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 No.650

>Date: March 20th, 2017
>Location: Sanctuary City - Industrial Sector
>Time: 11:30 PM

>A group of Brigadiers quickly rush down a narrow alleyway in the city. A loud, piecing noise rushes throughout the nearby streets as they continue barreling down the alley. While they do so, a set of MRD hovercraft move nearby - barely missing them.

"Hurry the fuck up! We're lagging behind!"

>The hooded Brigadier, looking behind the group, then replies:

"Shut up! Keep quiet or they're gonna find us!"

>The Brigadiers continue moving, their boots upending the puddles of water underneath their feet.

>After a few minutes, they round a nearby passageway - ending up at a large, abandoned warehouse. Sighing, the 5 Brigadiers all look at each other as they enter through a broken gate on the side of the warehouse.

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>Inside of the abandoned warehouse, one if the Brigadiers tosses down a backpack, with a pile of cash quickly sliding out of it. Scowling, another Brigadier points at them.

"Dumbass! If you lose the cash, the boss is gonna rip you a new one!"

"Fuck off. I'm the one who got the damn money! Besides, he ain't here."

>The hooded Brigadier then picks up a wad of cash and flicks it across the palm of his opposing hand.

"And as long as he's locked up? We're the ones running this joint. Not him."

"I'll tell him you said that."

>More scowling as the rest of the Brigadiers settle in for the night.

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>Time: 12:00 AM

>A loud [thud] noise wakes up the Brigadiers immediately - the sound of metallic plates crashing against the ground.

"Wha…"

"The fuck…."

"Who's there?!"

>The Brigadiers all wake up, still drowsy as they rub their eyelids and noses.

"Johnny if you broke the gate again I swear-"

>There's a loud noise as a muzzle flare lights up the darkness - and then a Brigadier falls down to the ground - a wound directly in their chest.

 No.651

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>>650
>Silence grips the room for a brief moment, before the Brigadiers turn around and begin shouting. Rushing into the void of darkness before then - more muzzle lights flash wildly.

"GYAH!"

"Shit! Jackie's down! Cover! You fucking idiots! Cover!"

>One of the Brigadiers then instinctively jumps away for cover - rolling behind a nearby metallic table in the open warehouse. As the Brigadier looks around through the edges of their hood - they can briefly make out a figure in the muzzle flare of the darkness.

"…Oh fuck. It's the God damned Breaker dude…."

>As the Brigadier correctly surmises, the figure in the darkness is Fracture - leader of the Breakers mercenary group. Clad in a black and white outfit and mask obscuring his facial features - Fracture continues firing rounds at the Brigadiers; some of them reacting quickly enough to generate hardened armor plating - others not so lucky.

>As roughly half of the Brigadiers are taken down - the remaining Brigadiers begin their counterattack.

"Hold it. Your friends are still alive. Buffoons."

>Fracture points a finger at the figures of the downed Brigadiers - noting as they begin groaning in pain - but are still alive.

"Wha-"

"Well shit."

>Recognizing the truth of the mercenary's statement, the head Brigadier eases up slightly - his arms still reinforced with rock armor as protective plating.

"So what the fuck do you want? You've got balls showing up on our turf with a fuckin' airsoft gun."

>Some of the Brigadiers begin snickering in amusement, until the lead Brigadier turns around to glare at them. As they fall silent, the Brigadier leader turns his attention back to Fracture.

"I ain't gonna ask you again dipshit. Why'd you show up?"

>Fracture takes out a newspaper clipping from his coat and folds it with his five fingers into an origami star. In a moment he immediately flicks the paper at the Brigadier - who catches it with one hand, thanks to his own enhanced reflexes and dexterity.

"The fuck is this….."

>Carelessly pulling it open, the Brigadier sees a news article from the Sanctuary City Gazette - the city's premier news publication.

"….Oh this dude. Ain't he one of your own? The fuck's got to do with us?"

>The newspaper clipping has a picture of a man in a black outfit and glowing blue fire protruding from his neck. Oneiros, the head strategist of the Breakers.

"Oneiros went rogue. Took our latest score and made a dash for the exists. Given the city we're in though, it's obvious he's still here somewhere."

 No.652

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>>651
>Blinking, the leader Brigadier shakes his head - saying:

"Yeah, still don't care. Give us a reason to keep you six feet above ground, right now."

>Fracture then removes another handgun from his coat - this one far more complex in structure.

"Armor-piercing. Pressurized and shatter-point built. Breaks rock apart and everything else around it. In case you needed further context."

>Silent, the Brigadier looks at his subordinates behind him for a moment - who all tense up instinctively. Then he slowly turns his attention back towards the mercenary and says:

"Fine, whatever. So where do we come in with your backstabber?"

>Fracture gestures with the rubber bullet handgun to the newspaper.

"Keep reading."

>The Brigadier chief does so, his eyes widening behind his hood as he then whistles.

"Oh hooooo. Damn. He's really goin' for it? Just got here today though."

>The mercenary then lowers his handguns, but doesn't holster them, stating:

"He wants the Dream Gem before it's shipped off next week. The maniac thinks the myths are true - and I know enough to know that if they're even slightly correct - then that makes him dangerous if he can get his hands on it."

