[RP] The Condemned

Amelia waved a hand in dismissal. "The kill is unimportant. As is sweet Lacrimosa. I'll be seeing to that shortly. No, what I want you to do is spy on another woman I've heard of recently."

She brought up a picture using her illusion abilities. It was blurry and out of focus, but still visible enough, even to someone who wasn't a mutant.

"Her name is Jocelyn Harriet Fierro, though she prefers to go by Josie. My sources tell me she's a senior member of MERIT, and although she has the typical powers of a Physical Mutant, such as high strength, speed, reflexes and rapid healing, I suspect she will develop more. A mere Physical Mutant would not ascend to such a level."

"You have two choices in how you go about this. You can use the typical method: Gaining her trust and infiltrating MERIT, or you can simply attack her when she's alone. Either way, I want to know my enemy. Can you do that?"
 
Alex had never been a simple man. It wasn't his style.

He was sat in his office, reading through a random genetics book that one of his high-ranking mutants had thought would interest him. Pfft, what did these humans know, anyway? He put a hand on his chin and started spinning left to right in his chair. There was the mere, insignificant thought that he too had been human once. But that was a long time ago, a time that was so much different to now.

Seventy-five years of leading the Black Hand had been not only exhilarating, but revolutionary. Why he had never found this much excitement before his dramatic transformation to one of the world's most powerful mutants in the world was beyond him. Alex thought that joining army would bring many adventures back in the late 1930's. But urgh, he was betrayed by his bastard country. They couldn't get the keys in time to release him before it happened.

For the seventh time in an hour, he slammed the book down on the desk.

He had a valid reason to say he was bored. He couldn't think of anything to do while all his mutants had the fun. Yesterday, he had taken a trip back to the 1950's. To the obvious eye, anyone would have called him crazy. But mutants weren't known in the world. The best kept secret of all was Alex himself possessing hundreds of abilities he had at his disposal. He may have been able to defy God himself.

There was a small, brief knock on the door.

"Come in!" he said in a loud voice, a strong American accent emanating from it.

A petite black-haired mutant walked in with a bright smile on her face. Alex mockingly threw a smile back in her direction and soon replaced it with a look of disgust. He sat up and crossed his arms.

"Katerina, well, isn't this a sudden surprise?" he said, continuing to mock her.

"Alexander –"

"Please, how many times have we discussed this? You call me Alex and be done with it. Although you may call me Alexander if it's to reference the Great because let's face it, that's exactly what I am."

"Amelia is sending someone to investigate the new field leader of MERIT."

Alex rolled his eyes. Yeah, tell him something he didn't know already.

"And why don't you tell Amelia that I'm dying to have sex with her?" he said, raising an eyebrow.

Katerina looked away, embarrassed. She was blushing a bright red.

"Seventy-five years and we've probably had hundreds of affairs," Alex continued to say. Oh, how he loved to torment this poor girl. "Let's face it, we're technically the only original Black Hand mutants left." He rose to his feet and put on the leather jacket that was hung on the coat hanger. "The genetics book isn't helping. Why don't you kidnap a scientist or something? I mean, you can phase through walls. It fits your job description."

However, he stopped in his tracks and chuckled softly.

"Oh wait, I could technically do it myself. But then I'd have to actually DO some work and ... pfft, no. I've done too much in my seventy-five years. Getting old, you know?"

If Alex was known for something, it was mocking anyone that crossed his path. He walked to Katerina, who shyly and nervously looked away. He sniffed the air, closed his eyes and smiled delightfully before opening them again.

"You just polluted my personal air," he smirked darkly. "Get out."

With that, he waved his hand and she disappeared. Alex shook his head, disappointed. Katerina was such a nosey little crow when she put her mind to it. He had sent her to a post-Second World War Germany to teach her a lesson. The girl would survive, he didn't doubt it. As for Amelia, Alex believed it was time for them to have another one of their talks ...
 
