrowed his as paper was flung in his direction. Jorge sidestepped it and summoned the water around him before he released it in a jet stream, sparking the copy machine to burn out. He pulled more water to him and readied to aid a fellow X-Man that would surely need it.

But just as the man started to stare down a small army of staplers that were clinking and hopping mad towards him, Jorge heard the buzz of his communicator. He scrambled to answer it as he backed away from a stapler that tried to clamp down on his foot.

>> "Jorge, can you give me your current position and hold? I'm coming in with backup. I think I might be able to use my powers to help find this guy."

“Copy that!” Jorge said as he kicked a particularly nasty heavy duty stapler off to the side. “We came in past the evac team! We are just past the lobby and security room. Be careful, they were not kidding about this place!” He then shouted over his shoulder to the rest. “Keep this position! Kealey is on her way and she may know how to find this gu—OOMPH!!”

Jorge had never been tackled by a file cabinet before. It hurt.

Jorge had changed and made it to the scene faster than he thought he was going to. After he had changed, Jorge left Gemma behind and dashed out of the apartment and headed down for his car. Maybe he really shouldn’t have been taking his own car, but since he really did not have any other right, he did not argue with himself about it. This was going to be his first mission in uniform (thanks to that X-Man Kealey) so he needed to make sure that he not only represented X-Men, but also the police department that trusted him to work as their liaison. So Jorge was going to have to make a good impression.

Stepping out into the light he smirked a little as he glanced down at the X-uniform that had been custom made for him. He had to admit that it looked like it would have been rather encumbersome but that young woman certainly knew how to make a uniform. It breathed easily, yet still had strength, and it even under the jacket, the top was sleeveless so that he could easily slip back into the costume after he went water form.

All in all, he was pleased.

Pulling the X-communicator from his pocket, Jorge dashed for his car, slipped in, and revved the engine. It seemed like it was seconds before he managed to get out onto the road and was barreling towards the Crystal Tower.



The police were already there. Jorge spied the flashing red and blue lights as he drove up to the building and spied that it looked like a menacing sight already. It was huge and intimidating, and the knowledge that it was bustling instead with life just made everything all the more terrifying. He could only imagine what the people inside were going through. They needed to be gotten out, the mutant responsible needed to be found and, most of all, they had to keep people from getting killed.

Jorge pulled up to the police line just as pair of vehicles showed up. Instantly he recognized them as fellow X-Men; well some he recognized, the rest he had yet to be introduced to. Jorge had nodded to Gawain and, with a flash of his badge, the group had made their way into the fray while police officers everywhere tried to keep the populace and press back.

>> "All right... We need the doors open, the people out and in safety. It obviously doesn't want people leavin', so we're gonna pry it open in as many different places as we can, and keep it open until everyone's out. That is our priority. We also need a small team that goes in, scans the place, finds the mutant responsible, and shuts the building down. No lethal force, we are the good guys, but keep your wits about you. Anything can move on the inside. Keep your comms open. Ready? Let's see the teams."

Jorge nodded, blinked as one of the X-Men called out people and ran off with a sledgehammer. Someone was obviously very pleased with this mission. He smirked at that.

He then turned to Gawain and nodded.

“I can get in and scope out for survivors or the mutant causing this,” Jorge said with a nod. His powers, manipulating and turning into water, should be useful enough for him to get around even the tightest corners and locked doors. The detective joined whichever group was going to be heading in.

God…he hoped he was not going to get killed.

And DAMN did he look old standing amongst all the youngin’s.

Jorge moved as fast as he could, trying to keep himself from shaking all over with weariness. He was exhausted from his excursions but he knew that he could not just lie down and give up. He needed to see this through to the end. Sure he was alive and back in the real world but if he let Simon escape now, who knows what other horrors he will commit once he regained his own strength. No, after everything Jorge had been through, he was simply not going to allow anyone else to have to go through them. He needed to act, and he needed to act fast!

Storming up to the room, Jorge kicked growled as he suddenly kicked out; the door didn’t stand a chance. A crack echoed through the empty building as the door was crushed in, falling off of to the side and barely hanging on by its bottom hinges. A snarl on his lips, the detective rushed into the room.

There, lying on the ground and half-conscious, was Simon LaRourke. The man looked almost like he had been lobotomized as he struggled to catch his own breath. Apparently having created such an elaborate set of levels, on top of having to contend with a very pissed off police detective, the man did not realize how much of himself he had put into that last level. He was barely breathing, eyes rolled up into his head as a thin layer of drool rolled out of the corner of his mouth. Every once and awhile he gave out a gasp of breath but that was the limitations of his moments.

Jorge sighed as he slowly walked up to the man and knelt down. All around Simon lay the broken glass from the nearby window. Apparently when Jorge was in the game he had somehow really affected the real world? He shrugged. He didn’t want to get under the logistics of it. Instead he merely narrowed his eyes as he glared at the man on the ground.