>Pointing at the lead Brigadier - he then says:

"We stop him, then we sell it - and you and your boys get half of the cut. Five hundred million."

>The Brigadiers have their mouths agape in shock, stammering and muttering.

"We get half of that?"

"Hoooly shiiiiiit."

"Dude we gotta do this."

"The fuck man, let's go!"

>The Brigadiers behind the lead Brigadier begin cheering in excitement, as the lead Brigadier then says:

"Alright then. We'll help. But if this goes south? We're taking the whole thing for ourselves."

>Fracture scoffs behind his mask, stating:

"We'll see then, won't we now?"

 No.653

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>>652
>Date: March 21st, 2017
>Location: Sanctuary City - Residential Area - Khyber Household
>Time: 10:00 AM

>The Khyber Manor is a large structure situated at the edge of a wealthy gated community in Sanctuary City. Under the constant supervision of a separate contingent of MRD patrol officers - this high end community houses all of Sanctuary City's wealthy establishment elites.

>Inside of the Khyber Manor, a man with snow white hair lays asleep inside of his large king sized bed. As the bed is conspicuously absent on its right half - the man continues sleeping in.

"Master Jason?"

>Groaning, the man slowly wakes up after hearing the voice through the nightstand speaker. Rising to his feet, he rubs his eyelids as he then says:

"Yes, Jeremiah?"

>The man, Jeremiah, speaks through the system once more.

"Your ten o'clock meeting with Mister Sanguine is on the schedule, no? The good reporter has arrived at the front door. Should I welcome him in, Master Jason?"

>Sighing, Jason ruffles his snow white hair, as his eyes finally open. Catching in the sunlight, he looks around for a moment before standing up.

"Give me ten minutes, Jeremiah. I'll be down there as soon as I can."

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>>653
>Down in the main lobby of the manor, a young man with brunette hair and reading glasses slowly walks into the larger living room.

"Wow. Remarkable architectural work here….."

>Taken back by the sheer size of the area, he then looks to the side - as a large, older man appears from a nearby door.

"Ahh, Mister Sanguine. Arrived precisely on time. As expected of a renowned journalist."

>The man sheepishly laughs and lightly scratches his chin in embarrassment.

"Please, you can call me Quintus, or Quinn. This is an informal interview with Mister Khyber."

>Nodding with an amused look on his face, Jeremiah then says:

"Of course. I wouldn't presume to know the inner workings of the Gazette's finest reporter."

>Recognizing that he's being deliberately flattered, Quintus then says:

"I really do appreciate the hospitality Mister Fray. I'm guessing Mister Khyber's busy at the moment? Something came up?"

>Nodding, Jeremiah walks down the hall, stating:

"Give him a few minutes. He'll be down shortly to see you, Quintus."

>Jeremiah then disappears down the hallway, rounding the corner.

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>>654
>Time: 10:10 AM

>After 10 minutes of waiting, Quintus looks up from the notebook tips he has written on the page - towards the sound of footsteps getting louder. Facing in the direction of the footsteps, he then waits - as he sees a figure in a suit and coat, along with neatly combed white hair moving down the steps.

>Looking towards Quintus sitting in the living room, Jason gives a somewhat surprised look, but nods at the man.

"Mister Sanguine of the Sanctuary City Gazette I presume?"

>Quintus nods as he waves at Jason, stating:

"That's me, yes. Thank you so much for agreeing to this interview. I know you're a very busy man, with all the circumstances now cropping up within the past few months…."

>As Jason takes a seat at the couch across from Quintus, he eyes the young man closely, noticing his features, demeanor and even his dress sense.

{"Around 20ish or so, like me. Interesting. Never figured the Gazette would've hired someone so young. Might have to read up on his work."}

>Opening the interview, Quintus first asks:

"As you know, Mister Khyber, there are rumors surrounding your marriage to Hannah Khyber."

>Jason sighs internally as he recognizes the windup pitch being lobbed his way.

"Naturally people are curious as to why you, a known bachelor, would now decide to engage with a woman rarely seen in the public eye."

>Still annoyed, Jason tries not to betray any semblance of rigidity, maintaining full control of his neutral facial expression.

"Furthermore, there are questions surrounding the nature of your marriage. Is there anything you'd like to say on the record regarding these statements?"

>Jason then looks at Quintus, thinking for a moment, before responding:

"My relationship with my wife is subject to private affairs, and I would rather respect our right to privacy than speak senselessly for the purposes of satisfying the aggrandizing desires of speculators."

>Jason makes a gesture with his hand, noting the lack of recording equipment in the interview.

"I have nothing but care for Hannah, and we decided to reveal our engagement when we both felt the time was right."

>Now silent, Jason waits for Quintus's response.

 No.656

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>>655
>Thinking for a moment, Quintus then nods and moves on to the next question.

"Thank you, Mister Khyber. Moving on to questions about Fantasian Enterprises. There are reports that your staff have been inflicted with a series of physiological conditions roughly equivalent to exhaustion, or to speak in colloquial terms - burnout. Some activists are claiming that you're breaking labor laws and working your employees 'to the bone' for lack of a better expression."

>Quickly pointing his pen at Jason after flipping it between two of his fingers, Quintus concludes by stating:

"Do you stand by those allegations?"

