"Who am I?" Mr. Anasazi asked, examining the man in the armor. "My friend, I am much more interested in who you are. That armor is vaguely...familiar. What does it run on?"

"You're asking some fairly personal questions. I ask again, who are you?"

"It's neuraly-controlled isn't it? Hotwired into your brain? Did you ever figure out how to make it work without binding it to you? Old friend of man once had trouble with that..."

The man in the armor was getting mad. " Who?!? Are?!? You?!?"

"Oh, me?" Mr. Anasazi asked, finally getting around to the question. "I'm one of the guys who hepled slaughter a restaurant full of innocnets earlier yesterday." ((If that's incorrect I'll edit))

Anasazi was met with a armored fist to his face. Feigning unconcsiousness, Anasazi fell to the ground, seemingly out cold.

"Where's the detention center in this place?" He heard the armored man ask.

All according to plan.

((Okay people I'm going to say night has fallen.))

Dessie watched Jack.

"What an odd little man.  Why did he need your blood?"

Jack shrugged.  "Dunno.  I think they said he needed to see if I was healthy or something."

"That's odd aren't you always healthy due to your healing?"

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Dr. Luphineus was giddy with excitement as he rolled up to his laboratory.  He hurried inside and was greeted by his pets.  His monkey Chimpy and his wolf Ulric were there at his feet. 

"Not now.  I must get this done.  Then we shall be rolling in cash.  He brought his briefcase in and placed it down onto the table.  With shaking hands he brought out the sample.  Extracting a small bit of blood he placed it on a slide.  He slipped the slide under the microscope and watched as it came into focus.  Everything looked normal except...  Wait!  There it was!  Another particle floating around.  It resembled a white blood cell on steroids.  Amazing.  And now for the test.  He took another small eye-dropper with a virus in it.  Placing a small drop on the slide he watched in utter fascination.  The white blood cells reacted within an instant.  They immediately took care of the virus before it could latch onto any other cells.  He was quivering with excitement now. 

"Perfect."

He brought out hopefully the final vial.  This was key to his entire procedure.  The synthesized solution would separate the white blood cells from the rest of the blood.  And it would kill everything else.  Pouring the blood into a Petri dish full of a suspension fluid, he shot the chemical in and watched.  The blood started to slowly dissipate and what remained was microscopic amount of white blood cells.  And now for the last step.  He took the sample and placed it in one of his machines which was designed to speed up diffusion.  After about a minute he took it out.  A white substance was in the bowl with the suspension fluid.  It worked.  He breathed a sigh of relief.  He put his hand down and felt his wolf gently lap at his hand. 

"Yes.  It worked Ulric.  You'll be rolling in the steaks soon."

He picked up the substance and began walking over.  But he was still nervous.  Nervous enough to be shaking.  He was shaking so much the glass he had the white blood cells in slipped.  It spilled all over his hand. 

"No!"

He madly made his way over to the bench and put the slimy mess into a bowl.  He had to work fast.  The blood cells in the fluid might be contaminated.  Taking a needle he pulled up as much as he could.  He found a vein and injected.  He took the needle out and waited.  Suddenly a thought hit him.  What if the cells has been contaminated?  Would it have any adverse effects?  No matter.  It had been done now. 

Eagerly he grabbed a knife and made a cut on his arm.  He watched as the blood poured out.  But it wasn't stopping.  He wiped away the blood and only more came.  It hadn't worked.  He groaned and slumped to the floor.  What had gone wrong?!  He'd done everything right!  His body must have rejected the cells.  Or did he leave it out too long?  He got up and made his way outside.  He was done.  All of his money had been spent on funding this.  The government was on their way to take his equipment. 

Life was no longer worth living.

Chink had considered flying after Chromium. She wanted to discuss the possibility of getting some combat training. He's suggested it often enough but Chink had always turned it down. But after recent events she was reconsidering it.

But Chromium was already out of sight so Chink decided that she'd talk to him later. As Chink returned to the Control Centre she found Shift asleep in his chair with his feet up. Chink smiled as she sat down in the chair beside him and continued looking for clues as to why international monuments were being destroyed. What was the significance?

