<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>Eavesdropping<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Stairs (https://youtu.be/_VcXeddASyY)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Madam Satan, Hellstrom, Cipher, Blackout, Law and Daredevil<br/><hr/><br/>There was shouting inside…Hellstrom. Blake frowned in contemplation. One of the lawbreakers was named Hellstrom? A deep voice confirmed it after. Daimon Hellstrom. They were identifying themselves, and it was going to make catching them easy if they tried to flee. He had thought he heard someone mention the Jean Grey school earlier, which meant there were mutants inside and dealing with them was going to be a pain. Blake counted three voices, but there still could have been more inside. Some who just didn’t speak.<br/><br/><strong>Excuse me, sir?...</strong><br/><br/>Blake’s head snapped over his shoulder so fast to regard the woman he had chased suddenly behind him. His eyes were wide in startle and his hand naturally went to rest on his firearm. The cop made no further motion as he processed the rest of what she was asking him. The text message. She had received it too. The next thing she said, he didn’t really care about. Blake stood and faced her, his hand no longer on his weapon. His lips parted to speak, but then he closed them. If he was going to talk to her, then he might as well spoke to the rest of them. Blake faced the door, looking it up and down. This one was normal.<br/><br/>(https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjU0LjAwMDAwMC5RbUZ1WnlFLC4w/twelve-ton-goldfish.regular.png)<br/><br/>The doors of the lounge flew open as Blake lowered his foot and marched in. “NYPD! All of you are trespassin’ on property owned by the state. You can either clear outta here or I’m finin’ all you guys. Your comrade here was tellin’ me about a text message. If you noticed the state of this place, then bells shoulda’ been ringin’. It’s probably all a joke.”<br/><br/>As he was talking, the cop noticed Daredevil. Out of all the strangers gathered, the Daredevil was the only one he recognized by costume alone. What NYPD cop hadn’t heard of the Daredevil and witnessed his accomplishments? Blake’s brows rose a little in surprise to see him here.<br/><br/>“Daredevil…you uh…you gotta text message too?” Blake was starting to not feel so certain about his earlier claim. He once again looked around at those gathered. Some of them were wearing their costumes. This wasn’t a group of thugs, but a group of heroes—most of them at least.