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 Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
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.
Aura had guts, Hades could certainly give her that. She fought with a certain kind of tenacity, as though there was a fury inside her that fueled her, to push herself. Personally he would have approached that particular fight more tactically all things considered. However will his skill set he was not a "tanker" and she knew her mutation far better than he did.
Aura charged the Bossman. He grinned and thrust his lightening claw infront of his face in a forward jab that both served as a block and an attack. The Bossman might not be a mutant but he was a dam good boxer and brawler. His other fist, the chain fist whining he kept center of his chest. This lady had guts. He had put his anger aside and fallen back into his fighting instincts that had served him so well on the streets and in the ring for so very many years. He easily blocked and stopped the thrust to his face, the lightening claw clanging with the "weapon" of pink mist. He sensed that the first move was a feign so he decided to se how much guts the lady really had. Instead of defending his machine gun he thrust his chain fist towards her in a 1 - 2 attack with his already launched lightening claw. a second later as his chain fist was mid-way towards her he triggered his flamer.
Hades had his hands slightly full. someone had started to aim a rocket launcher his way. His arm and the rocked launcher promptly disintegrated. Someone tried to sneak attack Aura from behind. Hades would never know if the Mk211 round hit something armored or it ignited a grenade or explosive device that was on the attackers belt. What he could confirm was that the would be attacker was effectively...bisected. The top half flew past Aura's left and... well the bottom half flew past Aura's right. When he saw Aura charge he snapped off a shot at the base of the Bossman's ranged weapon. it was challenging, trying to hit a moving target while not endanger in any way his temporary ally.
>"I guess you've seen a lot turbulence before, you probably have seen plenty of it before...Triple digits...God...I guess anything I tell you would be old news, something you've probably heard or seen before."
Hades smiled at the youth. People tended to react differently when he revealed his actual age. "Oddly enough the most difficult times for mutants has been in the recent century." Hades remarked thinking of the mutant registration act. "After the mutant registration act, things quietened down a little but then things look to be primed for another flare up."
"Still I would like to hear your story, It also help me understand and know how to better train you, if you want to share that is."
>"Cut's pulling. If I reopen it again, it's gonna need stitches 100%. Bruises aren't too pretty yet. Tomorrow we'll see the really cool colors. Nothing's broken. If it comes to a fight, I still can."
Hades smirked at this comment. Over the centuries he had seen and experienced more than his fair share of bruises. But it was good to know that she was still in fighting shape.
>"I'm willing to do whatever it takes to stay my own person. Let't go."
"I fully agree, come." He lead the way through the medical bay where after rummaging for a bit he tossed Noel two items. One was can with a spray nozzle, another was a roll of tape. "Liquid stitches" Hades explained. "That works with the tape to help hold wounds together while minimizing the affect on mobility, that should help." He carried on to a wall and punched a sequence on what looked to be a glass pane. A hidden door swung open. "In here is the armory" Hades explained. It was a very well stocked armory. that included an extensive non-lethal section as well. "As this is your house we are liberating, do you want to take point on this one?" Said Hades as he picked a few items from the lethal and non-lethal section.
[OCC apologies for the shortness off this one. Work and illness.....]
>"So, not that I'm not grateful for everything, but why are you doing all this? So far you've only asked about my mutation and nothing else. So what's in it for you? As far as you know I'm just some kid, a nobody."
Hmm perhaps now would be a good time to tell him a little more. He gestured for Alex to sit down and started. "You seem to be looking for a catch. Waiting for the other boot to drop as it were. You are probably also curious about my profession." Hades leant back on the step to the wooden floor of the training area and composed his thoughts.
"I am old Alex, far older than I appear, well into the triple digits and perhaps well into the quadruple digits. So to answer the unspoken question, "What do I need from you" the honest answer is absolutely nothing. I do not need anything from you. The only thing that I could potentially gain from this is an ally, but then that is your choice. You are free to leave at any time and terminate all contact with me. I will vanish and you will never see me again in your lifetime. Or, as your training progresses you may choose to maintain contact, and if you are interested and I am on a mission that would benefit from your skill set, I would contact you and you would get a portion of the rewards. Does that answer you question?" Hades paused. "As to why I am doing this, well, I saw you trying to fend off attackers, I observed your courage in the face of danger, and recognized that you had potential so I decided to give you an opportunity and see where it would lead. Perhaps I also see it as a chance to pass on some small portion of my knowledge to other people. Perhaps it might do some good. From what I can see, there are turbulent times ahead for mutants."
