Gaming w/Jemal: Mutant Apocalypse

*What follows is a brief timeline of the events leading up to the current state of affairs*
Up to Jan 2010: Increasing unexplained phenomenon and the rising awareness of the possibility of human mutations. Several 'incindents' involving meta-humans are captured on film, most claimed to be hoaxes.

Feb 2010: During a Terrorist attack on a school, there were numerous reports and even a few news videos of a group of 'super-powered individuals' saving the day. The videos were quickly confiscated and many of the reporters charged with perpetrating a hoax. The videos resurfaced on the internet over the next month, garnering a massive public following.

March 2010: Realizing it is now impossible to keep a lid on the existance of the Meta-human community, a Presidential press conference was convened wherein the president himself was set to validate or deny the events. Before he could, however, a second terrorist attack took place.
In the middle of the Presidents speech, a Truck managed to make its way past the police blockades. As it barrelled towards the President, people dashed to get out of the way. Except for one man, since identified as Alex Drake, who dashed In Front of the truck and, in front of thousands of witnesses including the US President, and dozens of nationally broadcasting cameras, grabbed and lifted the truck, stopping it in its tracks and dumping the terrorist on the ground. Alex then proceeded to take an uzi clip to the chest before subduing the terrorist with a punch that sent him flying over a hundred feet.

April 2010: Alex Drake becomes the founder of the Alex Drake Centre for Meta-human Rights, and their spokesman.

May 2010: US Senator William Lyons starts the "Lyons Foundation for Preserving Humanity", a group arguing(Loudly) that Meta-humans are too dangerous to be allowed to roam free.

August 2010: Terry Quinlan, known by the hacker Alias 'The Grid' Accesses the Gryphon Corporations private servers and finds himself transported through his latent mutation into their secured facilities.

Sept 2010: A news reporter named James Corin is caught in the crossfire of a sloppy assassination while interviewing a prominent member of congress working for the cause of Meta kind. Corin survived due soley to his before-unrealized mutation, the ability to transform into a large metalic man.
The title for next days papers read "Congressman Slain!, Meta Reporter May be to Blame!" James has been pursued by authorities since.

Oct 2010: A branch of the CIA is 'formed' (More appropriately their existance is revealed, as they have existed in secret since the Reagan administration) to deal with Meta-human incidents. They are named The "Meta-Human Research and Protection Agency".

Nov 2010: After extensive questioning and validation, Terry Quinlan is released from isolation after agreeing to work with the Gryphon Corporation.

Jan 2011: Cassandra Allen, one of the still-unidentified Metas from the Metro-School terrorist attack, begins working with the Gryphon Corporation


March 2011:
Yesterday.
Gryphon Corporation Headquarters, Metro City

Several people sit around an oak table in a large, luxurious conference room. All attention is on a rotund yet distinguished gentleman and the two young people he adresses.

"Terry Quinlan, AKA 'Grid', and Cassandra Allen, AKA 'Fulcrum'." The speaker is Robert Gryphon, current CEO and Grandson of founder William Gryphon "It is the decision of the oversight committee that you are both fit for active field duty. At the request of Ms Allen, and after numerous unsuccessful attempts to contact him ourselves, we have decided to send you as partners to track down and speak to an associate of hers from her old reporting job, a Mr James Corin. Several months ago he was implicated in an assassination on a New York congressman. We believe him to be inocent, but possibly dangerous. We're sending you two, as fellow mutants, to see if you can... convince him to come in. I'm sure we can help him with his problems. Our last intel puts him in a particularily bad area of LA.."


Los Angeles, Today
After a few weeks of 'investigative journalism'(Or so he liked to call it, he wasn't really a reporter anymore, after al..), James Corin had finally found something big. He'd been on the trail of a particularily nasty meth dealer who had a tendency of hooking teens and forcing them into working for him to pay for their habits. Drugs, Prostitution, Murder... This guy was guilty of it all, but for some reason the police couldn't - or wouldn't - go after him.
Not being particularily fond of being near the police himself (being a wanted fugitive and all), James had decided to take matters into his own hands.
He had managed to track down some of the dealers organizations and locate a factory which was reputed to be a major supplier. Maybe if he took it out he could send a message...

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Allrighty, will write more PC's into the story as the situation becomes available.

Shayuri/Jkason - As you guys are technically a day 'behind', I'd like to catch you up to the present and your flight to LA ASAP, but I figured I should give you a chance to ask any questions you may have (In character that is, if you have any out of character, please refer them to the OOC thread).

