For Victory, For Intellect...[Closed to Plural and Solaronic]

Venatorus once again drove to his office, where he is called Edward Monroe. He was glad to be back in DC, glad to be back stateside. After that horrible meeting in the UK, and the fight with the Coronel, he was looking forward to some much needed rest. Unfortunately, that would have to wait. As soon as his plane landed, he received a call from his office, saying there was a serial murder case that he needed to study. He sighed, fantasizing about the 1987 Domaine Romanée-Conti sitting unopened on a shelf back at his apartment. It had been a gift from the president and his wife, and was said to be the best wine in the world. It seemed it would have to wait a little while longer. While he was physically incapable of getting drunk, he still had an immense craving for alcohol, as do all Elrenians.

These thoughts and more ran through his head as he was stuck in traffic. He glanced out the window, and saw a very peculiar sight. There was a very attractive woman sitting alone in front of a small coffee shop, to which he was a regular. He considered stopping by for a cup, but quickly decided against it; he was probably going to be late as it was. There was something odd about the woman. He couldn't quite place it. Maybe it had to do with the rather large bird on her shoulder, which seemed to be more aware than it should have. She seemed strangely familiar, though he was sure he had never seen her on Earth. Maybe on Elrenia, or one of his many extraterrestrial travels? He quickly dismissed the idea; in all of his eighty-three years on Earth, he knew of only one other alien on this planet. He was the reason for that particular meeting.

As his thoughts turned to the matter of that particular extraterrestrial, he quickly sobered. He turned his head forward and slowly inched forward in the never ending battle that is traffic. If he had looked back however, he would have noticed both the woman and her bird watching him.

The shrill metal shriek of stressed metal rang out from what passed for a nice leather office chair in the office of Washingnton DC's DA's office. The sound wasn't too abnormal since the chair was currently being occupied. What was abnormal however, was the fact that its occupant wasn't its owner. Hell it wasn't even a full adult nor someone who even called DC their home.

Plural, the One Teen Army, sat in the office of one Edward Monroe thoroughly unenthused to still be waiting for the guy to show up. He'd been sitting in his office for nearly an hour, waiting on the guy's arrival, spending his time trying to entertain himself with the meager accoutremetns of the room.

It had taken literally seconds to access the man's computer and that had only managed to interest the boy for fifteen minutes. Going through the various case files that were flagged as 'of interest' to him, namely because they could be, even loosely traced back to involving a senator or other public official had grown exceedingly boring rather quickly. He'd even disassembled the majority of the mechanical devices on the desk and put them back together and had improved the functionality of the computer. As it stood, for the moment he had devolved to think about innumerable thigns until the guy arrived.

In the back of his mind, he could sense the diligent working of his alibi clone back in Los Angeles. Luckily he was more than far enough away that the clone couldn't have even felt his mild jealousy. At least the clone had something to actually be doing as opposed to simply planning and theorizing.

Currently the teen was bemusing himself with the idea that he was sitting in the capital of the worlds foremost superpower and had more information and raw power at his fingertips the combined might of the nation's lawmakers, the judges who deigned to pass judgement based on said laws, and even the man with his finger on the proverbial button that could decimate countries and delve the world into a war. It was actually pretty pitiable when he looked at it from this angle. Heck even his ally in this so called mission, Saileyra was in the same boat as he was in terms of information and power and the two of them could walk around DC wtih relative impunity, dong just about whatever they pleased. Lucky for the American people, they were on the side of the planet.

The OCEAN operatives only in the city for one reason. Adam had recently detected a somewhat unique energy signature that didn't correspond to any known wavelength of energy present on Earth and he had informed Sai about it after he'd managed to narrow down what he believed to be the source, specifically the District Attorney of Washington DC. Being of temporally extraterrestrial origin, he figured that Sai might find interest in a potentially alien technology. As it stood, he was interested in witnessing the abnormal energy to assess and document it. Sai had decided that the source could either aid them or if it was someone manipulating the energy, they might be of some sort of help to OCEAN in a more direct fashion, so there Plural sat ready to jury rig the man's computer into a hard light projector just ot amuse himself until he got there.

At least he was until a proximity alert popped up across the surface of his Multiple Goggles alerting him to the fact that faint traces of the energy signature in question were within a particular distance of his current location. The resounding clatter and cry of the stressed metal occured again as he sat up straight in the chair, and with a few flicks of his wrist and flutters of his fingers , live feed from the nearest traffic cam to the source was overlaying the rest of the data scrolling across his HUD. the black and white imagery did little to inform him for a few seconds until he cross referenced information about Monroe and recognized his vehicle stucck amngst the traffic.