[OOC: Just realized the post I made in response to Diar's was never posted :gonk:]

- Beth -

Beth leaned forward, interested as she looked to Amelia curiously. A physical mutant that could interest the ever enigmatic Amelia must be no simpleton. This very fact alone was more than enough to capture Beth's attention as Amelia produced a somewhat blurry image of the girl, supposedly called Josie.

The image startled Beth somewhat, as memories flooded her mind. Josie looked ghastly similar to a friend she vaguely remembers from the time when she was still human.


"You have two choices in how you go about this. You can use the typical method: Gaining her trust and infiltrating MERIT, or you can simply attack her when she's alone. Either way, I want to know my enemy. Can you do that?"

"Yes, I can. In fact, if you're okay, I'll get started. I'm opting to gain Josie's trust, and infiltrate MERIT. You wouldn't mind if I give them all a gift when my job there is done, will you?"
 
Amelia smiled. "Not at all, my dear Beth. In fact, a little reconnaissance would be welcome. Going in gun's blazing would be inadvisable when we don't even know our enemy's weaknesses. That is for you to ascertain."

After a few moments, she continued. "That's all, Beth. If you have any more questions, contact me and I'll answer to the best of my ability."

She checked her clock. Alex would be wanting sex soon. Well, he could come to her or send someone her way. He knew she wouldn't come asking. "I also require a blood sample," she concluded. "I'll be asking every member of this organization for one before long. You can do that before you leave and place it in the research lab."
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"Food? Sounds nice? More pizza?"

A short boy leaned against a wall, hands behind his back as he smiled in a remarkable- but false- display of innocence. As he spoke, he bounced energetically to stand beside Josie. "Or can we go for something a little more burger-esque? Or, as this country would call it..." At this, Leon let loose a guttural torrent of unintelligible noise.
 
Alex suddenly appeared next to Beth and grinned cheekily at Amelia. He kicked the stone next to him and shrugged his shoulders towards her. "She doesn't know I'm here, don't look so shocked to see me," he said, raising an eyebrow. "You know that it's that time of the week again."

They had been through hundreds of affairs together. If anything, Amelia was all that Alex had left from whatever life he had at the beginning of this turmoil. He looked at Beth and laughed.

"So is this the one you're sending undercover to MERIT? Really? Let's hope she can do a good job because I could've technically done it myself, but I guess you could say I'm a) too lazy to do it myself and b) it's not my style."


Josie smiled when she saw Leon appear out of nowhere. To be honest, he seemed like the little brother she never had. His remarks always put a smile on her face. He was so young and naive that he often reminded Josie of her younger self at times.

"I guess we could find somewhere that does both pizza and burgers," she shrugged casually. "Besides, I didn't eat on the flight here. All that running gives me such a big appetite!"

Her enthusiasm, as genuine as it appeared, was fake. On the other hand, Josie was trying to put in the effort to socialise with her colleagues. It wasn't easy for someone like her, who could be considered a social recluse after the fire. It was time to put the past behind her and look to the future. But the man today ... it made her question everything.

"It'll also be fun to eavesdrop on other people's conversations. My senses are heightened now; Orion sort of helped by shattering my eardrums." She chuckled lightly, as she thought about it.
 
Remi was late. As much as she loved to speed, the damn traffic was pretty bad and by the time she got to where the GPS told her, there was someone with Josie already. Pulling to the curb and jumping out, Remi approached the duo.

Sorry for coming late. Traffic sucked, but hey, i'm here. Hm..... hey.

Remi was slightly put off by Leon's sudden appearance, but it didn't hcange anything. It was just an extra person at the pizza place. Her car can fit, as it was a 2+2 type.

So... still looking spiffy clean at least Josie, so i guess no need to buy new clothes. Let's head off then if you guys are ready.
 
"Indeed I will, I'll see you around."

There was a glint of surprise in Amelia's eyes as Beth got up, which caught the latter's attention. Nevertheless, she shook off that thought walking off without thinking too much into it. Outside, it was business as usual, Black Hand members were all walking around, each heading over to their respective destinations for their respective businesses.

Beth hurriedly paced down one of the corridors which she knew led to the Research Laboratory. Then, she remembered she hadn't a blood sample with her right now.