Hades was thinking of the ominous things he was hearing from his contacts in the government. It seams at many levels of government there was a growing anti-Mutant sentiment going round. The last time something like this happened, the result was the mutant registration act. He hoped that people might have learnt a lesson from that, but then again Humanity tended to be very thick skulled in certain areas and terribly slow to grasp certain concepts.
Hades dutifully signed the paper thrust upon him. "So how much do you remember? I can try to fill in the gaps if you would like. If not there is the little problem of the Davronski cell stalking your home and probably hunting your room mate. I also copied all the data we grabbed from the first cell we took out. I am trying to find out who sold us out. I have some ideas but I am not liking the conclusion."
The pathway though the data was difficult. There were numerous transactions between companies, some of the shell some of the legitimate. Hades suspected that if he was to go that way he would need a full army of accountants and lawyers at least a week or so to unravel this so he turned his attention to the communications. and the Ip addressed. He pulled up various tools and started tracing the signals around the globe. An image of the world appeared on the TV screen and the path that the contract took slowly started to trace out. But it split in many directions. Perhaps more information was needed. Hades wondered if Noel was up for a little information gathering trip. He would also completely understand if she did not want to "kiss ant tell". He had his own bloodless, wound less methods of extracting information.
"How are your wounds? I know you asked to be kept in on this as now the contract on me will havesplit off a contract on you as well. The Davronski's would love to have a mutant under their control who could discern lies and pull memories from both the living and the dead. So are you up for an info gathering trip?"
Hell, what intelligence agency or group would not want such an ability. Hades would need to be careful. He was dealing with an ally who could forget that she was his ally, but who was well on her way to earning a place on his small trusted ally list. This would be interesting.
The bossman was enraged and to be honest a little scared. Two people, just two people had taken out so many. The skill that they must posess was something to be reckoned with. Then there was rage. Two of his closest friends now lay dead and someone was going to pay for
it. He stalked forward his armored form shaking the ground. On his shoulder and automated machine gun roved back and forth like the weapon system on the predators in the movie predators vs Aliens. His left hand had a whirring chain blade over what would ahve been the knuckles forming a huge chain fist with a high pressure flame thrower strapped to the arm. His right hand was a huge power claw, with electricity arcing from one claw to the other. Ther ewer no visable weaknesses. On his heads up display the bossman cycles through night vision, thermal vision and regular enhanced vision.
Hades attempted to hit the fuel,line to the Bossman's flame jet but it was armoured as well. In response he had to duck quickly as he was bracketed by the bossman's machine gun. Clearly his silenced sniper was just not going to cut it. It looked like the minions advancing after the Boss man were also more elite, they were clad in black and had night vision goggles on with laser targeting beams sweeping the ground before them. No matter though Hades, his armory was just a hop skip and a jump away. He fired his last two grenades from his launcher at the minions and ducked away before the returning fire could target him then vanished to get something a little heavier hitting.
Down in the alley way the minions were performing a coordinated leapfrog manovure with at least two firing on Aura at all times. At the same time they were hanging well back of the bossman who was striding towards Aura.
Hmm a McMillan Tac-50 firing .50BMG ammo should do the trick. Hades grabbed a sack of 5 round clips and got into position on top of a building higher than the surrounding warehouses a number of buildings away. He only hoped that this Aura could hold out until he was in position. Try tracking me one square block away he through as he quickly setup and got into the sniping position. This was going to make noise but then again he was firing from within a room in an abandoned building and with the amount of noise they had already made the police were no doubt on their way. He chambered a bullet and took aim at a minion. Technically the Geneva convention prohibited the usage of this caliber of rifel on infantry but they were all heavily armored and needs must. The reticle floated over the head of one of the minions firing at Aura, Hades picked the one at the front. BOOM! The rifle bucked against Hades shoulder and 1 block away Minion #1's head simply ceased to be. A red mist hung in the space once occupied by skin, bone, flesh and blood. Hmm where did he put those Raufoss Mk 211 rounds...
