<strong>Myriad within the Safehouse (NYC)</strong><br/><br/>There was a short pause as a phone began to ring. Ringing several times. The security guard frowned there as he picked up the phone, and looking at Valerie handed the phone over to one of 'her' copies. The guard whispered quietly, covering the bottom for a moment as he said this. "Trouble."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">The Call</div><div class="spoiler_body">"Val! I saw you on the news! Damn, you were in a lot of trouble from what I heard on the news. I got to hear from you again, so its worth it. Guess who's phone I found at the scene? Your bodyguard's. Your name on it too." There was no mistaking her stalker's voice. "Babygirl, you need to come into my care. I know people that can protect you. Especially if you come along into the adult industry. You know what twins and even triplets make? Quad-triple it or whatever, you are a massive cash-magnet for them if you signed up, and you could always keep 'some' of you working and 'some' not, heheh who knows maybe you'd grow to like it..." The guy's tone sounded amused, but something else was in the background. Sound of fast movement breaking, like in a subway.</div></div><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><strong>Everyone within the Safehouse (NYC)</strong><br/><br/>The security guard turned on the nearby television, skipping channels to find the correct one and grimacing. "...shoot-out. The police states they are unwilling to comment, but a newschopper approaching the scene was<em>shot at</em>preventing the filming of the scene. As you can see from here though, the aftermath is frightening. When metahumans are out on the street, nobody is safe." The woman speaking on the screen gestured at the broken wall where grenade launcher hit, the trashed cars, the broken chopper, the remnants of a grass wall fallen over at the scene but also the puddles of blood.<br/><br/>"The police refuse to comment but the scene says enough as it is. We were able to obtain a statement of one..." The screen shifted to a young woman, one of the other drivers when the shooting began after the crash. "..eyewitness, that took a few pictures of the people involved." The images of the crashed cars. An image of Valerie getting out, Image of the thug approaching with a submachine gun in hand at her.<br/><br/>"Having to flee when shots began, the eyewitness stated that these people obviously came to apprehend this woman." The close-up came, showing a grained, but identifiable image of Valerie Dobson. Next to it was moment later loaded the image of her at the press conference.<br/><br/>"Myriad Incorporation was only just formed, and already its under attack. Is this just an<em>example</em>of the force these<em>metas</em>possess? If so, I fear for everyone she works with, for she is not only an army of one, but she is<em>armed.</em>"<br/><br/>"There were others. Allies. Came to her help." The woman at the side said in broken english, or perhaps she was still a bit panicked. She didn't even seem excited to be on television. "But you have no pictures of them?" "No, I ran." She answered and the reporter moved to another topic.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><strong>Beat (Baltimore)</strong><br/><br/>Eyeing Beat and nodding his head casually the man gestured for him to take a seat. He was wearing a black suit, from the looks of it that was a tailor-made one. He had a caucasian look to him, though a bit of a darker, olive shaded skin, like a mediterranean man. Like a greek. His hair was short and finely cut, black in shade and neatly cut, his left wrist holding a silver watch that looked quite pricey as well.<br/><br/>"I wish to speak with you, and I was hoping to make an offer to you. Hades Enterprises is looking for young stars. In particular, young stars that are willing to do what has to be done." The man crossed his fingers, staring at him intently. There was something calculative about him, that showed. "I want you to recover a person for me. A healer. A metahuman. She was recently taken captive, and I know by whom and where. What I need is someone that is willing to intrude. Raw physical strength wont help, I need someone capable of doing things even without touching them directly." He stared at Beat.<br/><br/>"So, can I count on your help? This offer is on the table, and in return for your services rendered, the Hades is willing to cover any expenses, lawsuits that might result from taking action, as well as reward you with a hundred thousand american dollars."