<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/HlySd/78022272-2612-4f60-b165-8039a2cf40e7_zps486e8b9a.jpg) </div><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong> Jason "Hendricks" Hendrickson<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong> Demolisher<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Recruitable<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Los Angeles, Sunset Boulevard<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong> Domino, Wolverine, &amp; Power Princess<br/></span></span><hr/><br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Screaming, everything was screaming; no, it was his ears ringing. Slumped against a whining, silver Porsche was a disoriented Marine. Smoke rose off his skin and not too far away from him was a flaming rotten apple. He stared at it to aid him in gathering his focus. His brown eyes motioned over to the mini mart that was nothing more than an immense bonfire. It had been a close one. Slowly, he rose to his feet using the vehicle for support. He patted his shirt and pants and gazed first to his left, staring down the empty sidewalk before he looked then to his right. Where was he? He knew he still had to be in the area. An airborne object hovered in his peripherals, and slowly his eyes rose to meet it. The ship had been the first thing he noticed, but the floating, purple-wearing warrior would be the last and most frightening. She looked like serious business. Who were these people? Nervously, Hendricks began to creep backwards before he decided to whirl and run.<br/><br/>Damn it, whose side were they on? Not only did he have to deal with strangers, but he had to keep an eye out for his old battle!</span></span>