Method of Genocide (Invite Only)

The hook was in the fish's mouth. Hurricane had successfully manipulated his words in a way that would put Jack on his side, even if temporary. It had to last until he got out of this building. If the vial containing the virus were broken, Hurricane could be effected and die. But that was a necessary risk in comparison with the one that was larger at stake, that is, the virus being in existence. It would thwart any of his future attempts at achieving his goal. This was a good thing, for now. He was right about one thing. He 'Don't know nothin' about what was going on, or how to deal with it. Fortunate for him, however, Hurricane knew exactly how to control the situation. Crushing the vial was out of the question. It needed proper terms for disposal.

"I'm glad you can see reason. There isn't many who show the intellect to try. Do me one favor though. Could you help carry Rush? You seem the strong type, Mister... what was your name again?." He said as he raised an eyebrow and continued on pacing down towards the hallway leading to the exit.

(Heroes have been invited. Awaiting reply from Swordsmaster & Riccto)

A mother F’ing Hurricane that was why Darren Cross or Swordsmaster, youngest member of the Talons, was here in Chicago, Illinois with a new member of the Talons. Campeon, or some sort of weird name like that, whatever it was the guy was a boxer and therefore Swords automatically liked him. This guy was their very own Rocky in some weird Spanish way, but still a subpar boxer and defiantly awesome too. But, back on the reason they were in, or rather a couple miles out of but still near, the windy city was because of a Hurricane that had apparently been tormenting a government facility and then some super’s decided they could go in and wreck the place. That was so not happening on his watch! Bad Guys never learned did they? “So, who do you th-woa…” he muttered looking at the scene of carnage before them as they entered the building.

“Come on Campeon, keep up.” He muttered pulling his hood down tighter around his face as he took off as fast as he could down the hallway, to try and figure out just what was causing all of this chaos. As he was approaching the opening into the next room he heard voices and so did a couple back flips to slow himself down to a stop. A he landed gracefully on his feet, he got into a crouched position holding a hand up to stop the boxer. “Shh, I hear voices up a head let’s surprise ‘em.” He said with a grin upon his childish face. He knew how to be serious, he knew when to stop talking, and he had led a gang back home in Australia so he knew it all, but he just didn’t care. To him everything was just a big game and eventually he would come out on top. At least that’s what he believed, the hero never lost, right?

Unsheathing his sword as quietly as he could he held it in his left hand, he had to use his left using his right this would be over to quickly, and that was not fun. “Ready?” He whispered to Campeon with a smirk as he sprung to his feet and raced into the room expecting there to be like a million gun men, some bad ass meta-human, and a hostage government agent or two but what he saw was not what he was expecting. Standing in the middle of a beat up room was an unconscious guy, and well okay a bad ass meta-human what he figured at least, and someone…someone he knew. He almost dropped his sword upon the site of the guy. “J-Jack? What the hell are you doing here?” He asked getting into a fighting position sword at the ready. “Dude, you know this place was attacked by hurricanes and some messed up super bad guys, so as a part of the Talons if you were a part of this I’ma have to ask you to stand down or prepare to fight.”

Campeon was both excited and a bit more on the confused side for his first trip to Chicago as a member of the Talon's. It was exciting for the simple reason for that it was first trip to Chicago as a member as the Talons. Before he was just operating in the handful of neighborhoods he had put under his personal watch. Now he was traveling all the way out to Chicago just to help people. This was a step up from the little island and those boroughs he had kept safe from thugs, goons and the occasional b-list super villain. Now he was helping out with a localized hurricane in Chicago! Which was confusing him Why would a hurricane sprout up so far inland? As Talon's resident Puerto Rican and thus resident Hurricane he had helped out with many hurricanes that strike the tiny island every single hurricane season. He would always make sure to book a flight back home to drag whoevers roof off the top of mountain two towns over but this was different. Apparently while the facility was being rocked by nasty weather some unknown figures had been spotted near the facility. Now this to Campeon sounded a bit like a metahuman scale smash and grab. Instead of driving a truck through the front window the perp laid a hurricane on their doorstep . Campeon's theorys were begining to be confirmed as He and Swordmaster, nice kid. Chatty, had approached the facility and saw the bodies of men strewn all about, most of them killed instantly by headshot. Curious. Campeon tightened his large overcoat around his shoulders as he entered the building.

"Sorry. I'm on the slow side..." He murmured as he trailed behind the younger and more spry Swordmaster, He had to work rather hard as he tried to keep up with his more agile partner. It would be pretty terrible if I lost my partner on the very first job Campeon thought to himself as he trailed quite a distance behind Swordmaster. He grimaced every time he spotted a dead service member lying dead on the ground peppered with bullet holes and only further validated the idea that this was some kind of high powered smash and grab operation for whatever was held in this facility. All Campeon knew was that it was something real important for them to get. And that gave Campeon the conviction to stop whomever did this. He tightened the wraps on his fists as he ran, almost crashing into Swordmaster. He dropped into a low crouch beside him, adjusting his cap and his hand wraps as Swordmaster spoke to him "Yes, Lets." The difference in their faces being that Swordmaster's was of childish excitement whereas Campeon had a grim conviction. Whomever was in the other room Campeon will enter as the challenger. Prepared to fight for whomever had lost their lives in fighting off this obscene robbery that left so many dead or injured.

