Finn would let out a sigh as he saw the woman in front of him- great. This was JUST what he needed. Well, at least he didn't have to look far as to why security was tighter, Anarchy was raiding this place as well, and it appeared they were after the same thing. The woman with the lightning hands said as such, professing in such a way he wasn't entirely unconvinced she was doing it for dramatic effect. Finn would just stare at her from underneath his ski mask as he lifted up the device on his back, huffing lowly. He would then press his fingers on a device that disguised his voice- You could never be too careful. "<b>Yes, it appears so, but I will be the one walking out of here with it. If you were smart, girlie, I'd suggest backing off while you still have the chance." </b>Finn said, before raising his hand to give her the mental signal to move away.<br/><br/>Taking control of a Metahuman was currently out of Finn's capabilities, but he could still imbue mental suggestions.....at least, typically he could. He couldn't make the connect, the electricity was disrupting his connection. However, Sparks would feel the pressure of something trying to enter her mind- She was dealing with a Telepath. Even among those of this crazy new world, Telepathy was a rare gift. The last time a telepath was mainstream was when Headcase was killed during the Mindbreaker incident. This guy wasn't no Mindbreaker either- everyone would be dead then. This would be tricky, for both of them. "<b>I'm not leaving without the Nanocell. You want it? It'll come from my cold dead-" </b>He started to say, before he heard the undeniable clicking.<br/><br/>A Gunshot.<br/><br/>Finn would immediately raise his hand as the bullet would stop in mid air. His eyes began glowing blue as the man began firing repeatedly at him, Finn simply calmly walking towards him as the bullets would begin to float aimlessly, as if shot in space. He would watch the guard reload, before lifting up his hand, as he used telekinetic force to cause the gun to explode, damaging the man's hand (likely irreparably), before he lifted up the man by his throat, the force he was exerting enough to snap his neck, though he hadn't yet. He let his frustration, his anger, the rage that had been building up guide him, and thus he allowed himself to forget that there were TWO people that were in the room. One who had more than enough time to trip the alarm.<br/><br/>Not that the gunshots would've signaled off something was wrong either.<br/><br/>Finn would look up and growl, before flinging the still alive male at Sparks. "<b>The Nanocell is mine!" </b>He said, before he began running. Similar people he passed began firing at him, but he kept on stopping to block them. It wasn't a matter of not wanting to get hit, Finn COULDN'T get hit, because then he'd be discovered for who he was quicker than anything. As far as anyone knew, Finn was dead, he wanted to keep it that way.<br/><br/>Getting out of the building was NOT going to be easy.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>David Portman was inside his<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2FHNslEqF.jpg&amp;hash=5bb6cc7f8fa8bccc6541b68300084427" href="https://i.imgur.com/HNslEqF.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Computer Lab</a>at the Marshal's HQ. He was getting ready to clock out for his mandatory 24 hours of rest, as both he and Zoom had been busy- the other day, they had cracked down on the Hope Diamond Cartel, a smuggling operation inside the company eBay. Dr. Zoom and him had been doing the roundabout for a month before finally capturing all of the Cartel's leaders. Along with their capture, they had seized well over 3.4 million dollars worth of military munitions, over 10 million dollars worth of narcotics, fenced goods, stolen money, and an entire crate of First Gen H3R0 Drug. It was the biggest bust of the Los Diablos Marshal's career, and both Dr. Zoom and Lord Blood were to be awarded the Public Safety Medal of Valor for their actions.<br/><br/>Considering the reputation of the Los Diablos Marshal's, publicity like this was good, and it meant they might get more support and recruits soon. Maddie likely would not give a flying piss, but he knew his parents would likely see, and that was a mess he did NOT want to deal with, but when you are being awarded a medal by the President of the United States, Paul Reubens, a former actor turned politician, you couldn't exactly say no. Speaking of Maddie, he hoped she was doing alright- he asked Dr. Zoom to check on her, he was busy filing the last of the paperwork out for the whole fiasco with the HD Cartel. True, Dr. Zoom should be helping, but......well, let's just say that it is far simpler for him to do it. Not to say he was stupid, Dr. Zoom actually was quite intelligence, but Genius and Insanity were two sides of the same coin.