Character Name: Drake Sonus
Alliance: Humans
Department: Department of Mutant Discovery and Removal (MDR)
Age: 32
Class: Anti-mutant Commando (AMC)
Weapons: P40, Magnum, Frags, Flashbangs, Darkbangs, Combat knife
Equipment: Full body covering (black) body armor and skin suit, Helmet with HUD and spotlight. Also has three similarly clad Commandos working under him.
Description: Short black hair, green eyes, 5 foot, 9 inchs tall
Personality: Hard and cold. Unrelenting, Persistant, Brutal, Milatary like, Does what it takes to get the job done.

The wall blocking the entrance to the next levle of the swears blew open. Drake Sonus winced at how much noise it made. But then he and his squad were rushing in securing the entrance. No visible hostiles. Drake smacked the end of his clip, making sure it was ready and live. His spot light clicked on at his bidding. His squad did the same. The walls were covered in bug filth.
*Click*
The squad responded to the noise with a burst of motion, training there guns on all the dank, wet hallways. Nothing.
*Click*
*Chitter*
The noise was louder now.
"Squad, defensive positons." he said in a voice that was utterly calm. Something he didnt feel at the moment.
One of his squad members caught some movement, down one of the darker hall ways.
"Follow it!" he commanded.
The squad rushed down the hallway, the figure rushed down a side hallway, the squad followed, at fullspeed. The hallway ended into a large room, even dirtyer then the last, and it smelled like...death. They stoped in the middle of the chamber, the bug-like figure was crawling up one of the walls, right...up....into...Drake went weak. The ceiling was covered with them.
"OPEN FIRE!" he yelled. The squad obeyed instantly, droping a many of them. But then they all turned on them, flying down on wings, clicking and chittering in there bugy way. "FALL BACK" he ordered. But too late. The entire swarm cut him off from his squad. Drake did the only thing he could do. He chunked a frag, and ran.

Noah sat in the NYPD HQ, rubbing the back of his neck where a piece of rubble had conked him out during the attempt to arrest Adrian.

"Sir, we've got one of them in our custody, perhaps you'd like to meet him." An officer came into his office to say.

"Take me to him."
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It was a dimly lit room, with the mutant strapped to a table and an IV drip keeping him unconscious.

"According to our data, he is simehow able to drain all light from any area, and, as you can see, he has a prehensil tail."

"Great. He make it go dark, and has a tail. Whoop-de-#$%^ing-doo. Are we done here?"

"No sir. That's not why I called you here. You see, the scientists want to start running some tests on this one, trying to pinpoint what causes the mutant gene..."

"I don't want to know how to cause it--"

"....and if its possible for mutantcy to be cured."

Noah said nothing for a long time.

"I know a cure. It involves the patient swallowing a single lead pill."

"To be honest, commander, that would be a bit of a p.r. disaster."

"Fine. Do whatever you want. Permission to run tests on the mutant granted."

((As if we didn't have enough similarities to X-Men already...;p))

Squint was ten feet behind the group, wearing his polyester suit with disgrace.

"Had they given me better clothes, this would've been -- damn it!"

Squint's cell phone went off, and he ran into the nearest store. Unfortunately, it was a women's lingerie store. Squint hastily answered the call.

"Squint, have you caught them yet?"

"Chief, you call at the worst times. I was tailing them perfectly, and then you screw things up!"

"Keep it down, flyboy. Continue the mission, then report when you have them in custody."

"Yeah, I will."

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The four mutants were walking out of the mall, and Zayne heard particularly loud thoughts of hatred, so loud and close that they almost could've been his own thoughts. Then a cell phone went off. All four turned around to see what happened, and a tall man in a polyester suit went running into a department store for women's lingerie.

"Hmm, wonder if his wife is psychic like you Zayne, and used telekinesis to tell him to buy her bras?"

Everyone started laughing at Flip's joke. Except when Zayne's head started hurting.

"Agh, let's get out of here before someone notices."

The group went to the bathrooms, the one place they were free to really talk.

"So, what did he say?"

"Lots of anger. Something about 'Chief needs to shut up and let me do my job'. I've got no idea what it means, but I think that guy may have been following us, perhaps working for the militia or government."

"Well, we'd best not take any chances. Let's get out of here."

Adrian spoke up.  "Why don't we capture him?"

"Oh?"

"Sure, why not?  I mean 5 of us and 1 of him.  I say we do it.  Can you find him?"

Zayne closed his eyes.  "He's still in the lingerie store."

"Good.  Let's go let the girls know."

They went out to see Jasmine and Skyler window shopping a bit down.

Adrian walked up to Jasmine.  "We're being tailed."

"I know."

"Oh.  Well we want to capture him.  He may be our ticket to Blackout."

"And how do you propose to go about that?"

"I'd like your friend to show her talents.  She's a teleporter correct?"

Jasmine stepped up.  "Yes.  And I'm willing to help."

"Excellent.  Here is the plan.  I'll slip into a changing room and grab the handicap room.  You get in the stall next to me.  Teleport out there, grab him and into my stall.  Can you d that without tearing me in half?"

"Laugh it up.  You're worse than Skyler."

"Well she had to have learned from someone."

"Right.  To your position Jasmine.  Give me 2 minutes."

