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.
Officer Linely trudged carefully through the darkness of the alleyway. Alone. The cold bit at his nose, the vapor visible on his breath. He'd been told to wrap up warm for this one, and it was proving sound advice. His heavy, leather boots , thick trenchcoat and stereotypical detectives hat all kept the bite off the cold. A thickly gloved hand carried a briefcase. Midnight was approaching. The new moon was rising, and the light of the streetlamps was far away from any part of this place. The smell of rotting vegetation filled the air, combined with distinct cigarette-smoke. Not a nice place to be.
Yet his quarry was now active with the lunar cycle, and needed to be caught. It'd already caused the hospitalisation of three young mutant women, and was likely working on the fourth. Multiple lacerations, never delivering the killer blow, but each one worse than the first. Each one called 911 in a state of great distress, screaming to the contact about a home invader. Always no signs of a break-in aside from the victim's attack, always a mutant victim, and always in match with the new moon. No leads other than some terrified women. Mutant Perpertrator expected.
So Linely was looking for information at the only place he knew where to start. The "Gentlemutant" working mutant's club. The approach down the alleyway was one of its little gimmicks. The people here didn't like to be seen entering or exiting, naturally a place the MRC and particularly Linely liked to keep an eye on. As he approached the centre of the alleyway, a dull red lantern presented itself to him. It illuminated a rather ornate door, not that the club had much in the way of money, but they had...ways so to speak.
He turned the handle of the door with his free, and let the squeak of the handle announce the entrance of a new individual coming in. The lighting motif was the same as outside, a dull red glow, difficult to see , but by no means impossible. The sound of soft jazz played in the background, and the cigarette smell only got stronger. The proprietors didn't much care for that part of the law, not that Linely was about to enforce it.
The room was small, with enough tables for a pub-like atmosphere, and enough space not to be overheard if you weren't too loud. A frog-like mutant served at the bar, and was currently in the process of serving pint from a dirty glass to an equally ugly boar-faced man. Linely knew better than to drink here.
He sat down quietly at a corner, waiting for his contact to arrive. "Ratty" had recommended this place, as people here didn't ask too many questions. Needless to say, if he was recognised even vaguely here as a police officer, he would have to leave. Fast. Anyone looking to do some shady business was welcome here, particularly given "Ratty"'s propensity for double-booking. He just hoped the MRC's little "gift" for him would be enough to make him talk.
"It's my fault you know" David Redfield said between sobs, "I shouldn't have moved here in the first place." Sometimes plans didn't go the way they wanted to, Linely could see that. The general dinginess of the home was hardly a great way to bring up a child. More than a few bottles, with trace amounts of liquid littered the floor. "Things went downhill when she left" , the tearful man pointed to a picture of a happier time in the family, as he decanted and downed another glass of whiskey. The glass was yellow, happy and friendly, much like the company that used to make it.
"You may want to ease off on that sir, it'll do no good in helping us find your daughter". Albeit understandable, Linely knew it was a race against time, and having a half-slurred speech from the father would only slow them down. "She's all I've got left Detective"-this statement was quieter, scared. Whatever the outcome, Linely could tell things weren't going to be the same. Sometimes even getting the child back intact but alive was enough to traumatise the parents. The moment where your baby was in danger or worse, particularly after a fight was the last conversation you had, was never an easy one. He'd seen enough of these cases to know that for sure.
"So, you were saying about Happy Friendly Glass Co?" That particular company had a couple of warehouses in the area, they'd started with so much hope. So many good workers flocked to the area, it was not only a job, it was a manufacturing job. Good honest pay, hiring even people who had...shadier pasts. "Everyone deserves a second chance" was the motto.
Too bad the debtors hadn't seen it that way. Taking out bad loans that they couldn't pay back was always a weakness of many small businesses, which the workers found out to their chagrin. Most of the warehouses were sold and workers laid off to pay the debt they'd accrued. This place had two small ones that had survived the collapse. Mostly because they were too far gone to be worth selling.