Silently, she thought to herself. 'Why a blood sample,' She thought to herself, as she walked towards her room in the headquarters. It didn't seem to spell anything good, and bearing that in mind only made it less comfortable for Beth. "Ever the enigma, tsk," She muttered, stopping a female Black Hand member.

"Oh, hello Beth."

Beth was one of the senior members of the organization, so it wasn't surprising that some people knew her.

"What's your Mutant abilities?"

"Wow, I'm honored you would ask! I am a Physical Mutant, though I also have the ability to blast single beams of light."

Beth smiled, not because she was amazed, but because of how lucky she had been. Although her abilities were not exactly the same, she realized it would have been good enough for her.

"Okay. Head out and go into the forest surrounding the headquarters. I'll head to my room first before meeting you there."

She responded with a look of curiosity, but nodded as Beth walked on into her room, packing with her the things that she would need to have - money in particular. It's a pity that air tickets didn't come free, and teleporting from country to country would be far too taxing on her.

As soon as she was done, she teleported herself to the forest. The Black Hand female came soon enough.

"What is it that would lead you to ask me here? I've went to sign myself up for a mission, and will head out as soon as I'm done here."

"Is that so? What mission?"

"Oh, just some Rouge recruiting, not mu-"

In a split second, Beth formed her blade of light and rammed the sword into the lady's chest.

"Wh-What! Y-y-you....!

The lady raised a hand, about to blast a beam of light at her when Beth unleashed her Sickly Aura, and with such intensity that the lady in her weakened state, and who could only blast a weak beam of light, was now reduced to staring at Beth with her palm raised.

"Goodbye."

Beth quickly withdrew her blade, letting the blood gush out of her wound, then mercilessly hacked at the lady from behind, slashing violently, and repeatedly until there was no movement, no motion, not even the slightest tremble. It was then Beth produced a small vial and collected the blood from the corpse.

She then quickly returned to the Black Hand's research laboratory and passed the blood over.

Smiling triumphantly, she quickly left the Headquarters, stopping by the corpse to bury it before moving on. The order to provide blood samples to the laboratory hadn't been issued yet, so this lady shouldn't have provided her own. So, for now, Beth could make do with letting the people at the Research Laboratory believe those were her blood.

Chuckling, she quickly hurried on to the main road, flagging down a taxi.

"To the air port. Faster than anything before this, darling."
 
OOC: Sorry for leaving you hanging Shadow, was having fun with my con family.

Now being able to see outside, Isaac noticed Orion out on the street. Pushing the door open, he gestured with his needlestaff at him. "Don't stand outside screaming. Get in here so we can talk normally." Going back inside, he whipped off the impromptu cloak he had made and laid it on the marble countertop.

"Hmm, if i did a bit more with it, it would be presentable for everyday use. Not to mention MERIT would enjoy something like it for their field operatives," he mused. It was long enough to be made into a cloak easily. He started to take it's measurements as he awaited Orion's entrance.
 
OOC: Tis good. I was disappeared for a few days anyways. back now.

IC:"Don't stand outside screaming. Get in here so we can talk normally."

Orion shrugged and went in, following Gavin as he whipped off what looked like a cloak and began examining it. Orion shrugged, sitting down and listening to his comments.

"Hmm, if i did a bit more with it, it would be presentable for everyday use. Not to mention MERIT would enjoy something like it for their field operatives."

Orion managed to catch Gavin looking at him with a glare.

"You know, you might have mentioned that you were working with MERIT. That's kinda something useful to know. The mutant power hiding thing, I can understand."
 
"For the record Orion, I don't work with MERIT. They merely contract me to make things for them. Not just them though, some of the upper class mutants contract me as well. Those funds however are kept out of the general eye; otherwise I'd have shops all over the world. And after only two years in buisness, even with my popularity, that would be worthy of an investigation."

Isaac continued his work, taking measurements on the cloak for himself. He was one of his best models anyway. Given the size of it, he would make a long coat. The original would be his personally though; and have a few extra enhancements.