Sighing, he spoke quietly through his mask, "EDEN, patch me through to Saileyra... Sai? Ok I've got Monroe's location, he's...literally right next to you it seems actually. About 30 yards on your one o'clock. He's in the navy sedan. I presume he's headed for my location, mostly because his office called him to come look at a case, which I've already finished the work on for him, so he's going to have some free time when he finally gets here. Just a heads up. The traffic's got him slowed down though, if you want, I can resolve his problem at the inconvenience of anyone on the North/South streets, just lemme know."

Fucking traffic even found a way to inconvenience and irritate the likes of the world's smartest man.

He noticed her but she looked like one of those bitches from those things people called Comi-Cons? It was popular out here at least, hopefully, that card would help her get some sort of unrecent. But, her looks, people ended up attracted to her she couldn't count how many times guys had approached her. She had noticed one approaching her now, his form was slender, masculine. His fingers lingered on the coffee table. He was blue eyed, staring at her magenta hues him too close for her liking. She felt frustrated, but he noticed the other male from across the way staring at her. He shortly looked away, but now she was cornered between either of his arms. The bird on her shoulder turned, but the man in front of her only grinned. [b]"Your a beautiful specimen. What's up with the bird though?" He said, Saileyra only slipped past his arms not saying a word. Hating the general society.. Why did the humans act this way? Why? She would never understand...

Coming out of the place, she noticed him in the Sedan slowed down, her form would scan as she would tap into her com link patching through. Her form casually walking, it was as if she was just another..freak on the street. She would be heading north, long legs carrying her as she kept her hands in her pockets loosely. Staring forward, she was far but her voice was brief. "Do it. I want to get this shit over with Plural." She said, her voice simple and rather straight to the point as she had allowed him to do as he needed. Hopefully, just hopefully the fucking traffic would clear up. Distraction? Maybe. Noticing a cross walk, she would walk across the cross walk.

She tried to ad something to her step, he had scanned her so there must be something there that would maybe either get him to follow her or give Plural fucking time to get this shit rolling so she could get there. She had no issues with transportation it was just a matter of getting shit rolling. Walking across the cross walk the bird wrapped it's tails around her protectively. It was only a matter of time..he would be a member of OCEAN. Hopefully, then again, Plural wanted him..and his technology would be foreign much like her own. Saileyra felt as though she was limited at the moment she was limited but certainly, he would end up like the rest maybe? Astonished at her physical design? Which was simple, then again like any life it was unexplainable..but hopefully..whatever happened it would make most shit easier but her form blending into a couple of people in a not so obvious way but her form was able to seen if someone had previously locked her leaving the sitting section of the coffee shop.

Venatorus had seen the woman approaching for quite some time now. He was sure she seemed familiar, yet he couldn’t place it. He turned his car into a parking lot on the side of the road. He didn’t bother taking the keys out; their were none. The car was turned on by his fingerprints on the steering wheel. If anybody else had tried to start the car, they would have received the equivalent of 5,000 volts of Armonolin up their spine, effectively paralysing them until Venatorus could return. He had gotten out of the car for two reasons. One, traffic was pissing him off. And two, he wanted to see if the woman would still follow him.

He left the car where it was parked and quickly walked across the street, and observed the woman do a small double take and disappear into the crowd, Maybe she wasn’t following him after all. Or maybe he had taken her by surprise. Either way, she was not in his sight anymore, and that meant he was most likely out of hers. However, that did not mean she could not have accomplices. He scanned the area, and saw no immediate threat. It worried him that his identity may have been compromised. He would leave Earth willingly; though he was attached to the planet, he did not want to harm any of it’s natural inhabitants simply so he could stay.

When he was within a block of his office he relaxed. Surely if someone was tracking him they would have found him by now. As he walked up the steps of the the Attorney General’s office, his office,, he stopped to check his phone. It was connected to a set of motion sensor infrared cameras, that would alert him if anyone had gone into his office. All that he could detect was his secretary going in and sorting through a filing cabinet, though, she made sure to not go into the black filing cabinet to the left of his desk. The one rule he had for all employees were that they were to never mess with it. It held information more valuable than the launch codes for America’s nuclear weapons.