Redfield had been a line manager here, but then the news broke. Everyone pulled out as quickly as they could, so they didn't get sued, leaving people like him up the figural creek without a paddle. Olivia didn't take the divorce well, though things seemed to be improving when Greg came along. He seemed like a nice young mutant fellow (same age as Olivia), from a good family background. Better than some of the older guys she'd been showing interest in. "Never good to have a boyfriend too much older" as her father put it. Him staying the night in Olivia's room was a step to far though...and then the rest Linely knew.
"Thank you for your time Mr Redfield, I will do everything I can to find her" Linely said solemnly. Hopefully she wouldn't be driven mad by the experience. Hopefully she would be OK. Hope was in short supply around here though.
*buzz buzz* The text came through. It was Jorge, sending a photograph to him. It was awfully good of him to come along to the investigation. It was nice that some cops had a sense of duty, there were far to many willing to look the other way these days. Particularly in relation to evil mutants. "Look Familiar?" It was that same glass that had been photographed before. Shards of yellow glass, present at all three investigations... they were close now. Linely could tell. All they needed to figure out was who made it. Yellow glass was very distinctive, not many companies made it, and most of them were out of business except for the ones that were under the thumb of drinks companies. Linely texted back as promptly as he could.
"Possibly Happy/Friendly Glass co. Glass. Difficult to tell. Two warehouses in the area." They only really had time to search through one during the day, and there was no guarantee the rag-man would be there. He was in this vicinity that was for sure. His first mistake. It was now the middle of the day, coming towards midday, the sun burning down upon the city. Two more nights. That's all they needed...
Linely cursed under his breath at Jorge's response to his question about the only sane witness, it seemed that that lead was gone as well. Not good. There was going to be another kidnapping, all they could hope for was that this one would give more leads than the first two had. Particularly as they knew what they were looking for this time. He watched as Jorge pulled up a chair and began searching through the file.
There had to be something that they had missed...something unimportant, something that they wouldn't have noticed or bothered to follow up in forensics given what they knew about the Ragman. He looked at the file over Jorge's shoulder, the streets the 2nd victim had been walked down had nothing particularly unusual about them. "I think we're barking up the wrong tree if I'm honest, it was worth a shot though". The write up was really thorough. The pictures in the report just had the usual detritus, waste paper, bottles, tin cans, broken glass...
"Broken glass" Linely murmured under his breath...how could they have missed that one? The block was relatively well kept as a building, and yet there appeared to be tiny shards of window glass on the streets? That wasn't right at all. Glass could be traced back to the original makers, then they could get him. Still, there were still a good number of glass makers around that area, it would take a sample from a kidnapping scene to narrow it down fully.
"I think we have it...are there any glassmakers that could be used as a potential candidate for some mutant to hide away in?" Hopefully a simple google search would lead to results. At least...it needed to.
****
"I'm done!" Declared 15 year old Olivia Redfield as she slammed the door in the face of her dad. She didn't need to hear another speech about how she really shouldn't have been letting Greg stay the night again. She loved him. Couldn't Dad see that? It was clear that he didn't understand, parents never did. The last time they'd been in love was like a million years ago. So what if he was a mutant? So what if they were too young? She wasn't too young. She was an adult and deserved to be treated like one.
*Buzz buzz* Text from Greg. "You know where we are meeting right?". "Yeah, usual place..." "You Ok" "Yeah fine just dad giving me hassle again" "K, see you then" Her eyes were so focussed on the phone that she nearly trod on the broken pieces of glass. She rolled her eyes, her long, brown hair getting caught up in the wind. Not again. She swore as she adjusted it. She didn't understand why Dad had seen fit to move next to that stupid glass company. Lost his job. Some breadwinner he was. They should have stayed in Sunnyside, at least she had friends there. This place was a dump.
She didn't notice that walking pile of rags that was just beside her in the darkness of the allweyway. Had she looked left instead of down, she might have been able to run away. Her scream might not have been cut off by the sound of a rag covering her mouth. Greg wouldn't have hammered on her home door after half an hour of waiting.
Her dad may have been spared the tears as Officer Linely took notes in interviewing him the next morning.
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Linely saw the accusation in Noel's face. He could only feel more guilty now. Alpha was perfectly capable of turning his brain to mush if he opposed his taking of Noel in any way. Besides, she wasn't a law-abiding citizen, and Linely was sure that the CIA...