"So I'm guess they wanted something from you too?" He took a small vial of water from the booket he brought in from his car and poured it in a small cup from the same booklet. Dipping a finger in, he pulled it out, a strand of cool water following it. With his other hand, he peeled off an even smaller needle from his needlestaff, threaded it with the waterthread and began sewing it into what would become the inner lining.
 
"For the record Orion, I don't work with MERIT. They merely contract me to make things for them. Not just them though, some of the upper class mutants contract me as well. Those funds however are kept out of the general eye; otherwise I'd have shops all over the world. And after only two years in buisness, even with my popularity, that would be worthy of an investigation."
"I'd love to know what the hell you do with those funds..."

Orion watched as Isaac began to make his use of powers obvious, turning items into thread that he used.

"So I'm guessing they wanted something from you too?"

Orion let out a chuckle.

"Of course they did. Why would they so persistently chase me otherwise? Anyways, they wanted to recruit me. My abilities would could turn the tide of a war, if I so chose. The manipulation of luck is very useful, as you may have guessed when I pulled out cards that fit together perfectly during our game. In truth, you were outclassed. If I really wanted to be an asshole, I could've probably afflicted you and made you break every time, while I got 21; however, that would be a bit obvious."

Orion laughed again, throwing back his head and looking at the ceiling.

"I've been banned out of so many casinos... anyways, I only have two other abilities. One, as you can guess, is sound manipulation: very useful for shattering glass and windows, and also good for playing theme music."

To demonstrate, Orion played Long Dream, a theme from one of his favorite games. Tapping his foot to the theme, Orion closed his eyes momentarily and let the music flow over them. After a bit, he opened his eyes and looked at Isaac's progress.

"As for my final ability, it is Animation: I can make inanimate objects move and work, such as starting engines, causing dolls and clay figures to move, or even corpses, though I try to avoid that function. You would need a mannequin to check that, wouldn't you?"

As Orion finished talking, a mannequin walked in the room, just to prove his point.
 
Isaac merely nodded. From the corner of his eye he could see his mannequin moving. "If you're going to play around, at least put it back where it belongs." He kept as his work, threading the water into the fabric. It would make the inside stay at a comfortable temperature in the heat and would retain it well in the cold.

"If you're paying attention I suppose you can see that I can sew elements into fabric for whatever purpose I want as long as its within possibility." He began cutting away at the fabric along the measurements he had made using only his first two fingers. "That one is self-explanatory. Just don't let me get close enough to use it."

He walked over to the black iron column by the door, covertly pressing a hidden button along the way, this one was for the prank cloth that fell from the ceiling. Pulling another sheet of fabric from the column he brought it back to where he was working and begain marking his measurements on it as well.
 
Josie turned to see that Remi had arrived. She had been expecting this all along, almost as if she had seen it a million times. It was a strange sensation that grasped control of her body for a few short seconds before coming back down to reality once more. She glanced at Leon before looking at Remi again.

"No problems, I was expecting you to be late," she quipped, whilst throwing a cheeky smile in Remi's direction.

She saw her glancing at Leon; it didn't change the dynamic too much, however. Josie heard the remark about being as clean as ever. Well, at least it was a first. There weren't to be any replacements this time around. Least she didn't have a bomb in the pizza.

"New clothes aren't on the agenda this time," she replied. "I'm trying to save our budget as limitless as it seems. I sort of like these clothes. Can you believe it? Something I finally like!"

It was no secret that Josie Ferro was a lover of shopping and clothes. On the other hand, that was something she mainly did on her own. But with her colleagues here right now, maybe it was time to let go of the past. Josie didn't want to feel like a social recluse for the rest of her life. No one knew the inner turmoil she had been experiencing for so many years now. It was something she guarded closely and would never ever let her guard down. She wanted to have fun with Remi and Leon, just forget about work for a while.

But unfortunately, Josie was snatched away from reality once more. For what may have seemed like a few seconds for reality was hours for her. She felt trapped in a memory so distant, so far away ... just what was it? Josie scratched her head. The memory didn't feel like it was actually hers to view. And as much as she tried to get back to the real world, it wasn't happening.