Hades speaks in #ec4511 Thanks Ghost for the second Sig
Apparently the memory loss took some time to kick in. "I am Hades, the Davronski's were a merc group that tried to kill you. The video of last night should be on your phone under safe house #1 folder." At that moment Hades was thankful for cameras inside the safe house. That way at least she could review what happened after they met in the safe house. He also observed that she was holding a gun by her leg. This was going to be.... interesting. It reminded Hades of that movie 50 first dates. He hoped it would not be that bad. "We wiped out one Davronski cell after they tried to capture us and there is still one cell that has your house under surveillance." Hades summarized helpfully. He hoped he would not be asked to summarize the entirety of last nights events.
>"I feel like I got hit by a bus."
"Last night you kissed a Davronski agent and essentially downloaded his memories. You told me that that came at a price and that you would forget some things. Also in the safe hosue you had me sign a note. Are you all right?"
This was a new turn of events, Hades hoped they would not have to go through this routine every morning. He went back to data mining and cross correlation.
Hades speaks in #ec4511 Thanks Ghost for the second Sig
Food was good. Rest was better. Rest in a safe place, where all the occupants of the house were either allies or automated defense systems was better yet again. Hades slept soundly and woke refreshed. He pulled on a Shirt and cargo pants and went to see how Noel was doing. When he glanced into her room she still seemed sound asleep with her hair fanned around her like some sort of colored halo of light. He closed the door softly.
As he silently padded down stairs and ate breakfast. Hades mused over the events of the past day, well evening really. So very much had happened so fast. The bar, the fight, the escape to safe house #1. Resting slightly, the ambush, the fighting, discovering about Noel's power, the interrogation by kissing and the price it cost, the raid and arson and finally safe haven. He mulled over this strange yet talented lady. So much untapped potential, so much waste just staying in security. He wondered what Noel would do now, once this was all over. Hades was tempted to get her interviews with a number of companies that he indirectly owned. Where she might put her talents to full use but that would wait.
After a filling breakfast Hades plugged his phone into the socket and pulled out a wireless keyboard and mouse and sat in the living room turning the flat screen TV into a computer monitor. He started browsing through the data that they had grabbed the night before. One thing lead to another and Hades started to see a pattern in and amongst the clutter. He heard Noel stumble down the stairs. "There is coffee in the kitchen" He yelled over his shoulder. Wait had he really just said that. It was almost as if Noel was more like a team mate as opposed to some random stranger that he had just met literally last night. Hmmm. The pattern was starting to point to one person. But Hades was not willing to jump to conclusions. It could not be, could it possibly be?
>"Sure, it's not like I've got anything else to do tomorrow.So you're going to be sticking around this whole time to train me? You don't have work to go to or anything?"
Inwardly Hades afforded himself a small smile. Yep thd was a little insecure, but then again he was doing well all things considered. he looked like he had been through some tough times. Hades would not pry. He respected privacy and besides Alex would more than likely open up when he was ready.
"Alex, if I wanted to I could choose not to work another day in my life." He smiled at the thought. It was very true though. The thing about working in such a high risk job was that the pay was rediculosly good, the advantage of being a) very good at your job and b) very very hard to kill meant that Hades had accumulated A LOT of wealth. Of course it was hidden her and there, but he could retire if he wanted to and live out a life of luxury but those things never really appealed to him. he had worked those desires out of his system many many years ago. "And no, I will be comming and going. That gives you time to practice. I was intending to stay long enough for you to memorize the moves and learn about their usage and application. Then I was planning on vanishing for a few days or a week or so. When I get back we can spar." They would use blunted weapons of course but Hades would pull no punches and blunt as they were the weapons could still hurt. "I am also at a point in my... career that I can effectively choose what work to accept." Hades was not sure how much he would reveal to Alex at the moment. Alex was still in some way earning Hades's trust. Or more accurately, Hades was still learning about Alex's character.
"Sleep well, I will be here when you wake."
Hades speaks in #ec4511 Thanks Ghost for the second Sig
"Monroe and Market it is. [OCC as you picked the location you get to describe the decor, well at least of the "surface house" the bunker below would be rather standard], after stopping to grab some data of course."
Hades gratefully accepted the shirt from Noel and changed it from the shredded one he was wearing. Then they hit the road with the Mercedes purring smoothly and powerfully through the streets.