“Simon LaRourke,” he said, even if the man couldn’t hear him, “You are under arrest. You have the right to an attorney…”

Jorge gasped as he was suddenly washed over with a sense of complete and utter vertigo. The air rushed past his ears, the brightness of the world on the other side of his closed eyes was enough to make the man wince and cry out. So violent was his removal from this world that the detective was fairly certain that a lesser man would have probably perished in the process. But as every swept up and around him, suddenly the detective felt cold concrete against his back. He struggled and twitched before finally he just gasped.

“Huuuurk!” his stomach muscles contracted violently as he breathed in a deep breath.

The detective coughed and hacked as he felt the cold concrete against his back and slowly tried to open his eyes. He didn’t know what to expect this time or if Game Lord had pulled him into yet another level but it distracting enough that he forced himself to peered through the blurriness behind his eyes. It was just horrendous, the pain that he felt, but he needed to dig through in order to keep going.

Palms flat against the ground, the man struggled as he forced himself to sit upright and peered around. His eyes were still hurting, still blurry, but they were quickly trying to adjust. So far he saw only vague shapes and outlines but nothing seemed to be threatening just yet. But, as he finally sat up all the way and slouched over a bit, he rubbed his eyes once more, trying to clear them, before he looked around his surroundings.

He would only sigh…in relief.

Jorge was at a loss for conscious thoughts. All he knew was that he needed to run and he needed to run fast! The block dropped with such a thunderous crash that Jorge was nearly deafened. But he kept running. Once the dust had settled though, he looked up around his dark landscape and realized that, indeed, he was standing inside of a large 3D game of Tetris. Blocks were already stacked before him and, even as that one block rained down from the sky, soon others began to descend as well.

“Oh crap,” the detective grumbled as suddenly he made another flying leap to get out of the way of yet another block. This was crashed down far closer to the him and the shockwave sent the officer sailing across the fielding.

Momentarily dazed, he lay there, stunned, trying to will his legs to move again. But he was so tired, so weary. He just wanted to rest for a moment but sound of rushing air (and that annoying music!) spurred him to growl and launch back up onto his feet. He rolled away not a moment too soon when another block crashed down.

“This is detective! I can play this forever!!! You aren’t walking out of this one! I WIN!! I WIN!!!!!”

But Jorge did not give up. A glance upward at the sky, he wanted to see where the next block was falling from but a glance up and he saw something strong. Someone was there, dancing about in a fit of joy like a fool and not even paying attention to the game going on. His eyes narrowed as he instantly recognized the figure from so many mug shots…it was Game Lord.

Jorge smirked as he continued to walk through the darkness. Though he was exhausted and wanted nothing more for this whole ordeal to be over, he knew that he was not going to rest until he had Game Lord instead of cell with a shock collar around his neck. Judging by everything he had gone through so far, it was obvious that the man was insane and he needed to be locked away for a long time with absolutely no use of his powers. But Jorge could not make that happen until he got to him.

Having gone through all these twisted worlds, he knew the level of depravity that Simon was capable of. Maybe these games were not entirely created by him, but the simply face was that he used some already questionable material out in the world and tortured and maimed people! That was something that the good detective simply could not let continue.

It was time to take this mutant down.

>> "Well... I have only recently returned, and I spent most of the time in bed, recovering from.. well, their return…I have not even had much time to wander around yet, which is probably why I have not noticed you there either. Though, it is nice to know that we will no longer hand to meet each other in parks or hospitals."

Jorge had to arch a brow at her comment. In bed the whole time she was at the mansion? Recovering from…what? The detective immediately wanted to investigate to see what was going on but he did not dare say anything out loud. Not right now since he did not want Andrea to feel like he was prying into her life. But he would indeed take a look to make sure that everything was on the up and up with her and her…rescue…

But he did have to admit that it was good to know that she was so close by. Not that they were best friends but he still worried about her and always wanted to make sure that she was okay. Her altercation with the Lion Man was a terrifying one and he only wanted to make sure that she was okay.

Also…she made AWESOME cookies. Maybe he could just happening to be hanging around while she made some? It was just an idea.

>> "I hope to have everything worked out soon, so that I will be able to join the community once again. I have been a shut in for far too long…I suppose I should also try and contact my parents. They are probably worried sick about me, after so long without speaking to them.."

He nodded. He could only imagine what her parents might think of the situation. How much did they actually know about their daughter and everything that she experienced here? It was question probably saved for another time. Or maybe he would just wait until she decided to speak on it herself.

>> "I will probably run into you a lot more now... This is the first time I have been out of Saphirus' room in three days."

Jorge chuckled but didn’t really say much. He really did not want to even think was Andrea’s exile into this Saphrius’ room for three days was like. Probably something he shouldn’t even be thinking of anyways. But a glance to his wrist and immediately the detective blinked. He needed to head back to the mansion….huh…

He smiled as he turned to Andrea.

“You know, I have a meeting at the mansion,” he explained. “Let me give you a ride home,” he said as he stood up from the bench, holding his treasured basket of cookies.