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<blockquote data-quote="Agamon" data-source="post: 1636444" data-attributes="member: 184">Alita glances back wearily at Miguel as he leaves.&nbsp; &quot;N-no, Miguel, you said you'd st-stay with me.&nbsp; Please...don't leave,&quot; she sobs.Downstairs, Kiro watches as Tyrone races upstairs and Rachel races to the bathroom.&nbsp; Curious, he follows Angela, who came in after Tyrone, but stoped in the living room to turn on the TV, which is still tuned to CNN.&nbsp; Miguel and Tyrone catch this as they come downstairs.An aerial view of downtown Baltimore comes into view, or at least that's what the caption at bottom of the screen says.&nbsp; Roughly 6 or 7 blocks of buidlings are anywhere from half-standing to completely destroyed, fires dotting the area, with upended vehicles and other debris littering the streets.&quot;...members of American Freedom try to once more contain the elite that is the cause of all this damage.&nbsp; Police are evacuating people from the immediate vacinty as quickly as possible.&quot;&nbsp; The camera zooms in to try and focus on a struggle between what looks to be Jersey Devil and a very large, perhaps as tall as 10 to 12 feet, naked man.&nbsp; The man grabs Devil, who is behind him, trying to put some sort of hold on him, and tosses him into the side of a building.&nbsp; As Devil stands back up, the man picks up a nearby overturned car with one hand and tosses it like a wadded up ball of paper at another building across the street.&nbsp; The entire wall of the building collapses and the twisted remains of the vehicle burst into flame.&quot;No one knows the motives of this powerful elite, aside from random wanton destruction.&nbsp; Nor are we yet aware how he's come to free himself after already twice being apparently defeated by AF.&nbsp; We now take you to an eyewitness report.&nbsp; Jim?&quot;&quot;Thanks, Tawnia.&nbsp; With me is Ron Wheeler, proprioter of a local coffee shop.&nbsp; Ron, please describe for us your first encounter with this elite.&quot;&quot;Sure.&nbsp; Was in my shop, serving a customer when this guy in some sorta hospital gown walks in, looking confused.&nbsp; Thought he was on drugs or some escaped psych ward patient, he kept just wandering around, bumping into things.&nbsp; One of my customers got angry when the guy bumped his table and spilled his coffee.&nbsp; That's when it hit the fan.&nbsp; The guy picked up the table and threw it at the wall, smashed it to bits.&nbsp; I called the cops, told 'em I had a crazy elite on my hands, while my customers ran out of the shop, screaming.&nbsp; I had to leave, he just kept punching holes in the walls, tossing around tables, and such, until he punched though the wall into shoe store beside my shop.&quot;The cops got there, but they couldn't stop him.&nbsp; Their bullets slowed him down some, but didn't seem to really hurt 'im.&nbsp; He pretty much had the whole side of the street trashed before American Freedom came in.&nbsp; Boy, they kicked his butt good, didn't even break a sweat.&nbsp; They had him cuffed and sent him away.&nbsp; But before I could even get ahold of my insurance guy, I hear he's busted out of those weird eilte cuffs they got and is totally trashing the neighborhood again.&quot;Jim finshes the tale.&nbsp; &quot;From there, American Freedom managed to defeat the elite again, that time having a little more trouble than the first.&nbsp; It did not stay down long, however, and the elite, having continually grown in size and power, now only seems to be distracted by the presence of the the AF members on site.&quot;Angela shoots Tyrone a worried look.&nbsp; &quot;Barrett called HQ, I think he's here,&quot; she says, glancing around the house.Outside, Barrett finshes his conversation on the phone.&nbsp; &quot;The aerodyne will be here in 10 minutes.&nbsp; And it should only be a 10 minute flight to Baltimore,&quot; he says.&nbsp; &quot;Do whatever you need to to get ready,&quot; he adds, sounding impatient at the thought of waiting.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Agamon, post: 1636444, member: 184"] Alita glances back wearily at Miguel as he leaves. "N-no, Miguel, you said you'd st-stay with me. Please...don't leave," she sobs. Downstairs, Kiro watches as Tyrone races upstairs and Rachel races to the bathroom. Curious, he follows Angela, who came in after Tyrone, but stoped in the living room to turn on the TV, which is still tuned to CNN. Miguel and Tyrone catch this as they come downstairs. An aerial view of downtown Baltimore comes into view, or at least that's what the caption at bottom of the screen says. Roughly 6 or 7 blocks of buidlings are anywhere from half-standing to completely destroyed, fires dotting the area, with upended vehicles and other debris littering the streets. "...members of American Freedom try to once more contain the elite that is the cause of all this damage. Police are evacuating people from the immediate vacinty as quickly as possible." The camera zooms in to try and focus on a struggle between what looks to be Jersey Devil and a very large, perhaps as tall as 10 to 12 feet, naked man. The man grabs Devil, who is behind him, trying to put some sort of hold on him, and tosses him into the side of a building. As Devil stands back up, the man picks up a nearby overturned car with one hand and tosses it like a wadded up ball of paper at another building across the street. The entire wall of the building collapses and the twisted remains of the vehicle burst into flame. "No one knows the motives of this powerful elite, aside from random wanton destruction. Nor are we yet aware how he's come to free himself after already twice being apparently defeated by AF. We now take you to an eyewitness report. Jim?" "Thanks, Tawnia. With me is Ron Wheeler, proprioter of a local coffee shop. Ron, please describe for us your first encounter with this elite." "Sure. Was in my shop, serving a customer when this guy in some sorta hospital gown walks in, looking confused. Thought he was on drugs or some escaped psych ward patient, he kept just wandering around, bumping into things. One of my customers got angry when the guy bumped his table and spilled his coffee. That's when it hit the fan. The guy picked up the table and threw it at the wall, smashed it to bits. I called the cops, told 'em I had a crazy elite on my hands, while my customers ran out of the shop, screaming. I had to leave, he just kept punching holes in the walls, tossing around tables, and such, until he punched though the wall into shoe store beside my shop. "The cops got there, but they couldn't stop him. Their bullets slowed him down some, but didn't seem to really hurt 'im. He pretty much had the whole side of the street trashed before American Freedom came in. Boy, they kicked his butt good, didn't even break a sweat. They had him cuffed and sent him away. But before I could even get ahold of my insurance guy, I hear he's busted out of those weird eilte cuffs they got and is totally trashing the neighborhood again." Jim finshes the tale. "From there, American Freedom managed to defeat the elite again, that time having a little more trouble than the first. It did not stay down long, however, and the elite, having continually grown in size and power, now only seems to be distracted by the presence of the the AF members on site." Angela shoots Tyrone a worried look. "Barrett called HQ, I think he's here," she says, glancing around the house. Outside, Barrett finshes his conversation on the phone. "The aerodyne will be here in 10 minutes. And it should only be a 10 minute flight to Baltimore," he says. "Do whatever you need to to get ready," he adds, sounding impatient at the thought of waiting. [/QUOTE]

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