<br/><br/>As David took down the notes, photos, info links, etc. of the HD Cartel, and was filing them away, he came across a picture of the 2015 Los Diablos Marshal's. Picking it up, David sat back down and rubbed his head. God, there used to be a number of Marshal's in the Los Diablos Branch. Headcase, Aquarius, Overcharge, Ventus, Juggernaut, Technomancer.....now, there were only ten of them. Dr. Zoom, Tremor, Angel, and Lord Blood making up half that number. After Mindbreaker, everyone in the Marshal's either resigned in disgust, died, or went off to do their own thing. Angel and Tremor were two of the only members of the original group around, and Angel didn't like talking about what happened, given what happened to Headcase.<br/><br/>Dr. Zoom and him heard about the incident. Both assumed she blamed herself for that disaster.<br/><br/>Putting it away, he was rubbing his eyes and getting ready to clock out for some shut eye, before hearing a beep on his communicator. He debated heavily on ignoring it, he hadn't gotten more than three hours of sleep a day for the past month, but he couldn't very well ignore that inside of HQ. Checking it, he saw that it was Metahuman criminal activity sighted at...City Hall?! Oh no, this was bad. David and Zoom had busted their ass trying to get public opinion of the Marshal's up, he was not about to let this destroy months of hard work. Placing on his armor, he immediately sent a call out to Dr. Zoom.<br/><br/>"<b>Zoom? It's Blood, I'm on my way now, I'll try to get in touch with Tremor."</b><br/><br/>He needed to hurry.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Torur was busy in his room, as Pierce Caliburn was handling the education. One of the agreements for his stay was that the Scientist would handle Torur's schooling, as Pierce was a tenured Professor. Torur's adoptive mother never settled for anything less than the best for herself or her child, and thus his aptitudes and intelligence tests were well-above standard, it was something to be proud of. Right now, though, Pierce was helping Torur with his mathematics. Upon Seeing Arachne, Pierce didn't need any indication that his time was up- the last thing the doctor wanted was to be in the same room as Arachne. One of Pierce's conditions was that Arachne, unless on grounds that he put Torur or her in danger, was that she was to avoid physical contact with him at ALL costs.<br/><br/>He was hiding something, anyone with a brain knew that, but for now he was proven to be too valuable to push the issue. A skilled and practiced scientist not on official records, who could handle modified AND Metahumans inside his laboratory, was a valuable asset, and for now, Arachne had him by the throat. Why push it?<br/><br/>Pierce would signal the end of their lesson and step out, quickly stepping out of the way of his employer, as Torur would approach with a grin. "<b>Hi Mama! I am glad you could come! Come here, let me show you something, It's what we talked about awhile ago!" </b>He said, as he took the hand on the woman and began leading her throughout his room. with various art pieces strewn inside. All were done with masterful skill, but Torur called them<i>'Rejects'</i>. He held himself to a high standard, and if he failed to meet that standard, he was hard on himself. Any of his paintings would catch a fair price, but Torur often gave them to Arachne so that she could decide what to do with them. What she did, he didn't know, but they were never enough.<br/><br/>Torur would then show her what he had been working on- His latest Magnum Opus. It was the city, but all connected and broken up via segments of web. All lead to the hotel, some colored as red as blood, or as white as an Angel's Wings, but the one at the top was the most interesting- a beautiful spider woman, her hands holding the strings like a puppetmaster, signalling her control over the city. Torur was gently bouncing with anticipation, waiting for his mother's response. "<b>What do you think? Did I do good? Is this what you asked?"</b><br/><br/>The boy yearned for the approval and love that Arachne provided for him. It was the first time he ever felt truly wanted.