M'Lure drove back towards her place, letting the heavy rock guitar dictate how fast she got the Charger. She slowed a bit when she saw that the Camaro wasn't quite keeping up with her. She sighed to herself, Lightshow really did need her. Otherwise he'd never learn anything.

Soon they were back at the manor. M'Lure pulled into the garage, so that Lightshow could follow.

"Hey boss, this guy's waking up. I think he's going to start asking questions."

"All the better for you to answer." M'Lure got the man out of the car the same way she got him in. And she continued moving him in through the rest of the building. Finally setting him down in a small room with only a few peices of furnature. "You're lucky. I happen to have research space you can use. Don't break anything." M'Lure turned and walked out the door. "Oh, and if you have anything of value to tell me or ask, use this." And she tossed back into the room a small device. "Just hit the button on the side. Its linked straight and only to me."

M'Lure left Seth in the room to learn the art of persuasion and gab. She needed to figure out what had happened to Atma. She had done much study of supers and mutants, and now since it appeared she was starting a team, she wanted those that could help her on her side. It was those things that could really give a plan the boost to succed. She turned on her police scanner on the desk in her lab. It never hurt to hear what was going on in Mission City. She was sitting at her computer looking at various bits of data when something on the scanner caught her attention.

"Body found in alley. Inbetween 18th and 19th streets. Caller said it was mangled up, torn apart."

M'Lure didn't wait to hear the rest. This sounded like it could be a lead to where Atma was. He was easily strong, angry and violent enough to have done this. She knew of no others that were. So she quickly got back to her black Charger and sped off as fast as she could in that direction.

It was not long before she was in the general vicinity of the reported body. If it was Atma, he would not be hanging around too long, so M'Lure chose to start looking down the allys and in the shadows. That is where she saw it. At first it was just some unusual movement in the shadows, a few blocks away from where the body was found. M'Lure saw that whatever it was it was large so she pulled over to go and investigate. Thats when she heard the scream. It lasted only a second, but she saw soon enough why when she looked into the ally.

Apparently when she past by, pulling over someone had dared to walk down it. And now a creature was tearing at the man's throat, blood gushing and sqirting everywhere, down the claws, down the face and chest of this creature. One that was very much not Atma

"I AM FENRIR!" the creature screamed.

M'Lure stood out of view, watching in grotesque fascination as the creature dragged his prey further into the alley to begin eating at the man's flesh. When he was finished, this Finnir fell back aganst the wall. She was unsure of how long she stood there peering at the being, waiting for what she didn't know. After some time somethng was changing in his features, softening. Slowly he morphed back into a man. Still covered in blood and tattered clothing. Taking notice of himself, almost like he was unaware as to what just happened, he started sobbing into his blood stained hands.

What struck M'Lure was that this was someone she recongized from when she started out working on the government project. He left soon after she joined on,  so she never knew him well, but this was certainly Dr. Luphineus. He was a geneticist. But what had happened? M'Lure walked slowly and carefully into the ally, untill she was standing next to him.

"Dr. Luphineus?" she asked.

He looked up, scared with tear streaks washing away some of the blood. She wondered if he remembered her. M'Lure had changed some since her days back in the old lab. He gave a puzzled look.

"Dr. Victorla? Is that you?"

M'Lure was taken back. She hadn't heard herself called that name for sometime. This filled he with an uncharacteristic pity. "Yes. What happened to you?"

"I'm not sure."

"I am here to help you then." And she leaned down to help Dr. Luphineus up off the ground. "I have a car close by. I can take you back to my place."

Luphineus knew what had happened.  It was just as if he was sitting there while this...thing did what he did.  He shakily got up and backed away.

"I can't come!  If I do I will kill you too!  Please lock me up!  Don't let me do it again!"

A lizard man came flying from nowhere.  This looked familiar.  He had been experimenting with genetic testing with reptiles before he had sold the plans.  Tis was his creation... It worked! 

"You...  I made you!  It worked!  My DNA splicing worked!  I said lizards would work!  And it did!"

Desdemona was confused, this world was very odd to her. "That's odd aren't you always healthy due to your healing?"

Jack shrugged, “I’d assume so but I trust the doc, he’s got his reasons for doing his tests.”

Desdemona still studied Jack with a puzzled look but she decided not to dwell on it any further. She moved to take Jack’s hand so she could lift his arm. The pin prick from the needle had already healed. “Does he regularly take your blood?”