Except he wasn't sure, Guantanamo and other things that they got up to was proof enough that they weren't. These guys would probably take what they could get from Noel and then quietly recruit her back into their machine. What's more she wouldn't remember the first thing about it. All they needed to do was wipe her memory and start over again.
Now she explained to them both what her reasoning was. "Trying to do the right thing". What was the right thing here? Was it really moral to hand over such a dangerous person to the CIA? Better them than terrorists he supposed, particularly as her need to do good no matter what the consequences was an excuse so often used by evil.
"Sometimes it's hard to know what the right thing to do is" he spoke more to himself than to the blindfolded woman, as she was lead out of the chamber. Then came the last comment:
>>"Be careful of whoever holds your leash"
Was he being manipulated? Possibly, Alpha was after all a very powerful telepath. Had he done the right thing? That was a question he would continue to ponder as Noel and Alpha were led out of the police station by an armed escort of burly looking, visibly mutant, men in suits. Was the law holding him back from doing the right thing?
**** Linely was making himself some tea and toast for breakfast as the doorbell rang. It was a package for him. He hadn't been expecting one. This was unusual, but given the events of the previous day, he was prepared for such things. The box was clearly not ticking, so he placed it on his breakfast table while he finished up with serving himself the food and drink.He took a sip of tea, and opened the box. He nearly spat the tea out in reaction to what it was.
A lovely, silken purple tie lay in the box in front of him, with a one sided card placed face up on top of it. The note read: "With warm regards: Alpha".
"That's just called being sensible with money" Linely quipped in response to Jorge's gag about apps. Plus they would only be supporting a faceless unaccountable profit driven leviathan anyway. Linely wasn't brilliant with tech either, but he'd had to learn how to use basic stuff, given the nature of his job. Social media was particularly useful for catching over enthusiastic mutant teens who thought they could commit crime and get away with it. He had an account on all of the major ones, and made sure to use them when given the opportunity for such purposes. It was always highly amusing to watch the teens squirm in the dock as they had their accounts presented as evidence.
Google maps was less reliable, what with their limited van coverage of the backalleys. However, google maps was probably the only option under the circumstances. He sighed and fired it up....
Nothing. There were a few alleys that this guy could not have used, given the paths the women were supposedly taking, but there were too many more that he could have used to get through in one night. They needed a third data point, and that meant another night for both victims inside the hell-hole. Linely swore under his breath. Hopefully Jorge would have more luck with his conversations with Miss Grey.
"I'm afraid that while we can rule out a few streets, we're not going to be able to search properly until we can rule out more. Please tell me that Miss Grey has something to offer us" Linely strained his eyes again at the screen, surely there was some way of getting a few more streets ruled out... He knew there wasn't, if he did that, there was a chance they'd never find the two women...
It was now approaching late afternoon, 3 O'clock. Soon it would be night-time, time for the Ragman to strike again. Time for another ardous interview with the scared parents, and a search of the immediate area. Time for another individual stuck in the clutches of a mad man. Linely could only hope that the women could hold out for a bit longer... even though he knew that was wishful thinking.
Linely knew that was more of a wishful hope outloud than something that would actually happen. There was going to be a third. There was always a third when this kind of thing happened. He didn't know who it would be, likely someone else unfortunate enough to be travelling alone at night. Someone that wouldn't notice the terror upon them until it was too late. Someone that would be lucky to escape with their mind intact...
Linely watched as Jorge went off to grab a map of the city, they still had a few of those lurking around, mainly because Linely insisted on it. He didn't like tech at the best of times, less so now there were known techno-manipulating mutants causing trouble. As Jorge got back, Linely smiled. "I'm glad to see you're old school with mapping." He watched as Jorge took red and blue pins and placed them in the map.
He couldn't help letting out a sigh of disappointment as he noticed the pattern, or rather lack of it. The perfect blue circle of the previous kidnappings, the two red markers were in reasonable distance of each other, but seemingly with no pattern. Looked like they would have to use tech. Google maps. If it found the women , then it would be worth it.