The Davronski base was a cake walk. Not only did Noel have the pass codes to get in, thanks to her kiss, she also knew how to disarm the traps, where they were and how to bypass them. Grabbing data was even easier as Noel had the passwords. "You know Noel, you make my job so very much easier, if not for the annoyance of imminent death and the constant attacks as well as you having to loose memory, I would almost suggest we should do this again sometime." He chuckled slightly to himself at this. He downloaded a copy of all the data to both of their phones, wiped the drive and set about constructing an accident. "Right lets go." He would let Noel play with the data. He might look at his copy in the morning. As the car rumbled to life and they accelerated smoothly away the house receded behind them smoothly while seemingly lit from withing with a yellowish glow.
Soon they had reached the chosen safe house. With how tired he was Hades grabbed a quick bite to eat, mumbled something about Noel getting to pick a bedroom and then promptly fell asleep in one of the other unoccupied bedrooms.
To say that Gunter Von Krause was having a bad day would be an understatement. He had made a big gamble to get ahead and had backed the wrong side. Blasted Davronski's had messed up. In hindsight he wondered what fit of insanity had prompted him to back anyone against Hades. He knew that almost above all else Hades valued trust, loyalty and honesty. And he had sold Hades out. He knew that the Davronski's wanted Hades dead or alive, they had connections with the group Mutant Extermanitus (ME) who had, with information supplied by yours truly, managed to steal some of the stalker technology left over from the Mutant Registration Act disaster, see Retrieval Contract. Davronski and ME had worked out a deal where Davronski would capture mutants with useful mutations and then by pooling scientific resources with ME they would try to create serums for use by the troops. It was a moderately successful venture with some success strength and reaction boosting serums been put into production. Hades would be their big break. Not only had Hades snuffed out one Davronski cell, they had missed three successive check in's and their base of operations had been sterilized, burnt to the ground and razed sterilized. But somehow Hades had traced the convoluted path back to him. How had he done that? He had taken all the precautions that he could. *Sigh* no matter, Hades was here now, the fate of him and Hades would soon be decided. He could still count on the three Command Adapted that were his personal bodyguard and his automated defenses, not to mention the force field which was powered by three separate power sources and the literal army of ex-special forces between him and Hades.
Mentally he reviewed what he knew about this remarkable and mysterious assassin. Firstly no one was quite sure when he was born or where he came from. At great cost Von Krouse had purchased some information from various sources that suggested that Hades was over 200 years old. If some of his historian team could be believed he was much much older, but that was preposterous...or was it? Then there was the fact that nobody knew his real name. Hades came from an era where nicknames and call signs were earned and given not chosen. The name Hades was gifted to him by one of the founders of the Special Air Services in recognition of Hades seemingly magical ability to infiltrate any target location to reliably deliver a message from old man death, Hades the messenger of death. If that were not terrifying enough, according to sources the name Reaper was a translation of the Hebrew name gifted to him by one of the directors of Mossad. Then there was his training in asymmetrical warfare, Hades was known to find unique individuals and help them, train them, equip them. That in a time of need he might call on them. The extent of his network was terrifyingly demonstrated during the raid on the Mutant registration camps. Some of the worlds elite had appeared there to help the raid and save mutants, with just one request Hades had been able to call such a diverse and skilled group of operatives. No, Hades was too powerful in his own right, he knew too many secrets, he had to die.
***Elsewhere** Hades drew two short swords from his back. Think of the swords wielded by Legolas in Lord of the Rings. His swords were a little more curved like a scimitar then the back curved edge was also sharpened, so a forward swing would cut usually but a backhanded swing would cut like a elongated sickle, the perfect combination for close in work. Phasing back into the corridor behind a group of 4 troops charging to reinforce those being surpressed by the red mutant's vigorous gun fire and abundant usage of grenades Hades attacked. First a backhanded cut across a throat followed by a dual stab to the armpits. The slit throad meant silence, the armpit stabs meant dual artery punctures and certain bleed out. Hades then charged forward to slide on his knees cutting the legs out from the next two troops. As they fell Hades stabbed overhand backwards, quickly ending the lives to the troops. The last one he also dealt with mercilessly. Seeing taht the coast was clear for now he responded to the radio calls.