Rathan - I figured this would be the kind of trouble Tinman would find. I'm sure a large, metalic man could do some serious damage to a meth lab.. how would you like to progress?
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Cassandra nodded and glanced over at Terry quickly before addressing her questions at the 'distinguished gentleman' at the head of the table. Her head was a crazy vortex of pride at having been cleared and trepidation for what they were about to do, all overlaid across a childish manic glee that there really WAS a secret world out there, and that now she had a pipeline to it. She had to play ball for now, but the day would come when the time was right to reveal it all.

"How are we going to get him back here?" she asked. "We're flying out, but we obviously can't bring him back on a plane. He'd never get through security."

Terry Quinlan aka The Grid

Terry sighed heavily at the mention of driving. "The glamorous life of secret agents," he says with no attempt to hide his sarcasm. He holds up his hands to concede his 'attitude' slip before he can be chastised.

"Anything to get out of the hole for awhile," he says with a smile. "I promise I won't even crash any bank servers. Probably."

James stood across and down the street a bit from the old 'abandoned warehouse he'd been gathering intelligence on. His eyes looked back and forth to the passers by and waiting patiently for later in the afternoon knowing there would not be as many innocent bystanders about and around. Slowly he made his move for the building.

"Nothing fancy this time James.. lets get this done and get out..." James said to himself as he could feel his heart pounding in his chest.

This would be the first real chance he'd get to make something right from all this wrong. Meth was a powerful drug worthy of what rage and vengeance was about to come, however the drugs were just the tip of the ice burg for this foul excuse for a human being, and James was ready to show him how things in this city needed to go from here-on in.

James heard the first shout.... then another as he headed for the side loading bay door. His heart nearly skipped a beat as he felt his skin instantly harden, the coldness about his form now as he and the depressions under his feet at the weight he now carried, as he felt the metallic guise crawl over his face and body... this was a feeling he would never be tired of... the power of it was incredible!

*POP POP POP!!... then TINK TINK TINK*

James grinned as he felt the small calibur lead projectiles bounce off his hardened carapace and watched as the looks washed over the faces of the astounded gang bangers, or so they looked anyways. James hunkered low on the pavement and felt the asphalt rip and tear away behind him as leaped nearly 200 feet with what looked like no effort at all. Landing just before the thugs with handguns the tar and earth below him caved and finally broke away as shards of asphalt spray over the men before him. James took one look as the closest one of them and smiled.

"My suggestion is you put down the guns before I do something more than jump" James barked as his voice seemed so much deeper in this form.

The two nearly wet themselves as he spoke and dropped the firearms in an attempt to turn and flee, however James, and having to do so daintily as not to crush their skulls, grabbed both by the head and knocked them together letting them slip to the ground unconscious. Turning to the window up a mere ten feet above him he chuckled lightly to himself as he was having only a slight bit of fun. James leaped once more this time into the warehouse itself hoping to catch the ring leader unawares.

Washington DC
-Jacob Calvins-
Jacob had been hiding and staying on the move for a year now, and this time he'd found himself in the Capitol itself - Not exactly the first place someone might choose to hide from the government, but maybe that would throw them off. Plus, this was where the drake center was, and they'd managed to pass him messages - via his mother - offering sanctuary.

He'd been in town for a couple days, trying to decide whether/when to accept their offer and approach them while he went about his day.

Washington DC, Drake Centre
-Jackson Munroe-
"Mister Munroe, glad you could join me." A tall red-skinned woman adressed Jax. Angela Fury was the centre's 'Security chief', though as Jax had discovered, their purview extended a bit futher than security. The Drake security force frequently sent officers out to deal with meta-human situations before the Agency could, preventing metas from falling into their hands. This was apparently one such mission.
She slid a dossier over to him, and as he flipped through it, she spoke
"We have recently managed to convince a somewhat high-profile individual to come in for sanctuary, a Jacob Calvins, AKA Frost - he was at that school, you may recall. We're attempting to bring him in and help clear his name of any terrorist affiliations people may be assigning to him due to his involvement at the school. Unfortunately, we just got word that he's also been spotted by the Agency, and they're sending a team to collect him. Taking into account his abilities and presumed unwillingness to co-operate with government forces, this would be a bad thing. We don't need any more meta-related deaths, especially not against Agents, nor do we want them apprehending him. I want you to go and defuse the situation, either bring him here or at least get him away from the agents. We're not going to tie your hands at all, if you need to fight them, do so.. beat-up agents will be a lot easier to play down than frozen ones."

She motioned for him to turn to the next page "The good news is he's allready in DC, we don't know where he's holed up, but we know where he's been spotted..."

Los Angeles
-Terry Quinlan, Cassandra Allen-
Terry and Cassandra landed in the early afternoon, and spent a few hours following his picture through the warehouse district. After nearly an hour of searching around the area trying to find someone who may know where he is, they hear gunfire from a blook or two away.