"That's a good idea Jorge, google isn't the best with finding unsignposted alleyways, but I'm sure it's a good start. The only real way we'll be able to look is going round during the day time, but then he could wander off if he knows we're on to him." Now Jorge wanted to talk about witnesses. Rebecca Grey. Would she be able to give them anything they didn't already know?
"I mean, that's a lead. I'll take what I can get at the moment." If she was willing to talk, the other victims had been driven mad with trauma. He could only imagine what it must have been like. "I'll get on to google maps and see what I can find there."
Chief didn't really want to be there. That was very clear, poor lady. Some people just didn't like Church, and particularly in the mutant community, there were those that had done wrong. The Church of Humanity had done untold damage with their nonsense about nephalim and the corrupt spirits in Genesis having a resurgence. It took a few brave mutant theologians to properly refute their (poorly argued) theology. Though there was always the possibility that it was a different, deeper reason for anyone.
Linely watched as Ruth practically bounced around the hall,after the prayer, ushering the students inside the kitchen and various representatives of the Church onto various tables. She did a good job, which wasn't particularly easy either, Linely thought it wouldn't be hard to say thank you once in a while.
Linely smiled at Chief's willingness to help, even though she was clearly a shrimp out of water so to speak. "Well, I'm on ladle duty, and the flasks" he pointed to the very large cylindrical objects that were currently being filled with hot soup "are pretty heavy, so having someone go back and forth when the students need help will be useful."
He couldn't help being slightly amused at Chief's next question, "I've gone here for pretty much my entire time in NYC, even before I was a cop. But we haven't always been in this building. They've helped me through some tough times, particularly Mark." He paused slightly. It brought back bad memories to think of those times, even in more distracting situations. He came back to the moment as quickly as it came "We're a Bible Believing, Christ Centered, Church Family. That's the motto."
They had reached the table, one of the large flasks had been successfully moved to the serving table, if haphazardly done. There were still two more to lift and bring to the place, and the group of young men that Ruth had put to the task were looking tired. "Think it's your time to shine Chief...." Linely said, encouragingly. She was going to get to do some heavy lifting after all.
Linely nodded at Sam's remark about him needing more of a drink. Though they probably didn't want to see him totally non sober, that would be bad. With that in mind, he could sense that he had perhaps lost his temper one too many times. It would be time to leave, much like the woman from Utopia, whatever her name was.
Juliette was clearly not pleased with him either, so it was probably best that he followed Devon's advice and extracted himself from the situation. "Yeah, I think so, certainly wouldn't hurt to get a bit of fresh air." He stumbled slightly as he stood up to go. "I hope I haven't been too much of a bother."
He quietly walked away towards the hall, a bit of food wouldn't hurt him either, it would certainly help with the drink going to his head. Utopia would fail, that was for sure, all of those kinds of Garveyesque movements did. They were never motivated by anything other than division or lack of willingness to solve any problems.
Linely wasn't exactly sure how the Rag Man had gotten out, he'd heard a report of "several dangerous mutants" escaping simultaneously at the behest of some mutant extremist activist. Most had been caught one in particular, a serial killing rat shifter, he'd personally had tracked into the sewers with Officer Caleb Swartz. The problem was dealt with permanently. Gunshots did that. There were a couple still on the loose now, and because of the Rag Man's MO, the police knew that he would take a while to resurface again.
Linely sat down as Cervantes went through the file, clearly watching some old memories coming back to haunt the guy. Linely could sense the old officer had been through the wars physically, there were many injuries on him, some pretty severe. Police service could do that, particularly in the MRC. Now really wasn't the time to discuss how he felt about coming back straight to this specific case, but Linely could imagine that it wasn't easy.
He took a sip of tea as he listened to Cervantes' expertise on the area, he needed to keep in gear with what was going on. That was one thing that Brits did very well. Tea. Water in first. While Coffee was alright, it could never beat a good mug of tea.
So this mutant liked to have a hunting ground? Linely was relieved. One thing about serial killers was that they were somewhat predictable in their actions."That's the first bit of good news I've had all day. Mapping it out will be possible to a certain degree already, given we have the route that Elizabeth Rye would have taken from her house to the relative. According to her friends she would always take the same route. There are lots of alleyways in that area though, so we need to bear in mind that they could be wrong about her."