>Jason immediately retorts, a sense of clear irritation in his voice.

"I would imagine that said activists are cognizant of the fact that Fantasian Enterprises is unionized, and all workers are allowed a flexible weekly schedule - provided that their key objectives are met for the week. Our work policies champion transparency above all else - and we've worked with labor organizations, as well as local and state municipalities to ensure regulatory standards are met."

>Crossing one leg over the other, Jason then narrows his eyes at Quintus - unsure of the reporter's true intentions.

"I would be remiss to not mention that the Gazette has a history of openly showing preference to certain organizations, regarding funding initiatives for expansionary chains of operation, does it not?"

>Now narrowing his own eyes reflexively, Quintus then quickly relaxes his expression, nodding solemnly as he does so.

"…..Unfortunately, yes. There is a history of….less than ideal operational standards employed by the Gazette - however I should stress that said operations were handled by the previous stakeholders of the company."

>Nodding, Jason then relaxes himself - recognizing the reporter's good natured temperament.

"Well then, I suppose you'll have more questions for me?"

>Surprised, Quintus then smiles and nods slowly.

"Of course, Mister Khyber. Now for the real questions I have for you now….."

>Jason and Quintus then continue their interview for the next 30 minutes…..

 No.657

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>>656
>After 30 minutes of general interview questions and statements, Quintus finally stops the interview and then speaks to Jason more casually.

"Thank you for the interview Jason. I'm sorry for the standard pitcher questions I had to ask, but they were for establishing credibility."

>Jason nods as he leans back in his seat.

"No, I understand. Hard hitting journalism can't be seen as biased or partial to the interviewee's side."

>Nodding slowly, Quintus then replies.

"Exactly. So again, sorry about that. However I did want to ask you."

>Tapping at a set of notes written on his notepad, he then says:

"I know that your workers are more than cared for. But they've been experiencing sudden bouts of fatigue and exhaustion. Given what I've already investigated, I know you're telling the truth - so do you have any idea what could be causing this?"

>Blinking, Jason then says:

"You're not posturing. You really do care about them."

>Quintus nods intently.

"Yes. Everyone deserves the dignity of a healthy work and life balance. After interviewing you, I know you feel the same way."

>Sighing, Jason then says:

"….I'm not sure what it is. As it started a few days ago. It's only affecting people at my company, Fantasian, from what I can understand. It's also mostly affecting higher level managers and project coordinators - which is odd, considering that they're hired by their fellow staff for the position."

>Nodding, Quintus writes more notes in his notebook, stating:

"Any major events or gatherings that the managers may have been to prior? They could've caught something. Possibly a virus?"

>Blinking for a moment, Jason then says:

"…Actually, yes. The managers were at a talent recruitment drive at Sanctuary City University a few weeks ago. Primarily to scope out potential animation, screenwriting and artistry talent for the company. It's a bit strange, but it's possible that they could've caught something from the university - a virus that was making the rounds there."

>Tapping his pen against the notebook, Quintus finishes his final written notes and says:

"Alright then. Thank you Mister Khyber. I'll be going now."

>As he rises to his feet, Jason looks at him for a moment, then says:

"You're going to the university to investigate, aren't you?"

>Silent for a minute, Quintus sighs as he says:

"….If I were to affirm that statement, would you have a clarification to add?"

>Jason looks up at the top of his vision for a moment, in thought. He then looks back at Quintus and says:

"Then I'm going with you. We're using my car to be inconspicuous."

>Stammering, Quintus states:

"H-Hey hold on a minute! You don't need to bother yourself with-"

"They're my employees. I know what it's like to not have a stable roof over my head. I worked my ass off to make sure that I wouldn't put people in the same position - artists like me."

>Putting on his jacket, Jason then snaps his fingers - calling for Jeremiah to appear.

"Jeremiah! I'm going out for a bit with Quintus here. Hold down the fort for a bit alright?"

>The voice of Jeremiah then speaks from the distance.

"Of course, Master Jason. See to it that you return safely though. If you are not back within two hours, I will seek you out for your safety."

>Jason sighs and mutters to himself:

"Not a teenager anymore J. I'm fine."

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>>657
>Time: 11:30 AM
>Location: Sanctuary City - Downtown

>During the car ride, Jason looks over the rearview mirror for a moment, checking his bearings. Looking back at the front of his view, he then says to Quintus:

"So you have any idea what may have happened to my employees? I mean, reasonably speaking."

>Quintus taps a pen against the side of his stuffed notebook. Various papers are shuffled inside of a makeshift binder in the notebook, as Quintus makes a set of diagrams and marks while thinking to himself. After a moment, he speaks:

"It's likely not a disease. I spoke to marketing officials who went to the recruitment fair. All from various companies. They all said the same more or less."

>Putting the pencil in his notebook, Quintus responds:

"Nothing on their end. They didn't have any reports of sickness from their employees. It's all just yours."

>Furrowing his brow, Jason then sighs in annoyance as he rounds the turn, taking the exit from the mini-interstate network in the city. As he takes the exit onto the University's street, he says:

"Well, then we're back at square one. If it's not a disease they caught, then it can't be anything natural."

>Thinking again, Quintus then says:

"….What if it's a Meta-Human?"