Jack pondered.  Come to think of it he has been taking some of my blood quite a bit recently.  I've heard of fans trying to get your autograph but this is too much.  Hey do you think he's going to sell it on Ebay?!  I wonder how much my blood would be worth!" 

Dessie laughed.  "I have much to learn about this day and age."

"And aren't you glad you have a teacher like me.  So do you want to go anywhere your first night as a human?"

Griffin was exploring the city, it had seen better days.

The Alleyways was full of unwanted slime. gangs, drug dealers could even be organ dealers now a days.

Griffin himself had to conceal himself in the shadows, his Special forces 'sneaking' suit wouldnt go down to well in keeping a low profile.

<Hmmm does everyone have a gun around here?> Griffin thought as he stalked a couple of thugs who had come into possession of firearms, one had an Uzi, 9mm, the other had an M1911a1.
Griffin raised the scope to his eyes and took aim.

<Marksmanship principles>

1.The position and hold must be firm enough to support the the weapon
2. The weapon must point naturally at the target without any undue physical effort.
3.Sight alignment and sight picture must be correct.
4.The shot must be released and followed through without undue disturbance to the position........

Griffin squeezed the trigger.

the uzi wielding thug's head imploded.
the other raised his firearm, confused, scared......"BOOM" and now dead.

Griffin inspected the bodies.
two clean headshots. and a mess.

thus griffin returned to the shadows.

Mr. Anasazi groaned in frustration as cliched red lights began to flicker all through the Andromeda building.

"Well, crap." At least he was invisible, right?

Anasazi speedily made his way through the detention hall, searching for his partner in crime, unaware of the various sensors picking up his every movement.

Dr. Luphineus stumbled back.  Blood was pouring from his nose.  And then the nauseas feeling inside him grew again.

"No!  Go away!  I don't want you here!"

Flame stared at him as if he were nuts.  But slowly Lupineus began changing.  Flame watched in disbelief as the meek and small man changed into a hulking wolf.  But Flame didn't waste much time.  He was up in the air trying to get out of range but Fenrir leaped and grabbed his leg bringing him to the ground hard.  Flame rolled and threw a fireball at Fenrir who barely dodged it.  Fenrir spoke in a low, menacing, gravelly voice.

"That one hurt Lizard face."

"Liked that?  Try this."  Flame telepathicly launched himself into Fenrir's mind.  The wolf howled out in pain.  He crumbled to the flor.  But slowly he got up and with one step at a time made his way to Flame giving him a left hook to the face.

M'Lure saw that the fight between the Dr. and Flame wasn't going to go well for either of them. It certainly didn't work for her advantage for them to kill each other. So she projected an magnetic field around both Flame and Fenrir, stopping the brutal attacks. As she stepped inbetween the two of them she saw Fenris arm start to heal. She released the field that she placed around the wolf.

"It's ok Dr. Luphineus. Its allright." M'Lure said in soothing tones, trying to calm him down. " I'm here to help you. I know I can help you, and I want to."

Slowly as the words sank in, the wolf morphed back into his human form. "Please. Don't worry about hurting us Dr. Luphineus. We can take care of our selves."

Obviously the display of skill surprised the Dr. He started stuttering saying. "I.. I. didn't know that that you could do that."

"Yes. I know i have the ability to help you too. If you let me."

Flame was agitated, but still trapped inside his magnetic field. M'Lure could hear some of his shouting, but paid it no attention.

"What about that one?" the Doctor asked as he lifted himself off the ground.

"I won't let him hurt you again. I promice." M'Lure replied. Trying very hard to sound soft and convincing.

"Fine." Dr. Luphineus sighed. "what other choice do I have? What should I do?"

"We'll go back to my estate. I'm the black Charger. Door will be open." And M'Lure waved her free hand.

She released Flame's field as soon as Dr. Luphineus was out of sight. "What do you think you're doing!" M'Lure shouted at him. "First you run off leaving Seth, er Lightshow ALONE! Then you attack someone under MY supervision? That's not how it works." She sighed, frustrated. "Don't ever touch or hurt him again. If nothing else, do it as a personal favor for me."

"Fine." Flame muttered under his breath.