At Jorges remark about the Rag Man taking three more, Linely sighed. "We've got less time to catch him than I thought we would then, but while we can do some mapping out, I'm guessing we'll need a 3rd data point." Linely didn't want to do that, if they could catch him earlier they would. Particularly the consequences of "living" in the Rag Man's pocket dimension he could imagine were pretty grim. Time was indeed of the essence.
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"Alpha" was suddenly fawning over Noel, and unsurprisingly she didn't look very happy, she clearly didn't remember him even in the slightest, even as he behaved like an elderly relative that hadn't seen a teenage child since they were a baby. Linely could only look apologetically at her whilst this guy continued with his adoration.
A few words caught his ears "Unicorn?" what on earth had this woman been doing before she started working for the crazies? Was she a government agent all this time? That wouldn't explain the nasty threats, but there were slightly unsavory elements to the CIA at times, hence the use of brutal telepathic interrogation was allowed.
Suddenly Alpha turned to him and asked him to get a blindfold and give him the keys to her restraints. Again this was in an awfully jovial manner that was now getting rather unsettling, even for Linely. "As quickly as you can if you please", the agent held out his hand in an outstretched palm.
Linely was under orders. He took another look at Noel. Another apologetic glance. She didn't want to go with this guy and that was clear. However, much like Noel had said before, he needed to make sure everyone here got back to their families in one piece. "Yes sir." He took the necessary key out of his pocket and placed it into Alpha's hand.
A blindfold would be more difficult to come by, but Alpha's sudden suggestion of a necktie made Linely remember. He was wearing his plain clothes. "I'll get a new one in the post right?" He joked as he gave the thick, blue, tie over.
The agent chuckled. "Put it this way, the CIA has sent far more expensive things in the post than neckties." Linely thought he saw a gleam of joyful malevolence come into his eye, which was gone in a second. The implications here were rather obvious. Still Linely laughed along with the agent's macabre joke.
"Now Noel. It's time to take you home." Alpha turned to her with another smile as he moved to detach the restraints from the desk. There was still one question that Linely needed answering.
"Why do you need a blindfold anyway?" It wasn't as if the agent was some Christian Grey type character....or maybe he was... The agent turned round with a chuckle, this time almost a scoff at the obvious ignorance of the officer.
"Her powers don't work unless she can make eye contact. Didn't you know. Why, I'm amazed she didn't erase your memory of her the moment you tried to arrest her." So...why hadn't she done that?
"I'm sure there's a reason why-" Linely said carefully, looking positively quizzical at that point. She could have just avoided the situation completely, not got arrested, not being taken to wherever Alpha was taking her...bet she was regretting that decision now. "Well...why didn't you?" Linely asked, hoping that there was an innocuous explanation.
Linely made himself a hot cup of tea in the Police "tea and coffee preparation room" (otherwise known as a Kitchen) as he pondered the case put before him. Two missing women, both disappeared within a few days of each other, kidnapper had the same MO both times. They'd simply disappeared off the face of the earth.
At first the police had thought it was just a simple case of a run away. 16 year old Keli Thomas, vanilla human, a young lady who had done this many times before, had disappeared first. Amber alert went out. Returned last known whereabouts, friends said she was looking to run away from the care home again judging by the conversation. They expected to find her somewhere in a few days. Child protection department brought in, MRC not involved, all wrapped up nicely.
Except it wasn't. Next person, 20 Year Old Elizabeth Rye, vanilla human law student at NYU. Well liked, lots of friends, was walking back from a relatives Birthday party , when she was caught. Totally out of character. Last known whereabouts very similar. That made the police investigate the first case more thoroughly as well. A genetic sweep and the discovery of an all too familiar trope to one veteran officer from the Missing Persons department, and the MRC were called in.
The Rag Man was back. Linely hadn't been in the force at the time of that case, but knew of its reputation among the other officers. Victims traumatized, powerful mutant the MRC hadn't even seen before, it was a miracle they didn't permanently lose anyone physically, though mentally was a different story. The whole force was shocked by what it could do. "It" was a better term for what Officer Cervantes described in his report.