>Jason almost stops the car by reflex - quickly getting his bearings and beginning to drive the car properly again.

"Of course! That'd explain why they kept saying they had recurring nightmares all of a sudden!"

>Quintus's eyes widen as he quickly begins writing in his notebook once more.

"Similar patterns and descriptions from most of your employees as well. Mentions of a man with a flaming head…. Black jacket too…"

>Almost instinctively, both of them turn their heads and speak, as the car is about to park in front of Sanctuary City University:

"…Oneiros?"

 No.659

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>>658
>Now parked in front of Sanctuary City University, both of the men look at each other, still dumbfounded.

"Wait a minute. So if I'm reading this correctly, then my employees are getting mentally bombarded by Oneiros - and he's possibly a college student?"

>Quintus gives a slight sheepish shrug for a moment. He then says:

"Well, it's possible. That would explain why your employees were only affected after they did this university recruitment drive. It'd also explain why literally nobody else was. Also…."

>Quintus takes out a piece of paper from his notebook and hands it to Jason - a newspaper clipping of Oneiros.

>Narrowing his eyes at the newspaper clipping, Jason begins to read it out loud:

"….Sources say that Oneiros is preparing for a potential heist at the Sanctuary City Museum. The newly imported Mesopotamian artifact, colloquially known as the Dream Gem, is his likely target. Given the Meta-Human criminal's past history of esoteric artifact thefts, the Dream Gem seems to be the most likely future target."

>Looking up at Quintus, Jason watches as he shrugs again slightly.

"I have my sources, as I said in that article."

>Reading more from the article, Jason states:

"Certain questions still linger regarding Oneiros's connection to the Breakers mercenary group. His actions, according to the MRD, appear to be erratic and not coordinated with his supposed allied group. Whether Oneiros has begun a complex maneuver in concert with his colleagues, or has become a rogue agent, has yet to be determined."

>Finishing the article, Jason hands the paper back to Quintus, stating:

"Well, now we at least know what he's after. You should report this to the MRD."

>Quintus raises an eyebrow:

"With what proof? We may have reasoned it through, but we're going to need evidence that Oneiros is a college student, and may need to figure out his identity."

>Jason blinks for a moment, then puts his hand to the side of his head, thinking.

"…..I think I might have something in mind then….."

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>>659
>Time: 7:00 PM
>Location: Sanctuary City - University Campus

>As the Sun fully sets and leaves the skies of Sanctuary City, a young man with messy black hair slowly weaves in and out of the campus crowds. A large outdoors festival is occurring at the university's campus grounds tonight. As the man continues walking, backpack in tow, he's suddenly tapped on the back by another college student.

"Hey Darius! What are you doing, man?! The party's that way!!"

>Sighing, Darius mutters under his breath before turning his attention to the man walking beside him. The man has brunette hair, somewhat slicked back, in contrast to Darius's wavy black hair. Looking at him, he then says:

"Jamie, I'm fine. Besides, I'm kind of tired after doing physics assistant grading."

>Jamie scoffs and starts laughing, stating:

"Yeah, yeah whatever man. You got yourself in that situation by volunteering! Who even does that? It's like you wanna fall asleep during party hours!"

>Narrowing his eyebrows, Darius then looks at his friend, and says:

"Maybe I do. There's nothing meaningful here anyways. Just more braindead shit. Getting hammered for five hours doesn't do anything to help me become a better artist."

>Darius then walks off, as Jamie stands there, dumbfounded.

"….I mean…..alright man?"

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>Location: Sanctuary City - Dorms
>Time: 7:30 PM

>Inside of his dorm, Darius has already put his backpack aside. Looking around, he sees the set of watercolor paintings sitting around the room. A set of papers with commission rates and receipts sit on his desk as he moves to sit down.

"….Three hundred. That's good enough for the week."

>Looking down at his desk to see the specific painting he's working on, he then thinks to himself.

{"…..Ugh. Why did I go after the Fantasian employees? Should've went through everyone else's minds too. Now I know I brought attention to this. Fuck!"}

>Darius briefly slams his hand on the table, sighing to himself again. After a few moments, he then takes out a paintbrush from the cup on his desk and says:

"…..Might as well start….."

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>>660
>Location: Sanctuary City - University Entrance
>Time: 8:00 PM

>Hovering on top of a futuristic looking board, the masked figure of Demiurge kneels down on one knee and looks at the university campus below. Tapping his hands together he then moves them apart slowly, and generates a supernatural reflecting glass - which seemingly operates like a powerful telescopic lens. As the lens hovers in mid-air, Demiurge continues scanning the environment, thinking to himself:

{"Oneiros usually makes his heists at night. If he's a college student, that would explain the time table. Pretty sure most Meta-Humans don't care about timing, so if he's here? That would confirm the suspicions."}

>After a few minutes of watching, Demiurge is about to relent in annoyance - until.

"Wait a minute. What the-"

>A bright blue and green light blasts out of a window in the campus's residential buildings. Keeping a mental note of the direction and specific area of the place - he then notices the figure quickly flying out of the air.