"Reaper to Nemesis, good to see you could join. I need you to swing round to the South West wing. there should be a power generator there, I need you to disable it by any means, also while you are there could you see if you can get any intel on what is in the central vault where the target is hiding?. Neurotap the red, I need you to clear out the South East wing, the corridor ahead of you is now clear. Same MO, The generator needs to go down. I will take the North wing. Afterwards meet at the center. The central room is triple force field protected, also any intel you can find would be good. Happy hunting. Reaper out."
Having cleared the corridor for "Neurotap", The name gave Hades a clue as to his potential powers, Hades decided to trace back to where the last lot of cannon fodder had come from. If he was not careful the attack could loose momentum as the opposing troops were good. Ah HA! his suspicions were rewarded when he stumbled upon a small armory. Having long ago ditched his AR, Hades was more than happy to pick up a bandoleer of grenades and a single shot break action grenade launcher. He was more happy however to find a combat shotgun with extended mag and dragons breath shells, he settled for alternating between armor piercing solid rounds, incendiary Dragons breath and buckshot. Having thus armed himself, Hades stalked towards the north wing.
Hades speaks in #ec4511 Thanks Ghost for the second Sig
Hades nodded, it usually did, "Sadly that is usually the case" Said Hades recalling the many deaths he had witnessed over the years just for the sake of obtaining information, the cost was always high.
>"I'm going to lose things now, memories I mean, since I took more in. Payment, I guess, for downloading so much new information."
"Does the amount lost scale with the amount gained?" Asked Hades wondering what the ratio was, he hoped it was not 1:1.
>"Uhm. There's no telling what'll go, but usually it's last in, first out with bulk. If I'd had time to cherry pick... well. Next time. For now, I'll try to keep you in mind. Maybe make a deliberate memory."
"I.. am honoured." Said Hades a little surprised at the gesture. It was.... touching.
>"Is it... safe here? I know you, uh, have other places to go."
Hades smiled and chuckled. Oh he would have to watch this one. "Hmm as different cells are usually in competition the second cell will not likely know of this place. As you probasbly know there is the true safehouse underneath this one. However if it would give you peace of mind, yes there are other safehouses if you would prefer it. Tell you what, if it would make you feel safer, whay don;t you pick the safehouse you prefer from the ones you know of and we will head there after downloading their data and wiping their hard drives?"
>"Don't suppose there's a maid service you can call..."
At this Hades threw back his head and laughed. Here was a woman who was not only a capable fighter, conducted herself in a professional manner and adapted to situations like a professional but was also very practically minded. "And they had you as security. Noel you are a very unique individual, a very unique individual indeed! A very practical question, and Yes as a matter of fcat there is a cleanup service that I can call. I will grab a few things and warm up the car while you decide which safe-house you would like to go to next. Oh and I have unlocked the gun safe beside the computer, help yourself to anything in it. SMG's, pistols and body armor. I wil lbe in the garrage." Hades moved off to first arm himself then disable the tracking device in the motorbike and then warm up the Merc SLK while he waited for Noel.
Hades speaks in #ec4511 Thanks Ghost for the second Sig
Alex was an eager student, he would certainly give him that. Creativity perhaps not one of his strong point. After hearing Alex's interpretation of his words, Hades sighed inwardly and tried once again to explain it.
"No Alex, not all fights are emergencies. Have you ever wondered about some of the moves I am teaching you? This particular style is meant for vicious close quarter combat. It is best suited for when you are vastly outnumbered, outmatched or backed against a wall. It gives no quarter. A good fighter always tries to keep something up his sleeve. For example." Hades slapped a hand to his belt and what looked like a shiny ribbon of silver seemed to erupt from his hand. "This is a sword whip, it is a very powerful weapon that relies on complete control. I train more with this weapon that most others but I will only use it as a last resort. And even then only to get back on an even footing. Then I switch back to another available weapon. It is a just-in-case weapon. So too you daggers and this fighting style I am teaching you. Does that make a little more sense?"
He paused for a breath. "The same with your constructs. There are many that you can and probably will use, but always ensure that if the situation suddenly turns against you that you have enough energy to throw out one or two specially prepared constructs that could allow you to escape or save your life. That was what I meant." Hades looked at Alex gauging how much he was absorbing. It was getting late and after a few minutes Hades said. "You look tired, you should get some rest. We can continue in the morning if you are up for it."
