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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Tortoise" data-source="post: 735877" data-attributes="member: 146">FIRST FULL ROUND:Not wanting to risk a missed shot striking any of the children behind him, Alchemy focused on the semi-automatic pistol before him. Nanotech emitted a high pitched, nearly inaudible buzz as it turned the metal of the gun to water in seconds and the terrorist’s pants grew wet twice as fast.Realizing the desperate need to protect the children, Dr. Prometheus drew on his ties to the Power Cosmic and pulled bands of energy around the seated thug to restrain him. To insure no harm came to the child on the man’s lap, Prometheus reached deep within, redoubling his efforts, completely encasing his target in the binding energy.[ Heroic Surge and two successful snares. ]The crouching terrorist raised the Ak-74 to take aim at the children along the other side of the car … __________________________________________FLASHBACK:7:32 am Friday January 24th Aya giggled slightly at the pentagram smiley-face she had drawn on the steamed mirror of her dorm-room shower. “Not enough caffeine yet to make things less than silly” she thought as she went to her closet to dress for a day of classes. She had chosen a very casual look for the day, layered to keep out the cold and to play down her looks. “No need getting hit on this early in the semester.” “Nine a.m., Hunt Valley Light Rail, Shield, last seat, second car, trouble”. The vision hit her in a flash and was gone like a bolt of lightning. She hated the unreliability, unpredictability, and frequently unexplainable images and flashes of the future she received. She couldn’t always make things turn out for the best, her mother’s death being proof of that.She grabbed her phone book and a handful of change and made her way to the payphone at the end of the dorm hallway. Nobody was around as she dialed the number.It had been another long day of meetings that had dragged on into the early hours. Managing his parent’s financial empire was something he had never really given a thought, but here he was fresh from burying both of his parents and already neck-deep into the dirty business of being Chairman of the Board. He loathed it, but his days of irresponsibility had come to a crashing halt and now he was growing up fast.Looking at his watch, all Peter Evans could think of was a warm shower and a good long day of sleep. He was entitled to it after finalizing the contracts, and besides, Dante could handle anything that didn’t specifically need him this morning. That’s when the cell phone rang. “Worthless, useless, a waste of time” he mumbled, about to toss the phone into the closet and ignore it. Instead, he answered it and found that sleep would have to wait.“You have to be there, I saw it in a vision.” said the excited female voice from the phone.“Slow down, I’ve been awake almost 24 hours and I’m not quite fully aware” he replied. “I have to be where, when, and why?”__________________________________________ROUND 1 CONTINUED:The world moved in slow motion as the alcohol scented trench-coat and hat, Shield had traded his good parka and $50 to a homeless man for, gave way to black body suit with silver stripes. What had previously appeared to be a cowering passive drunk was replaced with a blur of motion. Shield reached over the bench seat and struck downward at the terrorist’s head. The impact of the high speed punch slammed the target’s chin against the rifle stock hard, setting it spinning freely in the air as another zealot crumbled to the floor. Catching the rifle effortlessly he smiled at Themis and glanced at the stunned individual standing next to Prometheus.[ Used a held action. ]The task was obvious and mop-up would be quick. “One to go in car two” she thought. Themis flew up to the remaining target and punched him hard. Still reeling from the opening blast Dr. Prometheus used to stun him, the thug was knocked off his feet and halfway through the wall of the train car, squarely through what had been a poster encouraging people to “STOP VIOLENT CRIME”.Looking at the remaining target, Pagan nearly hesitated at the thought that “this one forced me out of his mind”. Instead she poured on the power. The mental blast hammered his synapses and he, like his partners in crime, was now out of the combat. She breathed a sigh of relief as the train halted and Themis called out “Car 2 clear!”After the hostage takers were securely bound, the team began making last minute checks in preparation for leaving. Shield made a quick sweep for any hidden bombs or weapons, Alchemy went around using his transmutation powers to repair as much of the damage they had done as possible, Dr. Prometheus assured the police the train was secure over the train’s radio, and Themis double-checked the well being of the passengers.Pagan paused and delved into the mind of another unconscious prisoner. What she found was disturbing and informative. These men had experienced what they thought to be a glimpse and a taste of heaven. A voice and a vision, clouded by the heady smoke of hashish and incense, in a room, surrounded by luxury. Soft cushions, bounteous food, and many young, beautiful women awaiting the whim of command to serve. Brainwashed, but not mind controlled, not in the sense Pagan expected. These zealots were heavily conditioned, using their beliefs to goad them into actions of violence and hatred.    With the police, federal agents, and media converging on the scene, the group made a hasty departure, leaving the spotlight for the real heroes … the average person, doing what it takes to survive.Two hours later the group met back at their Pier 5 headquarters to debrief over lunch.</blockquote>

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