Wincing from the pointed cork screw in his neck he swallowed before speaking. "I'm a reporter... if someone's running that looks outta place.... it usually means.... somethings happening." He put it bluntly, no point in drawing it out when he had something that could kill him shoved against his throat! "Seriously.... I'm just looking.... for a story. Times are tough... for everyone." Well this wasn't how he expected this day to go in the least.

"Oh hey, now it's Alien versus Predator." Nightmare couldn't but help joke at this time despite the vigilante just a few feet away from him. Not like he could pull that reference off everyday. 'Perhaps I'm not walking away empty handed after all....' he thought to himself as he eyed the new beast. It must be well adept in stealth to be able to appear out of the darkness like that, or have powers that are not that obvious. "So......what would it take to get you on my side? Name anything you want and you'll have it, I can promise that." Nightmare said quickly to the thing, not having the same fear that his men did about it. In fact he was rather excited by this find, he just wondered if he had the time to persuade it with the vigilante here.

The Crimson monstrosity looked at it's consistently burning trail of sanguine mass it was leaving behind. A side of the monster it didn't realize it had began to surface when looking at the glowing flames. A scientific curiosity took hold when it observed the fires that have previously been it's bane."Green flames...boric acid...methanol?" it said to itself, vocalizing it's thoughts aloud, "Unlikely...continues burning...even...submerged...other method..." Trying to understand the fire that terrorized it was the first step to finding a means of adapting to it. Though it could not find an explanation that would give him the insight necessary. It only infuriated the beast. "Ggggrragh!...no time...need...swift departure..."

It continued to move farther away from the glowing trail it left behind, believing there was a chance it was still being tracked down. It was used to being the predator, the feeling of being the one who was hunted was a new experience for it. It didn't take kindly to being prey, though it believed this was not a state that would plague it for long. "This...game...cat...mouse...ends...one way..." It looked for an exit out of the sewers, a way out that would keep it away from as many prying eyes as it could. It continued moving until it would eventually stumble across such a subtle exit.

[OOC: I'll leave whatever manhole/exit Bloodbath uses up to GM]

Mirgona smiles as she is proud over the handy work she has done, the hover bikes "trunk" being almost perfectly full, and she closes it down and locks it before swinging her legs over it and beginning to drive back home. She has more toys now, some usefull as they are others usefull for later, both for selling and for using herself. Who knows what she could do with these spare parts in her freetime. She giggles to herself as she is now outside of the main core of the city, heading back towards her mansion.

*Well so much for being inconspicuous, this does not look good for my reputation.* If the street would have been more populated he could have ran. They could not catch him without opening fire into a mass of persons, but in a street as deserted as this... Furthermore he had no idea how that guy had found him. He needed more information. He took a sip from his chocolate. At least it was still warm. This could be of importance as the drink would be his only weapon, aside from his mind.

He stepped into the limousine. "It is a pleasure to meet you, although I have to tell you that I am currently on vacation. However, there maybe you can give me a reason to end it prematurely."

Serpent spat on the floor and grunted in frustration at the fog, all suspects fled.
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"Yeah, yeah..." He replied to Argos, waving his hand at him lazily.

He took center stage in the room so all the civilians could see him.
"Okay listen up people, this is WBSA! This area is now a crime scene and entry is restricted until further notice! I'd rather not have another brutality lawsuit, so remain calm and do as we tell you! You will all be questioned in due time!"
Serpent announced in a booming voice to the returning civilians, arms wide still wielding his shock baton as he regarded the sewers inhabitants. He took an overwatch position to keep the civilians from messing up evidence.

Seeing the homeless people starting to edge back likely to take at what happened to their homes and what had just happened, and Serpent pretty much demanding that they stayed away from the scene. Phoenix decided not to get herself involved with tricky PR like Serpent was (as well, Hellfire was not the most photogenic of powers, unlike say, Argos nor was it going to calm folks unless she intended to out and out scare them away from the scene.)

Course, with Argos busy question the two unlikely folk and Serpent holding the line, that left Ellyaina with time, yet nothing much to do. So she went over to Argos to watch over the two people he was questioning, as a little extra security given that there was nothing else immediately important to do and she didn't want to something that might ruin the investigation like accidentally destroy evidence.

"don't have my I'd on me left it above ground when I came into the sewers was looking into rumors of lost persons as a private eye. Names Jack, born in Missouri, George town." Lazarus said hoping a bit his fake disguise would work.

Despite being an expert in tech, it didn't seem to be favoring him today, from weak shots, fumbling grenades, and now to his cloaking field deciding to say, 'Hey, now that your in front of all these mobsters, I'm gonna take a nap. K thnx bye.' Bloody thing'll need a helluva tune up after this.

Course first he'd need to survive, subtly grabbing another incendinary grenade and grappling hook to cause some havoc.

But it seemed this day was just going to get more fucked up first, as an honest to god Xenmorph decided to make its entrance. These are... Really active sewers. Just, what the hell.

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But at least despite everything, he had found his target. A being seemingly made to be of pure shadow with hellish red eyes, although the hallucinations made it difficult to know if this was reliable. But despite his horrifying appearance, his demeanor didn't seem much different from the average mobster lord.

"I'm dissapointed creature, expected to find another monster, and instead it's but another mob lord with a penchant for hallucinations and bad puns. Ah well."

@TuskatheDaemonKilla
"And as for you, I have to say I hope you are above petty bribes. I'd expect more from a xenomorph."

While he was talking his grenade was cooking, and as soon as his last word was spoken it was tossed amidst the mobsters troops, activating his grappling hook to be drawn into the shadows of the nearby ceilings, hoping the Xenomorph would simply join in the carnage rather than focus on him.

Above the sewers in the streets, a shadowy hooded figure walked through town, sticking to the shadows and the dark alleyways.

Dark secrets seethed in his mind. He was eager to share the truths he uncovered with others.

The figure that was once the promising, youthful researcher known as Alisdair was heading back to his hideaway, planning the next move in his work. He cared little for what was happening in the city at the moment, all he needed to do was get home. People might start suspecting the robed figure that seemed.