Adrian walked into the American Eagle next to the lingerie store.  He made his way to the changerooms and found the handicap area open. Perfect.  Now he waited.

"Hey, lemme pick up the tab for you." Flip said, walking to the newly appeared Jasmine. "It's Jasmine, right?"

"Yep, and that's sweet. But you sure you wanna go to the counter with this?" She said, holding up the blue nightie.

"On second thought, how 'bout I just give you the money? And pick yourself out something, too. I'm Flip by the way." Flip pulled out a few bills from his pocket

"Hmmmm... you're smooth."

"Did I mention I speak French?"

Blackout surveyed his surroundings.  He was in an armoured car, cuffed to a small railing.  The seat was uncomfortable, and his tail was pinned, unable to move.  The four soldiers that had captured him sat opposite and beside him weapons still trained on his head, each one just itching to shoot.  He sighed, and didn’t struggle.  There was really no point; they had confiscated his swords, and pinned his limbs.  Even if he drained the light from the car, there was nothing he could do.

From outside the car, he could hear the shouts of protestors and cheering supporters of his capture swarmed around the vehicle.  He found it slightly funny.  He had been ignored, and invisible to the community, and yet his capture had sparked a full-fledged argument on both sides.  Most people out there probably didn’t know who he was or where he had come from.  They saw this as a anti-mutant propaganda movement, and protested against it.  Some of the protestors were most likely mutants as well, and would probably be arrested or shot for participating in the riot.  He didn’t know what the captors would do with him when he arrived at his destination, but he was leaning towards torture and interrogation; humans loved having others writhe in pain.  He sighed, and closed his eyes.  This was going to be a long day.
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Tinman watched as the armoured car drove slowly through the city, his sensors locked on Blackout’s signature inside the carriage.  The humans thought that they could protect him, eh?  The mutant deserved to die, and no amount of human mercy would deter Tinman from his goal.  ((He assumes that Blackout was taken by the soldiers for protection))  His chaingun began to rotate slowly as he contemplated how much punishment the car could stand.  After getting an approximate estimation, he flew to the rooftops, and began to survey an area appropriate for an ambush.  When he had found such a place, he began to wait.  Blackout would come to him.

Noah was at the scene of the transport of Blackout, making sure that no one tried to bust him out or slaughter the people gathered to watch. As if it mattered. Noah honestly didn't see what everyone was so excited about. One single mutant got captured. big deal. There were thousands of other ones still out there, infinitely more powerful than this one. And yet they were all cheering like the war was over and they had one. Noah was wasting his time here, while Adrian was away no doubt planning other ways to attack american ideals.

The good news was, the scientists had taken plenty of samples of the detainee's blood and were runnning tests on it at the monet.

The bad news was, Arnold was still being repaired after getting hit by a semi, so Noah didn't have him to count on.

Noah looked through his binocs at something silver standing on a rooftop.

"Pete?" He asked into his walkie-talkie. "Is that thing ours?"

James had continued to attempt to juggle why Arista was gone. Oddly, he had been juggling since she left, and he hadn't dropped them once. It was helping him think. He was nervous, What if she doesn't feel the same about me? he asked himself. "Then you will deal with it." he said quietly. He stopped juggling and sat on a dumpster, Arista would be back soon. He wondered what she was thinking. He was a telepath, but not to the degree that others were, he could speak, and get a basic idea of someone's 'loud' thoughts, but he could not actively read someones thoughts.  And he had trouble controling his abillity, when he was stressed out, it was dificult to focus on people, tell where they were, but he could tell that Arista was close now.

Adrian kept walking always keeping his eye on Squint.  He didn't seem to be doing anything.  Just fidgeting.  Skyler leaned over to Adrian.

"So what exactly are you going with him?"

"I'll probably use him as a bargaining chip."

"I don't trust him."

"You think I trust him?  There is a reason I'm carry a pistol in my hand.  But I'm going to see what I can get out of him."

Adrian walked over to the man.  "I have some questions.  I want answers.  There are two ways we can do this.  You can answer all my questions with ease and that's that.  Or we can have Zayne here rifle through your mind.  And if he isn't careful he can really screw you up.  So I suggest you take the easy way and just my questions.  We'll start easy.  You got a name?"

"Squint."

Adrian got up in his face.  "Why do you hate mutants?"

I see a group come out of the mall they look familair. I realize who it is but one I can't reconize and move out of the shadows.
"Hey guys, Blackouts been captured!!!!!!! and who is this?" I say pointing at the girl.
"I'm Jasmine." she says.
"I'm aegob." I say

Noah was still spying the unidentified robot when his cell phone went off in his shirt pocket. When he opened it he saw a text message from Squint. It read:

Ch33f. Mutnts g0t me. lock on 2 mi crdnits with gp asap.

As much as Noah wanted to send Squint back another text message consisting of a single 7-letter word  starting in 'd' and ending with 's', he knew that would alert the mutant captors. Instead, he phoned home base.

"Ted? Is that damn blender fixed yet?"

"ATOne should be operational in afew minutes, sir."

"Good. I'll be back at home base in a little while. Have the toaster ready to go when I'm there."

"what about riot control?"

"Meh, we've got enough agents here." noah replied, even though it was obvious he didn't fully believe it. As much as Noah hated leaving and risking the mutant's escape, he'd be damned if he let them kill Squint first.