{"There he is. Oneiros. Looks like Quintus was right after all."}

>Quickly moving to trail the Meta-Human from behind, Demiurge continues thinking to himself:

{"Well, this just made my day easier. Now to trail him to the Museum, catch him, and stop him."}

>As Demiurge begins flying his futuristic board towards Oneiros, he doesn't catch another figure leaving the campus around the same time. A figure spinning a set of thin lines across a set of buildings…..

 No.662

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>>661
>Location: Sanctuary City Museum
>Time: 8:30 PM

>The entirety of the Sanctuary City Museum's security detail is out in full force - prepared for the potential theft of the Dream Gem. Hundreds of MRD personnel are monitoring the facility, inside and outside of the building. Dampener machines have been brought in to further secure the initial set of installed dampeners around the museum.

>A MRD platoon leader looks at his datapad, taking note of the position and routines of the established defensive guard.

>Another MRD agent walks up to them, standing in place and saluting.

"Sir! We've performed another sweep of the facility for any potential bugs and leftover items. Nothing."

>Nodding, the platoon leader puts his datapad down and says:

"Intel was expecting a potential attack from Oneiros today. So the lack of anything so far is….."

>Suddenly, a report begins appearing throughout the entirety of the MRD's local networks. Confused, the MRD platoon leader then says:

"Water surge? From where-"

>In that moment, the ground begins rumbling as a massive surge of high pressure water seemingly appears out of nowhere - crashing into the defensive perimeter of the museum. Even reinforced steel is quickly ripped apart by the sheer force of the high pressure water - blasting even further into the walls of the building and shaking them at their foundations.

"Shit! Emergency evac!"

"The dampeners!"

"Nononono! Fuck! It's Aquarius!"

>As the MRD agents begin to react, they move for cover - either going for higher ground, or moving to their vehicles, in the hopes of avoiding the force of the high pressure water.

"Shit shit shit! The dampeners are getting destroyed!"

"What about the backups-"

"Not connected to the exterior! They're only for inside of the building!"

>More MRD vehicles are immediately picked up by the hurricane level force of the waters - flipping them up into the air before they crash back down.

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>>662
>In the middle of the water storm rapidly surging around the museum, Aquarius steps through the now destroyed doors of the building's entrance. Fully clad in his standard armor, he's surrounded by a group of Brigadiers, each wielding a weapon and prepared to engage with the MRD agents.

"So where is he?"

>A voice says, standing beside Aquarius and the Brigadiers.

"Not sure. This was your idea, wasn't it? If he ain't here, we trash the place and get the gem ourselves."

>Fracture rolls his eyes behind his mask as he pulls a handgun from his coat. Immediately aiming at the MRD agents nearby with precision fire, he knocks them to the ground - knocking them unconscious with the force of his armored rounds.

"Their armor's still pretty damned good. They'll live."

>Aquarius then nods and holds his hand out, creating a spinning vortex of water and force that blasts into the opening doors of the museum. At the same time, the Brigadiers begin engaging with the MRD agents, fighting them hand to hand, and also trading fire from their weapons.

>One of the Brigadiers stays with Aquarius and Fracture - the leader of the Brigadiers.

"…Remember the deal. We get the gem, and we split it."

>Nodding, Fracture then gestures towards the inside of the museum.

"Let's go."

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>>663
>As the Brigadiers continue attacking the MRD agents, a series of large, industrial wires begin suddenly sprouting out from the ground - wrapping themselves around the Brigadiers and ensnaring them rapidly.

"Ack!"

"What the fuck?!?!"

>As the industrial wires begin tightening themselves around the Brigadiers - they start shocking them as well, causing them to scream in pain before getting knocked out.

>Confused, the MRD agents begin looking around, dumbfounded. The hurricane force waters have begun to subside in Aquarius's general absence, as the MRD begin to look for answers regarding the wires.

"….Just came out of nowhere. I mean, not that I'm complaining but…."

>As the MRD platoon leader kneels down and examines one of the wires, he notices the bright glowing colorful lines on it. Confused, he then says:

"What-"

>Suddenly, Demiurge lowers himself to the ground. As he steps off of his futuristic board, which then disappears into nothingness, he then says:

"Where's Oneiros?"

>Blinking, the MRD platoon leader says:

"What….Oneiros isn't here. That's who we were preparing for!"

>Thinking quickly, Demiurge then says:

"…..Water…..Shit. Did the Breakers arrive instead?!"

>Confused, the MRD platoon leader responds:

"Yeah. How did you-"

>Not even paying the MRD platoon leader any more attention, Demiurge then quickly rushes into the museum, rapidly barreling towards the inner areas of the building.

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>>664
>Deep inside of the museum, various generators are destroyed by a combination of high impact rounds and munitions. Various MRD agents are knocked out on the ground, spread out for meters across the hallways.

"….There it is. Behind those doors."

>Fracture points at a series of large doorways, reinforced with steel.

"So there's the score? Let's go get it then."

>Fracture holds up a hand, stating.

"There's likely automatic systems in place. We seem to have gotten here ahead of Oneiros, so we need to move."

>Fracture then moves forward, to the nearby terminal and takes out a device. The small, rectangular device is a makeshift EMP, cobbled together from junk parts in Sanctuary City's junkyards.

"Ready."

>Aquarius nods, as the Brigadier leader steps backward, watching the two Breakers engage in their work.

"Give me a second here now…."

