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Twister[sblock]The handle is silver metal, fairly new. It’s easy to separate what was here before, and what has been replaced – anything old is covered in a fine layer of grey dust. You see no visible security system.[/sblock]
Fracture[sblock]Callisto returns the hug, giving almost as good as she’s getting. “Be good, Deck. Remember that before anything else, you’re a mutant. You’ll always be different than them.” She breaks the hug and begins walking away. You watch her disappear around the bend, and never once does she look back. You glance up at the manhole. Just above is Clarington Way, one block from your meeting spot. Time to go to work.
You easily push aside the cover, and see that you’re on a darkened and almost abandoned looking street. No one is around to see you. Sure is an interesting spot to meet.[/sblock]
Entering the warehouse, you see that the front lobby has had some work done as well. A desk with a PC sits here, the screen black and looking as if it has never used. The air is thick with the smell of paint and cleaning fluid. A single door that leads deeper into the warehouse is slightly ajar. You can hear echoing voices, slightly muffled.
Opening the door you can see it is pretty much what it appears to be – a large warehouse. It is essentially one huge room, with small windows set near the ceiling. Here and there are piles of what appear to be new equipment, sitting under plastic tarps. Also on the floor are a variety of cables, most of them snaking from the center of the room, where most of the light is coming from. There you see what at first you take to be a huge hdtv screen. But just below that you see it is in fact connected to a small bank of computers. Lights flash on what you take to be some type of control console, and it’s enough to thrill any techno-geek. Next to the large central screen are other smaller screens, all extraordinarily thin. They are connected (and you assume supported) to the larger screen by some type of thin metal. It almost makes the setup look like a giant web of monitors. Most of the monitors are tuned into various news sources, however you can see some appear to be feeds from live cameras.
Just below the monitors is a smiling man sitting in a leather chair. He is young; perhaps in his mid thirties. As he stands, you can see he moves with grace and appears to be in excellent shape. He would be considered by many to be handsome – and there is something about his face that hints at nobility, and perhaps a bit of pride. His blonde hair is cut almost military short. He is wearing a white sweater and slacks – no costume in sight.
“Welcome.” He extends his hand. His grip, not surprisingly, is strong. “I’d like to wait for the others to arrive, then we’ll get started. I would offer you refreshments, but this isn’t that type of get together.” A smile flickers across his face. His accent is very German, but you suspect he has worked very hard to shed it. He sits back down and turns to the monitors. They begin cycling through various CCTV cameras sources. You see closed banks, schools, malls…
Shortly thereafter the rest of the group arrives one by one. Mr. Clark stands and greets each of you.
“I would like us to get to know each other. If things go as they should, we should be working very close together, yes? Please, let us make introductions as is proper. Then we shall discuss my offer in more… detail.” He motions to the person closest to him to begin.
OOC: Please make your introductions, and if your description differs from above. Also, if you mention your former criminal identity, state what others would have heard of you (crimes you've committed, etc).
