<strong>Oct. 20th, 2013</strong><br/><strong>Lina Lyons, aka HercuLina</strong><br/><strong>The Tombs, Roof</strong><br/><br/>Lina was standing on the corner of the rooftop, her cape fluttering a little in the breeze. She wasn't far from where Bloodthorn was practicing his... powers. Eew. The man's abilities disturbed her, but she understood that not everyone got to pick and choose. Hell, most heroes didn't. At least he wasn't Dough Boy (power; being fat) or The Waitress (power; able to throw serving trays with a hundred percent accuracy). In any case, she wasn't worried about Bloodthorn right now. She was keeping contact with the heroes out on patrol and Vanessa was the last one to come back. Lina was always concerned about Vanessa, the two of them rather new to this whole hero thing. Vanessas power, however, was still largely untapped and much more complex than her own 'punch stuff and go fast' suite of abilities. At the radio call, she responded, "No, come on back. Don't push yourself too hard yet, we don't want you dropping out of the sky into a crowd of Exes. Thanks for the report, I'll have them update our city map and we can send a team to the jewelry store later to check it out. Thanks, Vanessa."<br/><br/><strong>Mona Temple, Human Representative</strong><br/><strong>The Tombs, St. Claude's Room</strong><br/><br/>Mona Temple wasn't new to The Tombs. She'd been one of the first there, in fact. The Detective had led a group of survivors and police officers there during the initial outbreak. It had been one of the only fortified places remaining that they could get to. With some luck they'd managed to secure it, but only the arrival of the heroes had kept it from falling. The two groups had worked together to make the building into the fortress that it was today. It ran, more or less, like a well oiled machine. Everyone had a task to do. There was rarely time off, but that was the kind of life that had to be led during the so-called zombie apocalypse. When you fought day by day for survival, it left very little time for soap operas and games of hopscotch. Mona herself was a tough, no-nonsense kind of woman. She'd been just about everything in her long and storied life; a loving daughter, a sister, an orphan, a gang member, a mercenary, a police detective, and now, a survivor. She'd picked up her fair share of scars in that time, most noticably, the gunshot that almost killed her. The Detective had made some powerful enemies during her mercenary days and those enemies happened to be the leaders of some of the city's major crime organizations. They'd kidnapped her sister, lured her to the docks, and shot the little girl right in front of Mona.<br/><br/>Then, they tried to kill her. Tried was the operative word. The bullet passed right through her left eye and, somehow, she survived. The eye patch she wore was a testament to the fact that, if you were going to try to kill this woman, you'd better do it right the first time. She tried to make amends for the grave mistakes in her past, move on with her life. It's why she joined up with the NYPD when they extended the offer. It's also why she tried to protect as many people as she could. She'd never let what happened to Jessica happen to anyone else every again, if she could help it.<br/><br/>Dressed in her usual slacks, vest, white dress shirt, and tie, she headed down the hall to St. Claude's room. The Detective stepped into the doorway and rapped on it with her knuckles to get his attention. Sometimes it could be hard to break him out of his trance when he was working like that. "Do you have my weapons ready yet? The first model CZ 75 with a walnut grip and the Colt 1908 with the trigger guard removed."<br/><br/>If Mona had a super power, it would be those guns. While not as supernaturally accurate as St. Claude, Mona was a hell of a shot and she picked her weapons carefully. The CZ 75 was accurate and made out of high quality steel, the custom walnut grip making it even better. The Colt 1908 was the kicker, though. She used it as a backup weapon and kept the tiny pistol hidden under her sleeve, strapped to a spring loaded device that could slide the weapon into the palm of her hand with a flick of her wrist. The trigger guard had been cut away to make shooting even faster. The perfect surprise for an emergency.