Hades speaks in #ec4511 Thanks Ghost for the second Sig
"Shield your eyes" Said Hades as he pressed the button. As he did so a number of things happened at once. Firstly the three outer gates to the premises exploded, the gated rose up off their hinges and flew inwards with great force, one becoming embedded in an unfortunate tree. Then the stretch of land between the perimeter wall and the mansion proper woke up. Well it would be more accurate to say that all manner of nasty surprises woke up. If one could see in the appropriate spectrum, one would observe that the ground was now crisscrossed with laser tripwires. There were claymores, fuel air bombs, can bombs (also known as bouncing betty's) and finally through each gate rolled two front armored automated sentry guns touting LMG's with a massive ammo hopper. The whole system had identify friend/foe tags so If Hades or Noel entered they would survive. Hades was taking no chances with Von Krause. To say Hades was furious would be the understatement of the year.
To be honest the mobile guns were not that expensive, this was one case of making many people happy. The military wanted field data for their new prototypes so as long as Hades gave them live fire data he could have the drones if he wanted, which was fine by him. The drones were testing new algorithms that made them behave in a coordinated fashion, so hidden by smoke they would act like actual live fire teams. Oh then the front gates to the mansion itself also blew open, well it would be more accurate to say that they disintegrated by the copious amounts of C4 that Hades had embedded in them.
****In the bunker*** The thermite burned bright enough to leave afterimages on the retina even if you looked at it through closed eyes. As soon as the glow faded Hades kicked the door down and got out of the way for the red skinned mutant to launch. He did not disappoint. When picking the warhead Hades had debated between the MAC or the HEAT (see here) but decided that he would rather not risk the lack of oxygen and the reaction from a MAC and so hand reluctantly chosen the HEAT. In hindsight it was a good choice as it blew open the checkpoint at the end of the corridor like a cherry bomb. scattering stone and debris everywhere. Then the smoke bomb went off.
The troops manning the checkpoint had taken a beating but Van Krause hired x special forces personnel as his guards. They kept up a steady barrage of suppressing fire, lobbing the occasional grenade, that thankfully never managed to rebound off the wall into the room.
Turning to the Mutant, Hades said "When you can grab a radio, frequency Crane 2, my call-sign is Reaper, pick a call-sign." Holstering his AR, Hades pulled out two Japanese short swords and started walking towards a wall. Without turning he said "Watch your shots, I am going to attack from the other side." Then phased through the wall.
"You do that a lot, you assume it's gonna be okay and that you're in control of the
situation at all times. It's... unnerving."
Hades paused for a moment to cinsider her words. "That would be one way of thinking about
it" Hades said. "In my line of work you face the possibility of death daily, it puts many
things into perspective. And people have different ways of dealing with it. As for me,
until I actually expire I will continue assuming that the world will continue to revolve
and that there is no situation that I cannot overcome regardless of how long it take me to
over come it. I life with hope and plan by being very practical and tactical. Not all
hit-men are twisted and sadistic." Hades replied with a slight smile.
"Sorry about the phone, it is now keyed to your DNA, no one else can unlock it."
Upon hearing that there was more work to be done that night, Hades shoulders slumped a little bit. "Hold on, are there any more people in this cell? Usually for an internal contract like this one they will set around two cells competing with each other, the surviving cell gets acclaim and other benefits." He then sat back, floored as probably the most complete intelligence report was just.... laid at his feet. The completeness of it, the amount of detail.....it stunned him. He just sat there for a full minute, a look of slight shock on his face.
"That....that was the best intel report I have ever had handed to me. Thank you very much. From what you are saying and from what we know, the second cell is probably staking out your house. We are both tired and weary so I suggest that we head to the base of this cell, grab their data and clean house then return here to rest. Tomorrow when we are both rested and refreshed we can plan what to do about the second cell. I don't know about you but I would rather deal with another full Davronski cell on a full stomach having had rest. What say you?"
Inside he was still marveling over the amazing gift that Noel had given hem. For crying out loud she had even found out access passwords, coded handshakes, safe-houses, encryption keys. With this he could crack any Davronski cell wide open and find out who had sold him out. For them to execute an attack like this one they had to have intel, intel that Hades did not casually give out. He was VERY interested to find out who.
Hades speaks in #ec4511 Thanks Ghost for the second Sig
