And so the hunt begins

The windy city of Chicago sure lived up to its reputation. For bein really windy. A bit too windy for his taste. Still he had no reason to complain. Good weapons didn't complain, and he was supposed to be among the best. Built as a killing machine. Skin tougher than steel, and his own special little power. All for the purpose of killing. Whether it be in war or otherwise. He was to kill without remorse. Still that to him seemed impossible. Life to him was sacred no matter how evil it was. So that order was hard to fufill. Still he did it.

The wind no matter how hard it blew didn't toussle his soft brown hair. Which was messy yet still looked good. Green sparkly eyes looking around, as he walked through the streets. Wearing a comfortable light blue t-shirt and slightly loose blue jeans. Wearing a faded pair of nike's. Thin white hands dug into his pockets.

Then the cry of a woman caught his attention. He saw a young lady being mugged in an allyway. A man with a gun threatened her. So he thought why not? Theres no harm in helping her. With a spring in his step he approached the two. "Hey you! What the hell do you think your doing" Spencer called out gruffly. The man acted instantly gun pointed at him. A bang as he pulled the trigger. The feel of a bullet touching his skin. Bouncing off of his skin and pinging to the ground. In the next instant he realized what was happening. Spencer burst into a full run. While the robber tried to scramble away. Falling on his ass. With a smirk Spencer gripped the mans shoulder. Allowing a current of electricity to flow into the mans body. Only enough to render him unconciouss.

Satisfied he pulled the purse from the mans hands, and gave it to the woman. She murmered a thanks and ran away. That was what he got for helping her. Spencer smiled.
"Glad to help"

Dressed in his black business suit with his favorite pair of shades on,he couldn't believe his eyes, a metahuman in his town without him knowing. From the looks of things this guy was a hero, but he might be a renegade looking for a reward. He decided to chance it and walked over to him and introduced himself."Good day, I saw what you did i'm rather impressed my name is Schneider, what pray tell is yours?" He asked smiling his usual sly smile. Holding out his hand for him to take, planning on taking his blood fo analysis.

"My names Spencer. Spencer Suede" he replied gripping the mans hand tightly. Sparkly green eyes looking into the strange mans. Who the strange man was puzzled him. Coming up to him and introducing himself like it was nothing. He had balls. Spencer gave him that. Still he had learned trusting someone was not always the best option. Even though it came naturally to him. The "innocent child" as some called him. Noone took him seriously. Thats what gave him the edge. That was what made him a deadly weapon. Why he was so prized by that damned project. Why they kidnapped him and did horrible procedures to him.

He smiled hiding the conflict within. "So what brings you to this part of Chicago?" He was breaking the ice. Keeping a bubbly smile on his face. Now he waited for an answer.