Mexico nights (Zell. Ask if u want to join too)

Heels wonkily clicked along the warm pavements of Mexico City. They were black and belonged to the thin framed structure of a scantily clad woman, wearing a miniskirt, fishnets, heels and a boob tube. She nearly stumbled down the paths as if she were intoxicated and at this time on a saturday she probably was. She yawned, before walking past a group of three people wearing black hoodies and red luchador masks. It was weird but not an uncommon sight in this part of town. They called the selves the Red Rumbles or something, a new gang that was starting to become a problem for both the police and the other street gangs. When she walked past them and turned into an allyway, the three men looked at eachother and grinned, perversion on their minds.


The woman stumbled to a halt when she realised that the ally wasn't a short cut, but a dead end. Clearly she'd forgotten in her intoxicated state. When she turned, she found herself surrounded by the three men. One of them stepped forward and grinned before grabbing his crotch and laughing, revealing a single golden tooth. "You lost pretty girly...?" She stepped backward and gasped. "N-no I was jus- I'm not looking for trouble!" The three stepped forward. "Too bad little flower... trouble found you." He grinned before making a clumsy lunge forward. Immediately the woman's confused, drunken face changed into a grin. She grabbed his forearm and span, slamming his head into the wall and sending him to the floor, dazed.

The other two gasped before rushing forward, pulling out pen knives each. The woman rolled her neck. One of them swung and she leant back, the other went for a stab and she grabbed his wrist and guided the blade into the other's waist. She stepped around them once again, reaching for the wounded one's hand and taking his knife. She immediately slashed his throat and kicked him at a dumpster. He was sent soaring. The last one tried to run. She let out a retch and extended her tongue a remarkable distance and it coiled around his ankle, dragging him back. She flicked him into the air before kicking him directly in the neck, snapping it and killing him too.

She looked at the one she'd left dazed who was just coming too. While she walked towards him again, her skin twisted and flipped over, revealing green scales and a much more muscular physique. The now male fgure reached down and picked the man up by the neck. "I'll try and keep this quick. Where is your 'headquarters'?" it felt stupid to call a pathetic street gang's crib a headquarters but he couldn't think of a better word. "Red Rumbles never talk!" He spat in the lizard man's face, however he was clearly terrified. Chameleon narrowed his eyes before throwing the man to the floor. He walked over and pushed his foot onto his neck. "Where is it..." His taloned toes began to cut into the man's jaws. "I doubt your worthless little gang is worth dying for."

The golden toothed man grunted before mumbling some form of compliance. CHameleon lifted his foot and allowed the man to breathe. "It's... it's a warehouse at the docks... with a red roof." Chameleon snarled before pushing the man away with his foot. "Thank you." Just as he turned to walk away, he remebered what the man had threatened a vulerable woman with and how he'd spat on his face. Turning, he retched a vile green liquid at the man's crotch. His screams were mixed with sizzling. "I can spit too."

He turned to walk out of the dark ally only to find that his little.. skirmish had been witnessed. He kept a passive stance. He had to assess the best course of action. Flee, discuss... attack. All were potential options. He had a job to do. That took prioriety.

"Baby if you're good to go, we'll go down to mexico, Get a place in Cabo and kick back in the sand. It'll be just-a you and me and the moonlight dancin' on the scene and the Spanish guitar melody of a mariachi ba-" Nostro was singing softly to himself in the seat by the window as Cale held on for dear life to his aisle seat. God he hated these massive metal death traps. Planes were the freaking worst. The singing had finally gotten to be too much for Cale, though it wasn't loud Nostro wasn't...exceedingly talented at vocals. He reached over and pulled the headphone out, exposing Nostro's ear so that he could hear.