He burst into the room his overcoat fell off of him landing in the other room. Campeon made no attempt to pick it up, he would pick it up after he was done bringing down whoever needed to be brought down. Campeons focus broke into confusion for a moment when he entered the room. A man laying unconscious on the ground with a face that had been clearly been beaten on past its limit, and two men conversing, one of them flying even! Swordmaster had apparently known one of them had his own questions for him. Campeon remained silent at Swordmaster's side but his focus was on the man in the air.

Darren listened to everything that was said from both Jack and the Flying Man, and couldn’t believe a word of it. When was there ever good reason to kill people? Usually Darren was all fun and games, jokes and stuff while he kicked ass but right now, right now he was serious. That was happening more and more it seemed as he dealt with bigger and bigger situations, but he just couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “So, you’re saying you killed countless people over virus that could wipe out the entire meta-human race? You are going to justify all these deaths that could have been prevented over something that could have happened? You’re a sick fuck flying dude.” Swordsmaster was obviously not going to let these two leave without paying somewhat for the lives of all these people here. Usually he didn’t care about what the government did and what not; but they were still people and had families.

He didn’t care what they did with the virus, the guy was obviously smart so they could destroy it or whatever if they wanted but Flying Psycho was going to pay for what he did to the people who resided here. If not for them, then for their innocent families back home who now had no father, brother, mother, sister, or whatever like he himself. This man had possibly just made more orphans in this destruction than Darren had known at the orphanage. “No, we are going to contain you, contain you for murder, you just made innocent people lose their family members, made children into orphans with your big ass twister.” He knew Jack was going to make this a fair fight, that’s all the man ever wanted was to fight and Swords was going to give it to him if it meant taking down the Hurricane Man who caused all this death and destruction.

“Campeon take the Flying Psycho, Jack you got yourself a deal. This man needs to pay for what he has done. If you can’t see it…then I’ll make you.” He removed his hood so he could see better, raised his sword and took off sprinting at the bladed man in front of him. When in swords reach of Jack he slashed out at the man’s side and spun to the side attempting to send a backwards swing, or ‘hack’ at the man’s left side. It wasn’t much of a duo or attack but he really wanted to see Jack in action, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try. Oh no, he was going to give jack his all, that much he could count on. After the spin to the side he stood in a defensive position, like that of an ancient European Knight. Then when he was done there he’d help Campeon take out the Flying Psycho.

((OOC: Unfortunately, it would seem that way. A little frustrating I know. Unfortunately not much we can do about it at this point. At the time it seemed like a good idea.))

Campeon was sickened after what he had heard. He didnt quite comprehend all of what was said to him but had got the gist. This flying man had broken in here, killed a whole bunch of people just to take a vial of some something that could potentially kill all Metahumans. Which is pretty bad too considering he was a Metahuman himself after his accidental "Baptism" on that one fateful night. So is he to suffer as well if this virus were to be released into the world as well? Who knows? Campeons thoughts were racing as he stood there sizing up the man flying in the air.

Are people really that afraid of people like us that they could want to kill us all? Campeon thought to himself. He would like to think that it wasnt true but fear can drive people to do crazy things. Things like kill a group of people just for being different than everyone else. ...But what if this guy wants to make sure that there will be no counter-punch to what ever he will do he did just kill a whole mess of people for this one little thing...

Focus! This is for real and a whole mess of marbles are on the line! He continued his focused stare right through Hurricane not glancing to any of the other parties as they spoke nor making a single word in response as they each went on their own personal tirade. When Darren had told him to take on Hurrcaine he only responded with a curt "Rodger"

Thats what I'm supposed to say in this situation right? Rodger. Focus damn you! Its Showtime on your opener. Its time to go!

Campeon quickly went into action. With his fists up in his standard Peek-A-Boo stance he leaned forward into onto his toes. From there he literally leapt into action using his toe and calf muscles he launched himself like a cannonball towards Hurricane but not directly at him. As he traveled towards him he was buffetted by the winds that held Hurricane aloft but his plan was still sound. When Campeon came in range at the absolute last moment he shot his arm outward from the stance to the side in a attempt to preform a Lariat across Hurrcaines body in a attempt to bring the fight to a place where he held some domain.

((OOC Ending: Because of the severe postponing of this topic, Jack and I have decided to retcon the events with the Talons. So in effect, the meeting between us and the Two Talon's never happened. I wish to move this thread forward at a much quicker pace, and that doesn't seem to be happening with the current addition of cast in the topic.

This is also the Conclusion of the Topic. Hurricane and Jack can easily make it out of the Research Facility without any major obstacles. The events that happened in this topic will be part of a Future plot for a Player-made Arc.))