Crosshair waded his way through the sewers, walking through several blocks. It had taken years for him to memorize the layout of the various underground tunnels that stretched underneath the city, but it had been worth it. It was one of the few things that allowed Crosshair to keep an edge on evading anyone, from criminals to the Police to even some of the Paragon. Even so, he knew he had to be careful.
After some time, Crosshair made his way to a plain metal door with caution tape over it. Ducking under the caution tape, Crosshair opened the door and entered in to what he called his 'home'. It was what used to have been a maintenance and machine room that fell into disuse and had been abandoned. Crosshair had spent a good amount of time and money modifying the place and cleaning it up. It was livable now, with a makeshift gym area, a small firing range with sound-absorbent walls, a small armory full of weapons, a place to sleep, and a computer and map of the city.
Crosshair unloaded his gear, making sure to clean and carefully put away any firearms he had used that day. As he did so, he gave careful thought to the events that had gone down. It had been a lot... The bank robbery foiled by Patroit... then that insanity that was the arms deal of the Double Drakons. That had probably gone the worst possible way. Sparkblade of all people had shown up, killing whoever was leading that arms deal. Now Crosshair had no way of knowing if that man was working on his own or part of a larger weapons ring. Then there was that... thing... that had been attracted to the fighting. Crosshair had never seen that creature before, and that was a problem. Information was one of the greatest powers there were, and right now Crosshair knew nothing. Worst of all, the only this Crosshair had been able to snatch from that weapons deal was the Flamethrower and a few canisters of fuel. A very niche weapon for Crosshair, but now that the strange creature was about Crosshair figured that it was lucky he had decided to take it.
Having cleaned and put away his weapons, Crosshair sat down at his computer. Heavy resistance to normal bullets, shrugging off explosives, plus an ability to refigure it's body into weapons. It didn't appear to be particularly intelligent, but then again Crosshair couldn't know that for sure. The last thing he wanted to do was to underestimate this thing. The vigilante typed into the search bar a few details he could remember from the fight with the monster, then selected "I'm feeling lucky".
Crosshair spent a few hours scouring the web. Most of it was bullcrap, or linked to horror movies, or just plain wrong. But then Crosshair stumbled across a gold mine. A forum by some person online, having noted and compiled a great deal of data on a multitude of killings. Pictures, locations, reports... Crosshair was starting to get a picture of what exactly they were up against. Hell, there were even rumors that this thing had even killed a few small-time supers. While the heroes Purple Mask and Obsidian hadn't been drained like some of the other corpses had, their other wounds were the rather similar. And now it was here, in this city.
Crosshair leaned back in his chair, letting out a breath. As much as he didn't want to admit it... he might need some help on this one. But who? Crosshair looked over at his map of the city. The Paragons were strong, but would they really believe him? Perhaps this was a threat more suited for the likes of Adapter or Patroit. Maybe. But Crosshair wanted a shot at this guy. Perhaps he should attempt to contact that techno-thief that had been robbing tech companies, the one known as 'Techno'. While others may have viewed them as a plain criminal, Crosshair found it a bit suspicious that the companies the tech thief were hitting were known for shady things. Then there was a Sparkblade. Crosshair had seen him around, and he knew firsthand the threat they were facing.
Picking up one of his burner phones, Crosshair decided to leave it up to chance. The vigilante typed in a random string of numbers before pressing dial. Whoever it called, hopefully they would be able to help.
Little did Crosshair know, the random number he had dialed happened to be to one Shuzo Takeshi...