  "Sing it in your head." Cale snipped. Nostro understood Cale's issue with flying and simply wrote it off as stress. Despite this he decided to sing in his head.  Weather's always nice...down there in paradise. We'll find a little man, who owns a taco stand- The noise came from his head, but not out of his mouth. Cale's eyes shot open wide as he reached over and punched Nostro in the arm. People all around began to look at them, many of them going home to Mexico...and here was Nostro saying about finding a little man who owns a taco stand. This was embarrassing to say the least. Nostro thankfully muted himself and then simply resumed to listening to the music rather than trying to partake in it.

   When the plane finally landed, Cale knew exactly what he had to do. Rent a hotel room and lock Nostro in it so that he couldn't accidentally say any more stereotypical comments that might attract any unwanted attention. Nostro just looked around with his head cocked to the side and a slight look of bewilderment as he then turned and looked to Cale with wide eyes. "They're skin...it's like mine." He stated. Cale hadn't really thought of it, but it was true. His extradermal layer was - wait a second he has to give himself a mental bitch slap- oaky we good. He never thought about it, but Nostro's skin was kinda...Mexican...ish. He intended it to be shaded and off colored from the standard Caucasian but he never really saw Nostro as he had. But seeing it now....surprisingly not ALL Mexicans were tan like Cale imagined. Racist. Quite a few of them had the same paler hue that Nostro had...it was an experience to say the least.

  "Wa-wai-wait! Hold up we got work to do. Stop staring at the other people you'll creep them out." Cale said as he let out a sigh and withdrew his cell phone. He looked over the notes he took when The Seraph gave him the information. Apparently he was supposed to be hunting down information on the "El retumba rojos" or "The Red Rumbles". Apparently The Seraph believed they had something to do with the Samurai terrorists that attacked L.A. That and they may or may not have been suspected of drug trade. This information was sketchy to be sure, but Seraphim worked with what they got. Cale was the perfect man for this job so he packed up and they moved out on Seraph's orders. Now it all came down to finding people that would likely be in this gang. The best time to do that was at night of course.

"Eres tu! Has vuelto ! Bendice a tu corazón . Nuestra familia siempre te acuerdas!" an older woman said as she grabbed onto Nostro's arm and began tugging on it with a wide smile and a shimmer in her eyes. She seemed...rather happy to see him. Cale didn't know any better but he could only assume by the word 'familia' that she confused him for a family member.

 "I do not understand...Cale. Why does this thing insist on pulling my sleeve and smiling at me." The old woman then hugged Nostro, Nostro looking to Cale with an expression of slight confusion. "I believe I need an adult..."

  "I am an adult. C'mon. Pardon. Pardon. Mucho Sorry-o or whatever. Pardon. We're leaving. Buenos Nachos." He said as he pulled Nostro away from the woman and walked off with him, leaving the woman confused, lost and disappointed.

  "That nice young man is friends with such a racist American..." She spat as she shook her head and turned back to return to her daily activities.

***** Finally ******

  On the prowl in the night and Cale was busy inquiring about the Red Rumbles. He was hoping some of these people would hear someone was looking for them and then come to "deal" with him in one form or another. Eventually he heard screams and he rushed to the area to find what looked like a total beat-down that had occurred while one guy was slowly losing his crotch to acid. Cale sighed and looked to Nostro who looked to the man and then to Cale.

 "But that's the place you told me not to touch people..." He said. Cale sighed and pointed and Nostro shrugged before stepping forward with the natural spring in his step as he stepped forward.

   "Okay, so you're having a bad day. You wanna keep your balls you'll answer my questions and my buddy here can heal you. You don't wanna answer my questions then your dick will be a head smaller. Got it?" Cale asked. The arrangement was quite simple. "Who did this to you and why did they do it to you? Where are they? Answer quick or they'll be serving it as steak fajita in the mañana" He said as he folded his arms, Nostro waiting to administer treatment when the questions were answered.

