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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Tortoise" data-source="post: 737979" data-attributes="member: 146">Pagan looked out the west terrace windows at the National Aquarium situated on the next two piers. She thought about the school children whose world took a dark turn 3 hours earlier who instead should have been enjoying the wonders of the aquarium, not dealing with fears of armed hate-mongers. The murmur of conversation behind her was interrupted by the ringing of the phone.  She heard snippets of the exchange between Dr. Prometheus and someone she guessed was from the local police department. Obviously it was about the earlier incident.“Captain Crowley of the Charm City Police Department sends his thanks for our assistance. He said that the investigation and the prisoners are now in the hands of Federal agents.” Prometheus hung up the phone and returned to the table.  “The good captain has no questions for us presently, but the Federal investigators might be contacting us later. And of course the media are waiting outside this building hoping to speak to us. I prefer we limit such contact whenever possible.”“No argument from me.” Alchemy’s years of hiding to avoid notice by the Vigilare organization had made him cautious, paranoid at times. Vigilare were the people responsible for the death of his wife and perhaps even his children. It was during his escape from their labs that he gained his ability to transmute. The injection of nano-tech as a last-ditch effort to protect him and the other escaping scientists had been miraculous for him and some of the others, but even that didn’t save his wife from being gunned down in cold blood. He wanted to know what happened to his children, but his fear held him back. Perhaps building a relationship with these other metahumans would give him the resources and confidence to try to find his children. Meanwhile he preferred to remain as low profile as the situation would allow.Themis and Shield nodded agreement from across the table as the phone rang again.Doctor Prometheus answered the call in his usual calm manner using only his name. “Prometheus.” “We need a team name.” The others at the table turned to face the terrace window where the youngest of them stood outlined by a hazy nimbus of sunlight and dust motes. Pagan could see their facial expressions, their smiles and subtle grins of agreement. “Let’s think on it and see what we can come up with.”“Anything’s better than having everyone think we’re his lackeys.” Themis thought to herself as she stood up. Excusing herself she remarked “Half a day of work lost with the excuse of not feeling well. That excuse won’t hold up long so I need to get back.”“One moment please everyone. It seems we’re needed again.” Prometheus put down the phone and looked at the assembled heroes. “The military has lost control of one of their toys and are afraid it might be headed for civilization. They’re afraid of using explosives to stop it and want us to help minimize collateral damage. They’ve dispatched a helicopter from a base in the western part of the state to pick up those of us unable to travel quickly. It should be here in minutes.” It wasn’t difficult to figure out that even the fastest military chopper would require some time to cover the couple hundred miles of distance from the western reaches of the state to downtown Charm City. Shield looked up from his coffee. “Nice of them to ask.” His sarcasm wasn’t missed by anyone.</blockquote>

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