It was two days later, and Velocity, Quarrel, Superbus, and Quasar had been summoned to the lair affectionately known as the Bubble.  The riots were ongoing, but had begun to fade into the background as the National Guard had been brought in to help restore order, and to help with the toxic clean-up near the docks.  The explosion of the chemicals inside the research ship had destroyed several blocks, even worse, the explosive reaction had contaminated a massive area of land and water with highly toxic substances.  Casualties were fairly light, a few reporters killed in a helicopter, a number of rioters, and a handful of innocents.  But that didn't change that the Mayor was on the warpath, and public sentiment seemed to be on his side.<br/><br/>The Bubble was located beneath the harbour, a high-tech laboratory for the hero known as Royal Blue.  He was the head of the group that called themselves the Watchers, and were self-proclaimed mentors to the up and coming generation of super-heroes.<br/><br/>"How many times have you been told not to act so rashly!"  Royal Blue lectured as he paced, the metal boots of his clanging off the metal floor, his voice muffled by a high-tech helmet.  Behind him Stardust stood with her arms crossed, a disapproving glare aimed at Quasar.<br/><br/>"We can't do our job if we are always doing damage control!"  The last was all but a shout, one of the few times that they, or anyone, had seen Royal Blue lose his temper.  Velocity and Quarrel, out of the direct line of fire, could only watch.<br/><br/>"I have one of your friends in intensive care, another missing, and the third has gone into seclusion!"  Royal Blue growled.  "I have a Mayor who has declared war on our kind.  I have ongoing riots.  I have villains running rampant.  And I have YOU!"<br/><br/>"Well!?  What do you have to say for ourselves?"<br/><br/>Next to Velocity and Quarrel, Blackjack, dressed in his usual trench-coat, his face unshaven and his hair artfully styled, was eating from a bag of chips as he watched the scene.<br/><br/>"Why are you two here?"  He asked as he stifled a burp.  "Is it about the farm?  Fucking demons.  Claws leave scars, don't let anyone tell you otherwise."