Before he himself has been spotted, Chameleon's scales appeared to turn transparent and allowed him to blend in with his surroundings. He stepped back, and stood in the dark corner and watched the people who had stumbled upon the dead and wounded. His predatory eyes watched silently and he began listening and examining. They started to question the man on the floor, who's face was red with pain and stained with tears. "W-woman! L-... Lizard?" He hissed and let out a cry. Poor soul was clearly in agony. If one looked closely, they'd be able to see small, faint pulses of green moving through his veins.

"Asked where our base was...." He groaned, before his eyes drifted and saw that his two friends were dead. He began to panic and his breathing escalated. "PLease, you say you could help me!" He was desperate, the sizzling noises slowly coming to a stop. Chameleon continued to watch the shadows. He could leave, but he wanted to know what this pair wanted. They clearly weren't your average passer-bys. You could tell from their manner of speech. A normal person would have panicked and phoned for an ambulance, not question and interrogate with the promise of aid.

The man was bubbling his own salvia and it was mixing with his tears. He could hardly move his legs from the pain. He himself could feel something that was less obvious. There was a sickening feeling coursing through his body. He silently prayed that it was just a side effect of the immense pain but part of him just knew. He was on a time limit. A short one at that. Even with aid, it may even be too late. Chameleon's arms folded, and he waited. The man leaned his head and stared in the direction Chameleon was standing in, but there was no trace.

This toxin was powerful, but Nostro was skilled and his concoctions were true. He was a robot with sheer dedication to the salvation of metahumans from each other and the protection of the human race. This was a purpose given to him, not by Cale, but himself. This was what made him experience the thing one might call "happiness" and so this was his self appointed role. Nostro's finger tips turned to needles and injected the man in two separate places. Instantly the pain would dull and he would pass out while his skin slowly began to reassemble. It didn't take a genius to realize this was acid. The first needle was an antitoxin counter mixed with a potent tranquilizer. The second needle was the regenerative and restorative factor. The man would certainly be healed but it wasn't easy to be sure. Cale, in order to protect them, projected a barrier over them. This barrier was incredibly dense and powerful, though Cale himself was left unshielded.

"This is a very unique type of venom...well...poison actually. You see Venom requires injection, poison and toxins will burn on-well... You know. Sorry I'm just...really excited. Thank you for bringing me Cale." Nostro said with a smile, though the second Cale heard his name he turned his head, distracted as he heard a haunting voice. Mono toned, strained and semi-pained it would seem. Cale...Is that you? Cale? I can't feel my body... Cale... I'm sorry. The voice was so damn familiar. He heard it in his nightmares whenever they happened. He just didn't understand why they were happening now. "Cale...are you okay?" Nostro asked, seeming very bland in expression even if his tone did convey a certain... concern.

"Yeah I'm fine. Thanks...really. Uhm...okay. So I'm going to try and find out more about this base and this woman lizard and her apparently entrancing feminine wiles." Cale said to Nostro. Nostro cocked it's head to the side and then nodded when he finally came to terms with the fact he wouldn't understand the humor...or the comment at all beyond Cale leaving. Cale clutched his hand and the barrier shrunk into a small dome over Nostro and the gangster and them alone. "Security mode on. Sentry link up, okay?" He asked before Nostro's eyes flashed a pink color then smirked and nodded before continuing to monitor his patient's progress. Cale on the other hand turned and took to the streets, looking around for this lizard woman. If he had any luck the babe would certainly be as angry at the rumbles as he was.

Chameleon just continued to watch from the shadows, his scales making him translucent and the darkness of the night making him nigh-invisible. The man's finger tips turned to needles and forced Chameleon's eyes to narrow. What in the world. Was that... a robot? He looked around a little before licking his lips. A robot. Really? Wow. Whenever one of them, the one that seemed to be in charge - he'd done the interagating after all - walked off, Chameleon silently began to walk after him. As he walked past the robot, who's back was turned his scales turned over once more and he took his form. When he made it out of the allyway, he looked around, wearing Nostro's face and clothes as a disguise. He could see the person he wanted a little way in the distance.