At first Linely had little to go on. After all, he knew the memorial off by heart. Jorge Cervantes 2012 was there , 4th from the second row right. In gold letters. His desk had been left empty, almost as another memorial. No-one else knew the case better than he did, and he was, by all accounts, dead. He had been a powerful water manipulating mutant, and a really good cop. This time however, the MRC had got lucky.
The whole force had been shocked when Jorge suddenly appeared in a hospital, albeit a shadow of his former self. Though it was probably a while (Linely assumed) before he would rejoin the force, if at all, he had agreed to help a fellow police officer out. They'd agreed to meet in the morning shift, and as the clock struck 10, Linely headed back to his desk to find a grizzled looking, Hispanic man that Linely guessed was in his late forties. This was most likely Jorge.
"Jorge Cervantes I presume? Detective Joseph Linely, a pleasure to meet you face to face. Thanks for agreeing to help." He held out his hand to Mr Cervantes. Linely placed the tea on his well-organised desk. He picked up the Ragman case file with his other hand. It was pretty hefty, and had all the details Cervantes would need. "Here are the details of the case" He said handing him the file. "I've got to tell you it is already making grim reading. Two missing, one basically a child..."
This was likely going to get worse before it got better if Jorge's reports were anything to go by. They needed to find the bastard that did this before it was too late for those women. "Where do we look first?" Linely said getting straight to the point. Missing persons cases of this type were always a race against time. Every second counted.
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It was a simple tape, not connected to the internet. Linely was smart enough to know better than that by now. Technopaths presumably existed somewhere, and it wouldn't be pretty if some of the information got leaked. Most officers thought he was crazy, but he liked the old school stuff better, it was reliable like that.
So she wasn't scared of Alpha. "You must be telling the truth or really dumb." Something told Linely it was the former. "But tell me, why bother letting yourself get arrested? Who are these people that threaten us? We have adapted officers, which means that mutants aren't an issue for the most part, but I'm guessing we're talking city-destroying type damage?"
That was going to be bad, but Linely couldn't do anything, release her now, he'd get arrested, don't release her, then all hell could break loose. "You've murdered people, I'm afraid justice has to come to all...even people used as weapons. That said you've placed me in a bit of a dilemma". Justice for this woman, or the master perhaps? Flush whoever it was out by keeping her imprisoned? His answers were soon to be found in what happened next.
There was a knock at the door. "Well, that will be Alpha. I have to let him in." He walked up to the door and opened it. A relatively cheery faced looking man, mid 50s ish, greying hair, but with an air of odd serenity about him answered the door. Dressed in a black business suit, he came in. This was Alpha? It was certainly a surprise.
He didn't acknowledge the police officer, instead going past him, staying dead silent. All Linely could hear were his footsteps and the tape recorder for a few seconds. *tap* *whirr" *tap* *tap* *whirr*
"Alpha" stopped when he got a good look at his supposed interrogatoree "Noel? Do you remember me?" The man said, almost... kindly , definitely in a friendly way. "I mean given your power set, I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't." They were supposed to know each other it seemed then. Linely had had plenty of surprises that day, but even that raised his eyebrows slightly.
As the woman quit with the childish act she'd put on, Linely couldn't help but breath a sigh of relief as he marched her into the police station, out of the rain, which was only getting worse. While he dried himself off, he let the officers process him, while he stayed with the man at the computer.
Steven, the guy at the computer was normally pretty calm when it came to the search, and his remark "Oh hey, we've got a few hits" immediately made Linely think that the woman was perhaps some kind of drug-runner, that would explain the lack of identity, the issues with the law and the arsenal. "So, I'm guessing we're going to have to contact the Mexican authorities-"
Steve had gone pale. "Well,p-p-probably and the FBI , CIA, Interpol..." he began to stutter forth the list of organisations. That couldn't be right could it, she was just a bit of a whackjob mutant carrying weapons, that was all... Linely began to laugh at the typical Steve style humor.