>After about a minute, Fracture has prepared the EMP device, and is about to activate it.

"This should work."

>Pressing a button on the side of the makeshift device, Fracture activates the device - blasting an electric field that short circuits the electronic systems. The door's locks then disengage, right as a voice begins speaking from behind.

"Hey! Hold it!"

 No.666

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>>665
>All of the three figures turn around, just as Demiurge appears in the large hallway.

"Demiurge? What are you doing here?!"

"Here for the Dream Gem too I see. Never would've figured a vigilante to also be a jewelry thief-"

>Demiurge waves his hand in annoyance, stating:

"Enough of this. Show yourself! I can see past your mirage!"

>Staring directly at the Brigadier leader, Demiurge points at him, with energy building around his body.

"What? You thought you were the only one with that kind of power?"

>Confused, Fracture turns his head towards the Brigadier leader.

"…What is he…"

>Aquarius does as well, coming to the realization quicker.

"….Shit! Fracture! We've been duped-"

>The Brigadier leader then snaps his fingers, causing a wave of blue and green energy to surge around him - transforming him into a man with a black jacket, jeans and boots; complete with a perpetual surge of blue flame from where his head should be. A visible expression of a face being projected from the fire appears, looking somewhat annoyed.

"Oneiros! You piece of-"

>Fracture takes out his handgun and immediately begins firing, as Oneiros moves at high speeds - rushing into the room and grabbing a small blue gem.

"You idiots finally gave me what I was looking for, only took working with you for months. But now….."

>Holding the Dream Gem in his hands, he then says:

"Now I've got just what I need to fix this world….."

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>>666
>Fracture spins around, quickly firing another round at Oneiros.

"Nice try."

>Holding out a hand, Oneiros transmutes the bullets into ravens, which begin flying away into the sky.

"What the-"

>Bewildered, Fracture then takes out his remaining handgun, aiming at Oneiros…..

"Sorry. Not bothered by you anymore."

>Snapping his fingers, Oneiros then generates a large energy sphere - that surges from his immediate vicinity and homes in on Fracture.

"Shit…"

>As he's hit by the projectile, Fracture is knocked backward into the wall - falling unconscious by the force of the action.

>Irate, Aquarius then rushes forward, aiming to blast Oneiros with a surge of water and force.

"You too, waterspout."

>As the water reaches Oneiros, it begins rapidly transmuting into fire and steam. Walking forward, Oneiros then punches Aquarius - knocking him out and sending him flying as well.

"Idiots. Can't believe I bothered working with a bunch of goons for this long, just to get this….."

>Looking at the blue stone in his hand, he begins slowly absorbing more and more of its power - as the flame around his body glows a more saturated shade of sapphire blue.

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>>667
>Reacting immediately, Demiurge constructs a large reinforced wall of steel and different alloys - all rapidly overlapping each other consistently. The ever-reinforcing metallic wall begins protecting Demiurge from an assault of energy blasts, fire and ice beams.

"Like the upgrade, stage magician?!"

>As Oneiros continues blasting Demiurge's reinforced metallic wall with energy, he says:

"Now I'm as powerful as you! So you're not the only artisan around here!"

>Holding out another hand, Demiurge generates a large cage around Oneiros - too thin for him to walk through. Annoyed, Oneiros shatters the cage with his newly enhanced powers - as another cage immediately materializes around him.

>Cursing, he then shouts:

"Motherfucker! You can't keep this up forever! I'm going to get to you soon enough!"

>Making another gesture with his hand, Demiurge then says:

"We'll see about that."

>Making a flicking gesture that Oneiros can't see, the ground begins rumbling for a moment - causing Oneiros to look down.

"What-"

>Oneiros is then surprised as the ground beneath his feet is propelled into the air by some gravitational force - revealed to be a supernatural geyser of energy created under his ground.

"Shit!"

>Demiurge then looks as Oneiros is flung up into the air, taking a moment to ready himself. He then summons his futuristic hover board from before, as he begins moving upwards as well.

 No.669

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>>668
>Location: Sanctuary City Museum

>The entrance to the Sanctuary City Museum is still partially soaked in water, as the figure of Oneiros spirals into the air - landing on the ground. As he slowly rises to his feet, muttering, he looks up and sees the hovering form of Demiurge above.

"You're not the better summoner anymore, prick."

>Demiurge crosses his arms from his position, hovering in the air.

"Don't trick yourself there. I'm still better. The only difference is whether you're willing to accept that."

>Pointing at the Dream Gem in Oneiros's hand, Demiurge says:

"Mesopotamian right? Ancient artifact. I wonder if you were meant to handle that much power."

>Looking down at the Dream Gem in his hand, Oneiros watches as it pulses brightly with a bright blue light. Staring at it, he then says:

"….I needed to lucid dream to get myself into this state. But with this gem? I feel like I can twist and fold the world around me…..I feel so much more….powerful!"

>At that moment, a thin strand of an adhesive material connects to the gem, and is pulled away from Oneiros as a voice says:

"In that case, let me help you make the right choice!"

>Spinning his head to the side, Oneiros sees the figure of Arachnid, now present in the area. The armored figure quickly spins around the gem - before slamming it into the ground in front of him.

"NO!"

