<span style="color: #FF0000">Drake had been moving around New York City. He shadow transported himself to the sounds of explosions and chaos. Getting there to see a man use magic and weapons. Interesting. Most stayed away from weapons as they tended to cause VIKKI to send loads of attention that way. He began taking pics using a technology piece that analista had informed Sera to make. It worked beautifully. Using a bit of magic he sent distractive explosions to assist the man in escape. That guy seemed more up Lynoâ€™s alley. He listened with the com link powered by magic on low. Seraâ€™s technology let go as it flew around looking like a hummingbird. He listened to the conversationg and chuckled.<br/><br/>â€œMust we always discuss my hunches?â€ He teased analista and her minion. He kept an eye on the guy. Taking out a special type of magic device and clicked it. â€œKeep an eye on mr. bad boy. No...not Lyno. The one up here.â€ he said in a whisper. Sending it to follow undetectable Damocles. He then shadow warped again to a safe area after destroying the rest of the droids. He landed on the rooftop. â€œAnalista...whenever Sera is awake...if she gone to bed. Tell her she has new toys going to the warehouse in Area 69 of New York City. Fleshy droids. I am sure sheâ€™ll be thrilled.â€ He then grabbed out a small device. He threw it down and it exploded frying the remaining twitching army.<br/><br/>â€œHmmm? Rowan? Yeah. Send him to meet me for the kid with illusions. I was just about to ask you about bringing him out into the field. I know he has had intensive training between you, Sera and Lyno. I believe he is ready. I want his help on that one. Oh yeah...Lyno causing you trouble Analista?â€ he asked seriously. â€œEither way...I will contact him. The one who causing much destruction and chaos in central New York will be more up his alley. And Analista...go to bed.â€ He said seriously. â€œI am certain I saw you at that computer well over twenty-four hours ago and never once have you taken a nap. If you must...consider it an order. Have Gregory, your must trusted assistant, watch the screens for now. Alright my friend?â€ He ended the communication to call up Lyno.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">â€œHey Lyno?â€</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">â€œYeah boss man?â€</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">â€œI need you to go and recruit a man. All we got is a codename. Deals with illegal arms. Blows things up. Well...he headed towards Underhive and everyone knows that is your playground. You might be better suited. Who knowsâ€¦.you might make a friend who doesnâ€™t look tempted to annihilate you all the time.â€ He said playfully.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">â€œOy...boss man. I canâ€™t help it Analista already cute. She just gets cuter when she pissed off. Either way. Understood. Signing out. Iâ€™ll go meet and greet bad boy in underhive.â€ He signed off.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">When Lyno left he shook his head. â€œI will never understand that manâ€™s obsessive fascination in my almost sister like friend Analista.â€ He said with a chuckle. Calling Analista back. â€œAlright. I know you already know this but send Rowan some goodies before he leaves. Though Iâ€™m serious...get some sleep.â€ He said in a warm tone. â€œAlright. Iâ€™m calling Rowan now. Just a moment of radio silence. Transfering the goodies for Sera.â€ He said. He tapped on a pipe and a van appeared. Normal human quickly took out VIKKI tracers and loaded them into a the back of the van. He looked at the driver. â€œWarehouse 69. Make sure you activate the signal bouncers. Everything we gave you is powered by magic. So no worries. Yeah. You know Sera and her battlesuit. Stun and take elsewhere anyone else who intends to get in. Good luck.â€ he said. Saluting the ex military men.<br/><br/>Turning he then shadow jumped again. Reappearing elsewhere. He contacted Rowan. â€œRowan? You ready to come out into the field? I hope so. I think I might need you with this one. Yeah. Guy is seventeen. Deals with illusions and water. Pick up your goodies from Analista. Meet me at the zoo. Figured it be the less obvious place for a meetup. Seeing VIKKI haunts those less. I canâ€™t wait to work with you. See you soon.â€ He said. Ending transmission and jumped into shadows. Shadow warping to the meet up and mingled in the place he knew Rowan come to. Near the animals. He sat down and watched the animals. â€œTrapped in cages...they seem happy...unlike humanity...who are trapped in invisible cages all around the world.â€ he muttered to himself. Grabbing a brochure and soon looked like just another person here.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">Lyno headed towards the intellegance room after his brief conversation with boss man...aka the young Rebel leader Drake. Entering he intentionally leaned over Analistaâ€™s chair. â€œBeautiful as always I see Ana.â€ He said in a playful and flirty manner. Grabbing his communicator then moving around and picked up some other things. He at times messed with Sera but uh...she kept zappy things and always managed to get him with them. Besides...Analistaâ€™s reactions were more amusing. He looked over his shoulders. â€œYeah. Yeah. I know what you going to say. Fights to minimal. Gunfire to minimal. Explosions little to non existant. I think that covers it right?â€ he said with a cheeky grin.<br/><br/>â€œAnyways dueces. Imma bounce to go find mr. explosive. Boss manâ€™s orders.â€ He headed to the exit. Hopefully heâ€™d get out before one of the m missiles of water headed his way. He snickered a bit. He loved messing with Analista. She was even cuter when pissed. He headed out of the area and towards his wheels. â€œNah...get in trouble with boss man I take the wheels. Oh well.â€ He ran through the underground tunnels then jumped up a shaft. Climbing through it and came out into a sewer grate. Pulling himself through. He couldâ€™ve warped but Underhive was never a place to just appear in. Less you walked. Pulling out a cigarette and lit it. â€œNow...letâ€™s find mr. suitcase.â€ he said with a smirk. Managing to keep his cigarette in his mouth with just his lips even as he talked. He began to follow the tracker. Stretching out. The Underhive...his personal babies...he loved being over illegal operations. It fit him.<br/><br/>From what boss man said about the new guy hopeful recruit...theyâ€™d get along beautifully. He grinned a bit. He wondered what chaos the two of them could cause. â€œWell then mr. bad boy...I hope to encounter you soon.â€ He started to walk through the outskirts and further into the underhive. The least technology covered area in all of new york city. Also the best place for the rebels to sell and buy things. He wondered how the black market aka under the table things the rebels helped others get was going. No time to find out. Mission first. Playtime later.</span>