LA Warehouse District
-James Corin-
"Whatchoo some kinda freak? You think you supa-man or somethin, tin-head?" One of the men mouthed off at him from 10 feet away, levelling a shotgun. Before the gangster could fire though, James had nonchalantly flung one of the unconscious thugs at him, taking him down before leaping upwards.

Breaking through the window, James landed to find that the gunfire outside had alerted those inside.

"Who the hell.." A large round man in a suit was about 40' away, surrounded by thugs with large rifles. Beside him was a dangerous-looking asian woman with a briefcase. At Jame's arrival, she glared from him to the big man, and began berating the boss angrily in some asian language. "Shoot Him!" The big man shouts as he and the woman take off through a door. The four guards open fire on James with their high-powered weapons, but unlike the pistols outside, these bullets leave marks on his toughened skin.

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James needs two Toughness saves DC 21.
The guards are 40' away, the door the big man and asian woman ran through is 20' behind them, leading to the main factory floor.
WalkingDad, could you post up what a typical day would be like for Frost?
H4H - You have two options ATM, you can question/roleplay Fury/time-killing while looking for Frost, or simply wait on WD's posts about where he is/what he's doing before heading after him (Assume that the information in the Dossier is fairly accurate)
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Jemal said:

Washington DC
Washington DC, Drake Centre
-Jackson Munroe-
"Mister Munroe, glad you could join me." A tall red-skinned woman adressed Jax. Angela Fury was the centre's 'Security chief', though as Jax had discovered, their purview extended a bit futher than security. The Drake security force frequently sent officers out to deal with meta-human situations before the Agency could, preventing metas from falling into their hands. This was apparently one such mission.
She slid a dossier over to him, and as he flipped through it, she spoke
"We have recently managed to convince a somewhat high-profile individual to come in for sanctuary, a Jacob Calvins, AKA Frost - he was at that school, you may recall. We're attempting to bring him in and help clear his name of any terrorist affiliations people may be assigning to him due to his involvement at the school. Unfortunately, we just got word that he's also been spotted by the Agency, and they're sending a team to collect him. Taking into account his abilities and presumed unwillingness to co-operate with government forces, this would be a bad thing. We don't need any more meta-related deaths, especially not against Agents, nor do we want them apprehending him. I want you to go and defuse the situation, either bring him here or at least get him away from the agents. We're not going to tie your hands at all, if you need to fight them, do so.. beat-up agents will be a lot easier to play down than frozen ones."

She motioned for him to turn to the next page "The good news is he's allready in DC, we don't know where he's holed up, but we know where he's been spotted..."

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Jax looked over the dossier. He vaguely remembered the kid, though he barely had a chance to get to know anyone before the school had been attacked.
"I'll check the low-rent hotels and squatter houses nearby. See if anything shakes loose. He's gotta be staying somewhere and I am sure it aint the Ritz-Carlton." Though I am going to have to leave my katana and bring something a bit less lethal. Dead agents means bad press. Jax finished mentally. He waited to see if Fury had anything else to tell him before he hit the streets.

[sblock=ooc]If he can Jax will bring some escrima sticks instead of his sword as the mission calls for a little less blood-letting.[/sblock]

Frost

Jacob, Jac for his friends, drifted though the big city. He had never been in a place this large. His funds, thanks to his mother, were just high enough to get a low-rent room in a seedy hotel. Good thing neither the broken radiator bothers him much nor he had been sick since ... the change.
He usually wears thick clothes to keep his cold radiating to much to the people around him. First he tried to hide in the sewers. He quickly learned that he can hold his breath like forever (or even forever? He hadn't tried yet) but the stink makes him easy to notice and he still needs to come out to eat, at least. Normally, he would just walk through the town, looking for low-paid jobs that require no papers and searching the trash cans near fast food restaurants for food.

But this day, he will take a careful look at the Drake Centre... later.

James quickly places two massive looking hands before his face in order to block the muzzle flashes going off before his eyes. The problem with taking gunshots at near point blank range and surviving... the flash is quiet blinding in a dark environment.

James could feel the bullets scraping along the hardness of the bronze colored metallic skin and hoped they weren't using some sort of armor piercing rounds...

Slowly James inched forward a midst the barrage of gunfire. Once within twenty feet of the first thug his arms stretched and reach out to grapple the man and his weapon making it useless.

Cassandra perks up and looks around at the sound of gunfire. A day of foot-dragging ground pounding had left her a little hungry for something, anything, to happen. She knew that 90% of investigative work was just this; talking to people, asking questions...but it still got tiresome after a few hours.

She gave Terry a hopeful look.

"Lets check it out. It might not be James, but..."

God, she hoped it wasn't James. What was he doing poking around this area all alone?

(OOC - Does Cass know James is a mutant? Also, assuming Terry's up for it, Cassandra will 'costume up' and get something to fly on. Old shipping palette, perhaps.)