She stood in the middle of the crisis, the fire. The fire that had claimed everything. The fire that had taken her old life. The fire of which she survived. But she correctly remembered that it was only her house that was burning. It was the Black Hand, right? These were only assumptions now, as the memory turned dark and cold. The house turned into one that was not hers, there were no more screams of the dying. There was ... nothing.

Nothing, but the silence. Apart from the burning of the fire.

A shadowy figure stepped out from the darkness and stood next to Josie, watching the fire burn. He did not see her; she supposed that he was part of the memory and she was merely the spectator. Josie looked into the figure's innocent baby blue eyes. She recognised them from somewhere. But then hadn't she seen a lot of people with those eyes? And why was it that it so happened to be those particular eyes that were significant to her?

Josie tried to reach out for the figure, to unveil his mask. But when she tried to do so, she snapped back to reality. It only seemed a few seconds had passed here.

"Shall we get going then?" she asked, her voice turning formal and grave. She jumped in Remi's car at the back, waiting for her and Leon to follow.
 
OOC: I'll give you guys a chance to find my characters, so in the meantime, I'll stay in Paris for a while.

After several hours of traveling through train, Wolfgang finally reached the city of Lights, Paris, France. As he left the train station, he went to go and purchase tickets to go to England. He purchased the ticket, but it said that the trains to England will not leave until tomorrow. Oh well, till then, he may as well wait till tomorrow then.

Leaving the train station, he decided to see the sights. He read about Paris when he was young, but never visited the city himself until now. The first stop he headed to was the most iconic structure of the city, the Eiffel Tower.

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Pana looked over the streets of Paris, France. For several weeks he has been trailing a mutant all the way from Austria. This mutant had the ability to manipulate the weather, which could be useful for the Black Hand. She never liked sneaking around, but in the end, it's going to be worth it.

"Well, my little lamb, soon it will be the time for you to walk into the slaughter." Pana smiled slyly.
 
"If you're going to play around, at least put it back where it belongs."
"I don't break people's toys."

Orion didn't even look at the mannequin, he just guided it to him to stand next to him. Orion cast a quick glance; nice workmanship, he would have to figure out who made it.

"If you're paying attention I suppose you can see that I can sew elements into fabric for whatever purpose I want as long as its within possibility."
"Very unique, and versatile. I wonder what would happen if you took electricity.... if that's even possible..."

As Orion watched Isaac work, he saw Isaac cut the fabric with his first two fingers.

"That one is self-explanatory. Just don't let me get close enough to use it."
"I doubt we'll ever be enemies, though I'll keep it in mind."

As Isaac walked away, Orion leaned back and closed his eyes. He listened to the theme music still playing, before opening his eyes again and saw that Isaac had walked back in.

"Tell me, if you do work for other clients, I must ask. Do you do work for the people called Black Hand?"
 
"Sexcellent," exclaimed Leon, slipping into the car with a cheeky wink at Remi, before his face became a little more serious as he raised a questioning eyebrow at Josie. "So then, what's up with your little space out?" he asked. leon missed nothing, a little more perceptive than he liked to display.

As his casually picked at a frayed strand of fabric on his t-shirt, he gave Josie his trademark smile; no teeth displayed, eyebrow still raised. It was clear he wasn't going to let this go in a hurry, annoying though he might be.
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Amelia tilted her head to one side as Alex spontaneously appeared. "Already?" she asked softly. "A week passes by so fast." She combed her hair with her fingers as she displayed a warm smile at Alex. One of the few who wouldn't be intimidated by this figure, she touched his face with one palm before brushing her paperwork into a near-empty drawer.

"Well then. Shall we?"
 
Josie was brought back to reality by Leon's voice. She tried to pretend nothing had happened and casually shrugged her shoulders. But in her mind, she was greatly disturbed. Those baby blue eyes were so goddamn familiar to her, but why was it that she couldn't remember? She was beginning to doubt what was real and what wasn't. But this felt real, right? Leon was sat with her in the car and Remi would be at any moment.

"Space out? There's no space out here!" she exclaimed.