He stood outside of his door, and paused. He reminisced about everything that had happened to him since he had landed on Earth, and all that he had accomplished, without using the Armonolim , other than small tasks like his car. Little did he know as he turned the handle to his door, that that was all about to change.

Continuing to observe their mark, the hero hacked his way directly into the Department of Transportation's mainframe in about as much time as it had taken him to get into Monroe's computer and then took a few seconds to try and predict the route the man would take to get to the office, but before he put the plan into motion, the car veered off to the side and parked in a parking lot.

" Looks like Monroe is going to leg it the rest of the way here since he's parking, Sai. I'm going to try and keep tabs on him but the camera system of this city is pretty atrocious. They should seriously fix the budget..."he informed his companion as events began to transpire.

Finding other netoworked cameras was proving to be a bit of a pain as the guy started to stroll down the street, but Plural managed to keep pretty good tabs on the man through the traffic cams and a couple of ATMs  and so called closed circuit cameras which were not as closed as they claimed to be. He checked Saileyra's positon as well to find her well ahead of the man. Things were proceeding quite well the teen decided.

Deciding to enjoy this meeting he leaned back once more prompting the chair to release another of its steely cries as he propped his feet upon the polished dark wood desk. Within minutes, Sai would arrive and shortly after Monroe would do the same and he'd be thoroughly surprised. As long as...

Dammit, there was always something. He remembered the motion sensors that EDEN had informed him of over an hour previous. The security measure meant little to the genius since he was cloaked from most every piece of technology on the planet but his compatriot was not. As soon as she stepped foot in the office, she'd alert whatever or whoever received the signal this place was giving off.

Minorly annoyed, the teenage duplicator moved his fingers up in the air, retaining his leisurely position and brought up the data stream that was the security system flowing out of the office and set to work monitoring it's function and methods then setting it to continuously give the same reports after each sweep for the next hour or so, essentially bypassing the entire purpose of the system. It wasn't dissimilar to placing the system on a loop but it was a far more sophisticated method of accomplishing the task that was far more difficult to detect.

His task complete, Plural sighed exasperatedly and tried to go back to alleviating his boredom while he waited for the rest of the pieces of this chess board to move into position.

Venatorus turned the door handle, and stepped inside. He saw a figure, wearing some form of metallic suit, with his feet propped up on Venatorus’ desk. Venatorus closed the door, staring at the intruder. He held up a finger, indicating for the stranger to wait, and checked his phone again. According to his security system, which was all wired through his phone, a model he had invented himself, there had been one person to trigger the cameras, and that was his secretary. Venatorus found that extremely odd; not only did this person get inside of his office undetected, but somehow Venatorus hadn’t set them off either.

He looked up at the person sitting at his desk, whose eyes, being one of the only things uncovered, betrayed his slight amusement. Venatorus considered sitting in one of the two chairs facing his own, but decided that would be strange, and he didn’t think he could sit if he wanted to. So, he continued to look at the other person in the room, who appeared to be waiting for something. Venatorus sighed, “I don’t suppose we can pretend like I don’t know why you’re here?”. The person at his desk stared at him, and still didn’t speak. “I guess not. Well, I will leave willingly, though I have one request if you will. Do not let the media know of this. Many people who have done heinous crimes would be set free if it turns out the person who put them away was of my, um, particular species. Several laws would most likely be repealed, and all because of this. So please, fake my death or something similar,”

Venatorus continued to watch the person at his desk, and the emotions that flashed through his eyes. At first there was confusion, then a half second later, amusement. The person started to laugh. Venatorus wondered if he had said too much, and if this stranger knew nothing about him not being human. Venatorus would have smiled with relief, if it wasn’t for two things. For one, there was still the matter of the woman who took too much interest in him. Venatorus knew that she was either insanely attracted to him, which was not very likely, unless she was insane, or she was connected to something bigger; what he still did not know. And the second reason, the one that was staring him in the face, was the person at his desk. The fact that he was here was one thing, and wouldn't mean much by itself. But the fact that he had broken into one of the most secure buildings in DC, and had not even triggered the various alarms, was a cause for worry.

