<strong>Paradox (NYC)</strong><br/><br/>"You're not supposed-" The woman sighed seeing him head to the door, then nodding. "Fine. What do you need?" She moved to join him, the two soldiers outside the room looking at Paradox warily. The area they were in had large doors further off, with a sturdy lock on this side, a wall-sign reading<em>Research Department</em>and under it<em>Trespassers will be Prosecuted</em>. The doors next to them, leading to the rest of the hospital area perhaps, were marked with red tape over them at the handle's height.<br/><br/>There were a lot of computers in a larger room at the back, with glass window along with a tight metal netting. Faraday cage. Whatever was in the Faraday Cage was isolated, there was no network connection to what remained within it. The build of that cage was serving its purpose, isolating them entirely. If the look of the armored glass and the lock in the door were to be trusted, it was a very secure build as well. Not to mention it looked airtight. Someone had put a lot of effort into making that room.<br/><br/>There were other machines nearby as well, but the woman moving ahead paused before a door behind which Paradox could feel less 'secured' machines, several computers set at ready.<br/><br/>"I suppose you can wander some but I want those proof today, and you cant cross any doors marked with a red stripe." Her tone was entirely serious. "What do you need?" She watched him, careful, but the soldiers relaxed at the spot.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>Dominic (Philadelphia)</strong><br/><br/>Switching the channels, Dominic got a view of several channels showing the same area edited out, it seemed no channel was eager to show that area for some reason. Nonetheless, as he was hopping through channels he also ran into a small channel showing a report from somewhere in Afghanistan.<br/><br/>"...emerged unscatched. Several mobile artillery batteries were called in to assist, responding to the attack. The Afghanistan officials are entering negotiation with the U.S about military assistance in hunting down this living weapon." The report showed burning ruins of what must have been a small town.<br/><br/>"Just an hour's drive from Kabul, this place was attacked savagely without warning leading to seventeen deaths and over fifty injuries. Several people are still in critical care, as the military is trying to track down this individual, nicknamed<em>Hyena</em>due to the captured audio and visual recordings. We warn you, these next images are disturbing."<br/><br/>The image shifted to show a man that looked truly twisted, bare of clothing but covered with a mixture of fur and some sort of bone spikes. Laughing manically, he was literally tearing chunks out of people while pressing on, the footage showing a police shooting at him directly, before he swung his arm and several spikes of bone flew off his arm in the swift motion, nailing the policeman's arm, stomach and cheek. The camera dropped but a moment later, and the image shifted back to studio.<br/><br/>"This development has lead to some increased talk about need to control metahumans..." The door knock interrupted things at that point.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Marie seemed to be enjoying her time at Dominic's side as the two of them reached downstairs, the restaurant area seeming to be mostly empty but a delightful scent in the air of fresh food, and a couple of people eating pasta there nearby, waiting for him. As Dominic came downstairs the receptionist man rushed over to Dominic. "Sir, you have two messages waiting you at the counter." He bowed his head at Dominic and his date for the evening. "Neither one is urgent, please enjoy your evening."