"Good one Steve..." Linely laughed...Steve gave him a look. He wasn't kidding. Linely rushed to his end of the computer so he could see the charges. Murder. Theft. Abuse of powers, more precisely memory erasure. Advice was never to make eye contact if you saw her. "Linely...you got lucky that you weren't killed" Steve mumbled to him. The humor had drained out of the situation with a click.
This was too easy. She had been taken down by just a random cop who had a bad day? This woman had an agenda. "Right then, you are hereby arrested on suspicion of 1st and 2nd Degree homocide, theft, vandalism, destruction of property, use of psychic powers on city officials, gross abuse of mutation, illegal gun possession, breaking and entering, and jaywalking."
They wasted no time in placing her in the mutant cuffs. Ankles and hands, placing an adapted human nearby her cell to annul any attempts at escape. They weren't letting her get away with all she had done. Linely would gain some reputation for this one he knew, but somehow it felt...Pyrrhic.
Doubtless they were going to send their big guns in, the resident psychics that would be able to interrogate without forgetting. The word was that "Psychic Alpha" of the CIA was being sent in. That person was known only by reputation alone, and it was a good one. Linely almost felt sorry for the woman. From what he gathered, interviews with this guy were long, painful for the...victim, and effective.
"Can you at least let me talk to her before sending the nuke in so to speak?" Linely had said to the Chief. Hopefully the woman would see sense and not be stupid enough to withhold information from him. Otherwise, "Alpha" would be sent in, and it wouldn't be pretty.
Linely came to the door where "Noel" was held, and entered. It was a blank room, with a false observational wall. Where the adapted mutant had been placed. A single, dark oak table seperated the two of them. Only a single tape recorder was placed on the desk, combined with a letter of confession. He said nothing when coming to face where she sat, before he turned on the tape recorder, said the basic protocol stuff. He then fully faced her suddenly, staring into her eyes and placing both his hands on the table.
"They're planning on sending in the CIA's "resident psychic" , I don't know what that means, but I can tell you that you won't like it one bit. My advice is to tell me everything you know, and sign the confession to everything you did, before we send in that guy." He said earnestly. "I know I'm the one responsible for putting you in this mess in a certain sense, but you're better off pleading guilty and not suffering that fate". There was genuine worry in his voice and expression. Hopefully this fellow mutant would do the right thing.
"Please don't behave Childishly miss, it doesn't suit you very well." Linely exited the car promptly , and was greeted by the further down burst of rain. Well, it happened that way sometimes. It was going to be dry inside. "You do realise if you don't properly comply, I'm more than happy to use you as an umbrella? I can do a fireman's lift."
The weather was in short awful, Linely didn't want to spend too much time in it, but he needed to do what he needed to do. The thought of the people that had forced him to do this task having to handle her was amusing though, considering what she'd been like with him. The fact that she didn't have any painful memories was an issue though, she was probably a telepath of some sort? Or was she just resistant to physical pain, either way, she wasn't a vanilla human. The MRC would figure it out.
He opened the door to the back seat, and noticed that she crossed her legs. He rolled his eyes at this. "Am I really going to have to treat you like a 5 year old? Because I will if I have to" he spoke again. She wasn't going to get out of the car easily he could guess, so Linely began to drag her out.
"This isn't going to be very dignified" he sounded more British than usual with that remark, well, it seemed the woman didn't really have a sense of humor to speak of anyway. Criminals rarely did.
Linely got into the front of the car, now soaking wet from the rain. Too bad she couldn't be charged for the cleaning of his uniform. The rain made a pitter-patter noise on the windshield. This woman was a mutant of some kind as well, so potentially quite a threat, I mean if the arsenal of weapons present wasn't enough to show that already.
The noise of traffic broke through the rainfall as Linely began to set off, his sopping wet hands operating the car like clockwork. "You're most likely going to prison for a long time." He said to the woman, again realising this was probably not the thing she wanted to hear. "Your phone is probably ruined by now as well, what with the weather" he said in a matter of fact way. Indeed, as the car sped through a puddle, spraying water onto the pavement.
They came to the police station.The rain still pouring down. "I'll need you to get out" he said to the woman. He himself wasn't looking forward to going back into the rain, but it was better to be in that nice, dry police station he was sure.
