CL-9
Something Lilian said to Infinity reminded the android of a topic she'd been thinking about all day. Mr. Warren's mission. It was top-secret, really hush-hush. Not even she knew, and before she'd been assigned to Lilian, Mr. Warren had always told her everything. Perhaps he no longer trusted her. Perhaps he was looking to replace her. It wouldn't surprise her if this was his intention, as he was often very callous in regards to those that answer to him.
She was so absorbed in her thoughts, that she hadn't even n
oticed a conflict brewing between Mr. Carter and... she frowned. A pile of trash. It had no skeletal structure, no visible source of being 'sentient', yet it was moving around and-
Now the conflict had finished brewing, as it was now an actual fight. It was... what was the word... what was this feeling... humor? Was this something funny? She found herself smiling at the sight of Infinity's serious face as he battled against a literal pile of garbage. It was... silly. However, she snapped back to her senses quickly, almost instinctually grasping Lilian by her wrist, and gently pulling her away from the conflict. "I'd advise that we stay out of this." She told the woman, looking back at the garbage man as her visual sensors flashed with a film, and the world around her changed through her eyes. Everything had a deep green hue to it, but there seemed to be strands of blue wafting off of the garbage man's body, strings that flickered in and out with every movement the creature made. These strings drifted outside, presumably to whomever was controlling it.
This vision she had, dubbed 'Telekivision' by Mr. Warren, was something that had been installed shortly after Telekine-kid had been inducted into the Paragons. It wasn't common knowledge at all, but the android was well aware that Mr. Warren had a contingency plan for every single superhuman he could gather information on, Paragon or not. She decided to offer some verbal support to Infinity. "This construct is not sentient." She informed him. "It is being manipulated by a person with a certain type of telekinetic ability. I have reason to believe this controller is in the sewers beneath us."
During all of this, the restaurant was quickly emptying as civilians quickly made their way outside, not appearing frightened in the slightest. In fact, they actually seemed annoying, casting glares back to Infinity and the garbage man.
Charles Warren
"I'm glad you asked." The billionaire smiled as he tucked his hands behind his back, and marched along the side of the map, staring at it with a look of mild interest. "You. Or those like you. This is the algorithm I used to track your position all those years ago. From what I've been able to gather over the years... you're not the only one of your kind." He shifted his gaze upon Ignizio for a moment. "Not human. Not superhuman. No, you're something... alien. Just like that." He pointed a finger at the pulsating, bright, blue dot. "This one... I believe it is an opposite to you. You have means of fire and heat, as my algorithm told me far before I witnessed your power for myself. This one has the means of ice and cold. And it has become far more active lately. My algorithm has also detected two others, though they're much more difficult to pin down. Always on the move. Rarely using their abilities..." He stopped circling the map, turning to look at Ignizio fully, a twinkle in his eye. "It is my intention to recruit these individuals. With you, I have a quarter of my team accomplished. A team that has the means of killing Patriot, and any like him. A team that will pave the way for a better, more prosperous future. My employees, my company, my inventions... these are my will. My voice. But you? You are my dagger. My blade. A knife in the dead of night. Swift, deadly, and final. Concluding my monologue... this other you. This frost-powered individual. I need you to meet them. I'm sure you'd much rather have something to do, so this is your first mission. Make first contact, and do what you can to recruit them to our side. I will be sending a research team to accompany you, I'd prefer if you brought most of them back alive. Their work will be far different from yours, but just as important. Questions?"
Yin Li
She stared at Sparkblade for a moment as he tried and failed to assault Massi directly, soaking in his command. Her eyes narrowed at this, but it did alert her to the fact that she'd been so focused on putting an end to this, that she'd neglected her primary goal as Chief of Police. The safety and security of her city and those within it.
A quick look around her told her one thing. Her city wasn't safe, and neither were its people. But not because she'd neglected them. Not because she'd failed. No. Because of people like Sparkblade. Like Massi. Like Patriot. She scoffed at the command he'd given her. With the people around her fleeing from not just Massi, but this conflict going on a block away with some crazed lunatic taking on Paragons... no, her place was here. As much as she despised Sparkblade, she'd need to ignore him to focus on the bigger threat of Massi.
Her bullets seemed to do nothing to it. Or maybe they did affect it but it just didn't show pain like most other creatures. Whatever. She'd need something a lot more... potent to use. Her taser could do something, but she'd have to go in close for that. So the next best option arose. Using the environment to her advantage.
She looked back at the motorcycle she'd taken, a plan forming. "Hey, Sparkblade!" She called to the vigilante. "Keep that fucker on the ground for as long as you can!" With that, she dashed back to the motorcycle, dropping to a knee and tugging a knife out of her boot. Yin looked for the fuel tank, finding it and puncturing a hole. Gasoline began to spill out. With no time to waste, she mounted the bike, revving it to life, before driving it full-throttle at Massi. One she was a couple meters away, she leaped off the bike, stumbling to the ground as the motorcycle made to ram into Massi's form before he could escape. A trail of gasoline went from the street to Massi's position, and the Chief scrambled her way to the trail as quickly as she could. "Get clear of it!" She yelled at Sparkblade, yanking a lighter from her pocket and dropping to the ground once again, quickly lighting the trail on fire.
Without a look behind her, Officer Li charged out of the alley just as an explosion ripped into the air, the force of it sending her flying forward, skidding to the ground on her hands and feet, tearing her skin up, but leaving her relatively fine. With bated breath, she whirled about to see if her plan had worked... or if she really was as useless as Patriot implied.