God, she was such a terrible liar.

"Remi, can we go now? My appetite can't hold out for much longer," she added.

Josie Ferro was partially telling the truth. She knew that Leon wouldn't drop this, but would try to avoid it and hope he would forget it altogether. He may have seemed like the little brother she had always craved, but Josie didn't want him to worry over her. She was the field leader, the one everyone looked up to. Young as she may have appeared to be, Josie felt mentally older. She felt like a mother, guiding these MERIT members in the right direction.

Question was, how long could she keep up the pretense?


"Already, all right," Alex nodded and smiled his devious wicked smile.

It was that smile that indicated he wanted to do bad things to her. Alex may have seemed like a mentally challenged individual and insane at times, but he was clever. He chose his allies well. Only the senior members of the Black Hand knew his true identity, whilst the rest would fear him because of their wildfire stories about him randomly killing them or granting them a fate worse than death if they betrayed him.

Alex himself liked to strike fear into everyone. It made him feel powerful. Perhaps only Amelia didn't feel that same fear. But nevertheless, he liked to think that she was almost his equal.

"A week, a month, a year, even a decade passes by so quickly these days," he continued to say. Another smile crept upon his face when she touched his face with one palm. "Wait for me in the room. I've got a little problem that I need to take care of."

He waved his hand and Amelia had been teleported into the room he spoke of.

The one small problem he had mentioned was Katerina. She was stuck in 1945, a prisoner in Germany when the Russians were advancing at the end of the Second World War. Katerina had betrayed him. Trapping her there wouldn't have done him any good. She would know his plans for the Black Hand and maybe even try to stop him. He placed a hand on his chin, thinking to himself.

"Nope, the little bitch has to pay!" he exclaimed and clapped his hands.

Instantly, a dust-covered Katerina appeared. She was startled by arriving here, but more by the look of disgust on her leader's face. They were now in Alex's personal office.

"Hello, Katerina," Alex spoke formally to her. "I take it you've learned your lesson?"

"I ... I didn't mean for this to happen!" she cried.

"Oh, please spare me with your half-attempted excuses," he rolled his eyes. He twisted his hand, telekinetically controlling Katerina. She unwillingly went to the drinks table and poured out a glass of whiskey. Then she approached Alex with fear in her eyes, handing the glass over to him. "Excellent. See, at least you can't control yourself now."

"Just ... please ... get it over and done with!" pleaded Katerina.

"Ooh, want to get this done quickly? Geez, I was hoping this would be long and painful," Alex said, raising an eyebrow. He drank the whiskey and slammed it down the desk hard. "But fine. You know, I was hoping you'd provide me with my pre-sexual entertainment. I suppose Amelia won't be too happy about keeping her waiting ..."

He looked Katerina directly in the eyes, terrifying her. However, his influence over her crept in. She stood there motionlessly.

"Now that you're not looking at me like I'm Frankenstein, you're going to do one last thing for me. It'll be the last thing you EVER do, Katerina, so you better pay attention. Are you paying attention?"

"I'm paying attention." Her voice was emotionless.

"Good girl. Now I want you to throw yourself down to the bottom of the earth. Let its core incinerate your little body and painfully remember what you did to the Black Hand, to me. Remember that and think of how valuable you could have been to the Black Hand, to me. The core will burn your body. There'll be nothing left of you. Now phase down to that core and don't ever come back."

As Katerina sunk down into the ground, Alex shook his head. It was disappointing that another betrayal had occurred. But he had to let Katerina go.

He teleported into the room where Amelia was waiting and showed his devilish smile before they'd get on with their kinky activities. He sat down on the bed.

"You won't have to worry about Katerina anymore," he said, advancing towards her. He whispered into her ear. "Now why don't we satisfy our personal needs, hmm?"


Mack stood from Big Ben, smiling down at London.

It was a beautiful sight from up here and no one knew that he'd often come here just to see the sun rising in the morning. Being able to fly was probably a beautiful power to have as a mutant. He could fly up to heights thought impossible. Everyone was starting to get ready to go to work and the traffic was piling down there. Typical London.