Venatorus was now the confused one. He had at first assumed this person was from the government, here to remove him from Earth. Now it appeared he had different motives, but ones that should be treated with just as much caution. Venatorus frowned, and locked the door. Turning back to the stranger, he wondered what it was that he wanted. As a precaution, Venatorus put one hand behind his back, and prepared for a fight. A thin layer of Armonolin covered his hand, traveling up to his arm, giving it a slight yellow glow. In it’s natural state, Armonolin is a bluish-green color, however the Armonolin produced by his body changed colors with his emotional state. As he was currently very anxious, it was yellow.

This seemed to pique the interest of the stranger. As soon as Venatorus summoned forth the Armonolin, he looked down to Venatorus’ hand, and looked back up into his face. So, it appeared that this man could detect his powers. Well, there went the possibility of him just stopping by for a cup of coffee. As soon as Venatorus opened his mouth to speak, and to ask this man what it was he wanted, the woman who had been following him came in through the window, which Venatorus knew had been locked when he left.

As the handle of the office door began to twist, the costumed teen found himself genuinely amused with himself. Part of the reason he had agreed to tag along on this investigatory mission was in the hopes that they'd stumble across a new recruit for their team, specifically a member for his division. The chances were substantial if not actually significant given the scant amount of data they had to go on in the first place.

As events unfolded however, things weren't looking particularly great on the recruiting front. Simply put, everything had been exceedingly simple to bypass, though he was intrigued that the DA had set motion sensors which broadcast their sweeps to some remote device. It was abnormal for a lawyer to be mechanically intelligent as well.

His amusement danced in his eyes as their mark entered his own office and looked the disguised genius in the face. For a moment the man was obviously perplexed but swiftly submitted to the course of events, first deciding against sitting on the opposite side of his own desk and then concluding that dropping the pretenses was for the best. However, judging from the words that tumbled out of his mouth following the idea, the lawyer thought the turn of events was going to be going much worse than actuality and on top of it he wasn't or didn't consider himself human. The first thought that crossed Plural's mind was that the man was a metahuman of some sort, though it didn't feel like that was the correct answer for some reason. No factors deduced another potential answer though off the top of his head so it was the best he had to go on until the other man straightened his tongue.

Bursting into laughter at the prospect of flat out murdering him, the hero shifted positions in the chair, pulling his feet from the desk and planting them back on the floor.

"Look, if I was looking to kill you, it'd be done by now don't you think?" the duplicitous crimefighter asked as he slipped his trademark goggles back into place from around his neck.

Setting his eyes back on Monroe, Plural saw that the man was becoming impatient and anxious, so much so that he was charging some amount of the odd energy behind his back. Positive that the chances of the man unleashing a burst of the surely dangerous foreign energy, the boy craned his neck to try and get a better read on the energy that had drawn his attention to the guy in the first place. His moment of observation was quickly lost though as he heard the window behind him slide open. With the telltale click of her trademark diamond carbonate boots clicking on the polished wood of the office floor, he felt no need to turn around to confirm that it was Saileyra behind him.

"Hey Sai. Don't make any sudden moves, our guy here is getting a little antsy and I'd prefer to avoid having to obliterate his office here when we could just talk this out," he revealed, picking his words carefully so as to give Monroe the chance to avoid violence.

Venatorus frowned. He was confused, more so than he had ever been since his arrival on Earth. He looked back and forth between the two people in his office the woman who introduced herself as Saileyra, and the man sitting at his desk, wondering which one of them demanded his attention more. They both exuded an air of command, similar to that of politicians Venatorus had worked with, and the his commanders in both the Corp and OSS. It appeared that they were both used to being in charge, or they were very arrogant. Venatorus assumed it was the former, as they seemed to both be very special individuals.

He wondered what they were there for. If they weren’t going to evict him from the Earth, then then there was another cause for them being there, which was just as likely, though far more sinister. He had made a few large donations, anonymously, to the making of the movie E.T. Every major movie featuring aliens, he had watched with rapt attention. Most of them were scarily inaccurate, though a few had tiny slivers of truth to them, whether it be in the appearance of the extra terrestrial or some technology that they possessed. However, there was one common theme in these movies, and in real life; the reaction of the public and the governments. There was always fear of the unknown, which led to hatred, and the aliens were attacked. They never won, though Venatorus was sure if any species managed to find it’s way to Earth, then they were advanced enough to beat the forces of humanity. However, in film and literature, the humans always won, and the aliens who were not forced to leave were experimented on.

He figured that it was best not to assume though. Addressing the man at his desk, simply because he had become slightly more familiar with him, he asked, “Then what the hell are you doing here?”