>As the gem shatters on the ground, Oneiros rushes forward - jumping into the surge of bright blue energies that are emanating from it.

>Holding out his hand, Demiurge then shouts:

"Idiot! Don't try and absorb it! You can't handle its power!"

>Ignoring him, Oneiros then jumps into the energy vortex - shouting as he begins absorbing the blue Dream Gem's energies into himself.

 No.670

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>>669
>Demiurge lowers himself to the ground, still hovering on his futuristic hovercraft. Groaning, he then mutters under his breath:

"…..Idiot….."

>Landing on the ground beside him, Arachnid then slowly rises up, looking at Demiurge.

"So uh…I guess I wasn't supposed to do that?"

>Shaking his head, Demiurge says:

"No, that was probably the right call. Problem is, the idiot absorbed its energies."

>Oneiros continues shouting in pain, as blue light begins emanating from the mouth of his spectral face - blasting energy randomly and haphazardly in all directions.

"Move behind me!"

>Demiurge says to Arachnid, as he creates another protective forcefield of energy. Seeing that Oneiros is now spiraling out of control, Demiurge then looks at the shattered fragments of the gem on the ground - stating:

"Look at the gem's pieces! See what they're doing?!"

>Arachnid peaks his head out behind the forcefield for a moment, recognizing the growing trails of blue light pulling themselves towards the Dream Gem's fragments.

"…Siphon."

"Exactly."

"So grab the pieces, wait for an opening…"

"And then blast him with the stuff. Web it up into a ball and wait for my signal."

"Got it!"

>Arachnid then goes to work - immediately vaulting dozens of feet into the air and aiming for the large gem fragments with his silk shooters. As he begins moving through the air, flipping and weaving through the energy beams - Demiurge goes to work.

"Right. My turn then."

>Demiurge then creates a series of large rock constructs, golems, which begin rushing towards Oneiros in his energy vortex. Careful to keep his direction of approach separate from Arachnid, Demiurge begins coordinating his attack with precision and good timing as well.

 No.671

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>>670
>As the golems begin fighting Oneiros, the Meta-Human struggles to regain control of his powers. As the supernatural blue energies of the Gem Stone continue surging through him, his body slowly begins to accommodate their power and integrate it into himself as well.

"Gyah! This…..power!"

>He's then slammed into the ground by one of the large rock golems, only to rupture the golem's rock structure and disintegrate it into nothingness.

>Arachnid continues grabbing up the fragments of the Dream Gem - about to grab the last fragment in his silk sack around his back.

"Alright! I've got all of them! Where's the signal?!"

>Demiurge then pulls back with his golems, disintegrating them willingly as he leaves an opening for Oneiros.

"Now!"

>Nodding, Arachnid then spins around, removing the silk sack from his back. As he spins it rapidly in the air, he then launches it towards Oneiros.

"What?!"

>Oneiros says as he regains his bearings - turning his head right towards the incoming shard blast.

"Oh shit!"

>The Meta-Human is then knocked backwards, as the shard sack connects with Oneiros's unstable body - creating a massive explosion of blue fire and flames. As Demiurge and Arachnid are flown backwards, they both land on their feet in different ways; Arachnid literally landing on all fours, and Demiurge being buffered by his futuristic board.

"Shit.."

"Holy crap…."

>As the fire and lights die down, a large crater can be seen in the middle of the museum. The weakened form of Oneiros lies on the ground, coughing as he's groaning in pain.

 No.672

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>>671
>Slowly walking up towards Oneiros, who is sitting in the crater still, Demiurge stands at the edge - staring at Oneiros with a degree of sympathy.

"….Told you. Some stuff just isn't meant for people. That includes ancient Mesopotamian artifacts."

>Oneiros coughs again as he then slowly sits up, panting in exhaustion.

"I've….still….got……"

"You've got nothing but your words. So I'll use my own to be fair."

>Pointing at Oneiros, Demiurge states:

"Call off your mental assaults. I know you're attacking people's minds - and I know who you are."

>A shiver goes down Oneiros's back, causing him to stammer.

"B-Bullshit! There's no way-"

"College? Really? I figured you'd at least be a tough guy mercenary like the rest. Though I suppose that's part of the act."

>Silent in shock, Oneiros then begins reeling, mentally. His mind begins rapidly thinking of what to say next, before Demiurge states:

"….If you want to make a difference? Do it the legitimate way. You're lucky you haven't killed anyone with your antics. The MRD doesn't know who you are, so you still have a choice here. Make the right one for once, or I will be back to strip you of your powers for good."

>Stammering, Oneiros reflexively raises his hands in panic, as Demiurge sighs and rolls his eyes behind his mask.

"Oh for heaven's sake. I'm telling you to go legit, and come clean with yourself. Do better, and do it the right way. Whatever you're trying to do."

>Pointing at the crater Oneiros is sitting in, Demiurge then says:

"Don't resort to underhanded tactics like these. There's no shortcut to your end goals, trust me."

>Sighing, Demiurge looks down and says in his mind:

{"My father taught me that, as he wasted his life chasing shortcuts."}

>Out loud, Demiurge then says:

"Either way, it's your choice. Keep chasing shortcuts, and deal with the disasters that arise. Or do it the right way, and have faith in yourself."