He walked up and spoke, mimicing the robot boy's voice too. "Cale... what exactly are we doing here? Why do we want to find the Red Rumbles?" He remembered the man's name. This was a shot in the dark but if he doubted himself then it would be less likely to work. He folded over his arms. He wanted to know what they wanted. Where they after him, his prey or maybe it was completely unrelated and he was a business partner with the Rumbles.

Cale didn't even pay a second thought to the fact he asked Nostro to stay in Sentry mode. If Cale had been paying attention he would have realized that Nostro shouldn't have been following him anymore and rather watching over the man's health. Unfortunately he was truly human and he did error. This one being quite the error. He continued to walk as Totally-Nostro continued to ask what they were looking for the Red Rumbles for. Cale found that odd as he recalled telling Nostro exactly why they were looking for them. Wait...is that what he really did? Or did he think he told him. Well damn it all. Now he was second guessing himself.

"Uh, I thought I already told you. We're after them to shut them down. Incarcerate them if possible. We're looking for a Saurian like female at the moment because if she has information on the Red Rumbles we might need it..." Cale said with a sigh before he looked around and turned back to Totally-Nostro. "Honestly we were just going to ask them of their involvement on the terrorist attach on L.A but...after this I don't know. Look at this place man. This place is a shit hole because of them. Kids are hiding in their houses, businesses extorted. Drugs everywhere. There's even speculation that the gang members kidnap the kids and force drugs into them to addict them young and keep them coming back their entire life..." Cale was obviously irked by it and his strong sense of justice and his fondness for kids being brutalized in just about every way undesired.

 "You know I don't like killing but... I really wouldn't miss these guys...We're gonna just say screw the mission. We're gonna close shop on these Red Rumbles..." He said finally looking to Totally-Nostro and cocking his eyebrow. "Are you crossing your arms? You've...You don't normally do that unless you're scared. What's wrong?" He asked. Aegis made a couple little beeps and blips though they seemed to mean nothing to Cale. Bulwark responded to Aegis and their own little conversation had something to do with sausages and tacos. All Cale could think was "This really isn't the time guys." as he worried over Totally-Nostro

Chameleon took in everything. And from what he had set, he decided that they were not a threat. If anything, they would probably speed up his job. Or serve as a good distraction. However, there was one slight flaw. While he was trying to act natural he had apparently done something that the robot only did when it was afraid. How can a robot be afraid. He shrugged before unfolding them and lowering them to his side. "Oh, it's nothing.' he thought on his feet 'It's just there's so much wrong with this place. The drugs, the guns, the violence. Makes me nervous. Also someone just threw poisonous acid on a man's junk after killing two people. This place is messed up." He sort of quietly prayed that was a convincing enough response. He'd found out what he wanted, so if anything, he had to get out of there. He looked behind him to the ally.

"The guy in there said the lizard thing was looking for their base. Told me it's warehouse on the docks, with a red roof. Sounds distinctive." He turned around and quickly walked back to the allyway. The split second he was out of sight he leapt and scuttled up the wall extremely quickly, before he started running across the roofs to the docks. Hopefully those two would go through the front door and serve as a distraction and if not that, then cannon fodder.

Cale nodded when he heard the excuse of the Totally-Nostro. There were a few more pieces of chatter before Aegis projected a barrier at very quick speeds, hopefully it would trap the imposter inside. If it did trap the imposter there would ne no real need for alarm, though it would take more than some acid or strength to take the barriers down. If the man got away, well then they wouldn't be able to get away forever.

"Nostro wouldn't use that word...and Nostro's mannerisms are entirely different. So what in the hell are you?" Cale mused, obviously if there was a guy in the barrier it wouldbe directed at them. If the barrier somehow missed then it would be a personal musing. This situation in a heartbeat changed. "What are you up to? Why the red rumbles?" He said, same circumstance as he mused before.