<div class="floatleft">(https://jessicajayneauthor.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/phq83x3ccovopo.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Blake Lloyd Campbell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=310417.msg15069284#msg15069284)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>NYPD Uniform<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Sep 10, 2019<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Mid-Day<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Avengers Tower<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>A~nd, he's out.<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Madam Satan, Hellstrom, Cipher, Blackout, Law and Daredevil<br/><hr/><br/>As though on cue (after Daredevil’s comment), the electricity in the tower suddenly powered on. A hologram of a green and red alien or some sort of humanoid appeared in the middle of the room. He then immediately went into a brief informing everyone why they were there. Blake was at a loss for words. Did he receive the text message by mistake? He glanced around at the costumed heroes, and even the ones not in costume were acquainted with each other. He was the odd man out, and it made him feel very uncomfortable. He became even more comfortable when the briefer emphasized the apparently classified part of the discussion. Blake’s jaw tightened some. He had at least a SECRET clearance, but nothing higher.<em>Secret Avengers.</em><br/><br/>Like an idiot, Blake listened to everything. How there could be some new criminal organization on the rise selling an unknown drug to adolescents. He had heard everything, whether he felt the text message was sent to him by mistake or not. Now he knew information he probably shouldn’t had known. Why didn’t he just walk out when he had the chance?<br/><br/><em>It couldn’t have been by mistake,</em>Blake mused. Had it been SHIELD? For the others who surrounded him who were used to playing the superhero field, this was overwhelming to him. He had a partner in the car. He was still on duty. The investigation wasn’t going to be a problem, but accepting his role in this new team. He didn’t know if he was ready for that.<br/><br/>The cop turned toward the door and stopped a moment. He felt destiny; regret; whatever that strong feeling was where it felt like strings were attached to his heart and being tugged. That was what was happening. He needed to think about it. Maybe a day. The worst part was that he was alone on the decision. He couldn’t tell anyone not his boss or his partner. Shit; he had to come up with a story to cover up this whole situation.<br/><br/>“Sorry to interrupt,” Blake said before he walked out. He was about to take the stairs, but then he figured if the power was back on then he could catch the elevator. He approached the elevator and pressed the down button as he waited for it to arrive.