>Oneiros is silent for a moment, before he winces. Sighing, he then says:

"….Fine, whatever. I'll stop the dream stuff. Not like I could even get in your head anyways. I already tried."

>Oneiros then disappears in a plume of blue and green smoke, as Arachnid then walks up to Demiurge, stating:

"….So….you're gonna cover that crater right? I mean you've got fancy reality warping powers right?"

>Demiurge stares at Arachnid through his mask, as the area begins to slowly fix itself with Demiurge's powers.

 No.673

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>>672
>Date: March 22nd, 2017
>Location: Khyber Manor
>Time: 9:00 AM

"So you're sure he's taken your message to heart?"

>Quintus sits on a similar couch as before, in the same living room of Jason's manor. As he continues writing in his notebook, he prepares more questions involving the impromptu interview he's now doing.

"I'm certain. I made sure he was given an indirect message that stuck."

>Writing in his notebook again, Quintus asks:

"How did you even know it was him? The student I mean?"

>Thinking to himself, Jason looks down at his fingers for a moment. He then responds:

"….There's a sort of resonance I can feel with certain people. I can't explain it, but it's like a tuning fork. If people are on the same wavelength as me, so to speak, I can recognize them, no matter how they appear."

>Quintus gives a skeptical and amused look, stating:

"So a hunch, so to speak?"

"More or less."

>Jason says, annoyed.

>Quintus then gives a slightly amused smile, stating:

"Well, I like to think my luck just rubbed off on you there. Bumping into the guy who just happened to be who you were looking for - so that your supernatural hunch could figure out it was him. What are the chances of that?"

>Jason looks at Quintus carefully for a moment, narrowing his eyes slightly as he responds:

"Yeah….What are the chances of that?"

>Silent for another moment, Quintus then rises to his feet, having finished his notes. Looking up at Jason, he holds out his hand, stating:

"Well, either way I've heard your employees are doing much better now. I'm happy to hear that."

>Jason also stands up, taking his hand and shaking it.

"Thank you. Also yes, they're doing much better. I'm relieved honestly. As I don't know what I'd do without them."

>Nodding, Quintus then states:

"Well Mister Khyber. I'm grateful that I got to interview you on the record, the first time. This subsequent interview is obviously off the record, and much more informal - but I do appreciate the consideration."

>Himself nodding now, Jason then says:

"Thanks. I do wish you well in your future reporting. Hopefully the next time we meet, it's not about any potential rumors involving my wife."

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>>673
>As Quintus leaves, Jason remains in the lobby area of his manor. Sighing, he adjusts his suit collar as footsteps appear from the hallway.

"Is something the matter, Master Jason?"

>Giving an annoyed expression, Jason looks to the periphery of his vision, to see Jeremiah walk up to his side. Placing one hand at his side, Jason then says:

"Nothing more than the usual annoyances, Jeremiah. Speaking of which, where exactly is Misses Khyber?"

>Jeremiah gives a light chuckle, as his glasses obscure his eyes.

"I wouldn't know, sir. As you are more than aware, Misses Khyber seemingly goes about her own business, on her own time."

>Jason rubs his eyelids in annoyance.

"She wastes my money on her own time, is what she does. Have you found anything about her past? Prints? Documents? Family history? Anything?"

>Jeremiah shakes his head, a far more serious expression on his face.

"In all my years of intelligence work, I haven't met a woman quite like your 'wife', Master Jason. There's no paper trail of her records or general information. There's no digital database of public information regarding her either. Nothing even begins to indicate who she is, where she came from, or what she's capable of."

>Narrowing his eyes, Jason then begins lightly wrapping a thread of his silver hair around his finger. Jeremiah, seeing the notion, then asks:

"If I may, Master Jason. Why did you agree to marry her? Even I wouldn't imagine your shift from bachelor to married man would be this….sudden. The rumors may be exaggerated, but the reality of the situation has a strong foundation."

>Jason stops twirling his hair around his finger, flicking it back into place with a finger gesture as he turns his attention toward his personal bodyguard.

"She waited until you were preoccupied with informational matters to make a move, which tells me that she knew enough about my schedule and your patterns - to do something. At the very least, she's likely been looking at me as her mark for a few months - before we got married."

>Jeremiah nods slowly.

"But why you, sir? I don't understand the rationale. If she wanted a more gullible target, she could've easily chosen a different wealthy benefactor. If she wanted someone with potentially more wealth….well there aren't many contenders, outside of that Grayson fellow."

"Which one?"

"Either of them, sir."

"….Fair point, Jeremiah. Well either way I'm not sure why she picked me honestly. Please see if you can get more private investigators on the case. I want to know who she is, and why she picked me as her target."

"Of course, sir."

>Jeremiah then bows and turns around, he then slowly walks away from the lobby area of the manor.

>Now alone again, Jason then takes out a picture from his coat. The same picture of his wife, with her striking pink hair, bright eyes and smug expression on her face.

"…..Why did you pick me, Hannah? What aren't you telling me still? I need to know. Eventually."

>Jason then puts the picture back in his coat, and looks at the ring on his finger. After moving his gaze from the ring on his finger, he then begins walking towards the living room of the manor again; beginning to plan out the rest of his day as he does so.

[The End]


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