The clock chimed.

So it was seven o'clock in the morning. Mack had been up for a while now, not really being able to sleep with the nerves of meeting a big music manager getting to him. This was his one shot to help his mum. She had done so much for him and now he wanted to repay her. If she could quit her job and live comfortably because of a recording contract, then he'd be in heaven.

His phone rang and he picked up straight away.

"Lee, what can I do for you?"

He paused for a moment, letting his friend speak and he sighed.

"Can't your Charlotte sort it out? I've got this big meeting today ..."

Lee wanted him to drop off something for his uncle. Everyone assumed that Mack was a slacker. Oh, if they only knew he was much more than that. He was frustrated. However, he looked around and noticed the clouds were gathering. It wouldn't be raining, but it was enough cloud cover to ensure he wasn't seen.

"All right, I'll do it then," he sighed. "But if I miss this big meeting, I'm going to kill you."

He tucked his phone into his jacket and zipped the pocket up. Mack smiled, as he threw himself off the clock tower and flew swiftly through the air. His dark brown hair whipped backwards. He could fly pretty fast, but having the clouds covering him helped more than anyone could have realised.
 
"If I am, I don't know it. Besides, I get enough repeat private buisness that I wouldn't be able to tell you who it could be to begin with." Cutting out the patterns on the iron fabric with his fingers. Using the flames that came from his fingers, he sewed them into the iron fabric. Sizing it against the first he began sewing them together.

"They've all given me names and the people from MERIT actually pay me from their bank account electronically so there's a record of it. The Black Hand, if they do in fact comission pieces from me, leaves no trace. If you want to though, we can check the records of the pieces I've made. Theres bound to be something telltale in the specs."

As Isaac sewed, sleeves began to take form as did a long coat.
 
"If I am, I don't know it. Besides, I get enough repeat private buisness that I wouldn't be able to tell you who it could be to begin with. They've all given me names and the people from MERIT actually pay me from their bank account electronically so there's a record of it. The Black Hand, if they do in fact commission pieces from me, leaves no trace. If you want to though, we can check the records of the pieces I've made. Theres bound to be something telltale in the specs."
"Tch.... no, I'm ok. I was just curious, as I've heard rumors, a couple confirmed by that girl, Josie."

Orion tok out the girl's card and began idly flipping it between her hands.

"Someone so young... then again, she's a bit older then me, and the same age as you. Still, though.... Someone like her getting into fights and such... Hell, I'm lucky enough to avoid gang members who owe me debts who don't like paying debts."

The card disappeared, most likely returning to Orion's pocket after slipping it into his sleeve.

"Hmm... I wonder if those Black Hand people will come near us... Shit, the hell was that?"

The sound of glass being broken reached their ears as Orion was in the middle of talking. A quick look showed a number of gang members, all pissed off, holding baseball bats and crowbars, flooding into the shop.

"Erm.... Isaac? I really hate to be the bearer of bad news, since it doesn't normally happen, but we got company. Piss poor time for me to forget about using my probability manipulation to stop this.... Plug your ears."

After Isaac had done so, Orion got up, poked his head out his door, and a sound similar to a screech was emitted from his mouth. Except A. it was far higher pitched, and B. it shattered the windows of the rest of the store. The gang members collapsed to the ground, groaning in pain. They wouldn't get up for a bit. Satisfied, Orion cast a glance at Isaac.

"I'll pay for you windows. Meanwhile, I think they should disappear. Ideas?"
 
Isaac sighed. "You just seem to attact bad luck for all your 'probability manipulation.' As for ideas, I have several. Probably the least destructive is this." Reaching up to his ear, he pulled a thin strip from the band in his ear. "This is steel, pretty strong steel too. I'll cut it into pieces and you can bring them over here and we can tie them up."

While Orion went to that, Isaac finished up on his latest project as soon as he had several dozen stips to tie them up with. Putting a little bit of water into the outer layer, he passed a hand over it to make it the same color as the button up shirt he was wearing now. Pulling his off he put on his latest creation and spun around to face Orion. "So how do I look?"
 
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