A painfed groan could be heard from beneath Zacharias' as his alarm began. This went on for a few minutes before a hand appeared from beneath the blankets, tearing out the clock by the cord and tossing it across the room, causing a shattering sound somewhere off in his massive room, but it brought with it blissful silence.

Of course this only lasted but a few wondrous minutes before his backup alarm kicked in, and unfortunately this one he wasn't able to toss. Well, at least not without a lot of lip.

"I see that your alarm clock has met a fatal end once more sir. It definitely raises the question as to why you send me out every day to get a new one."

The familiar English accent forced the weary vigilante/CEO to get himself up from beneath his sheets, revealing a myriad of grizzly looking bruises and even a few bullet wounds from his previous nights escapade. Heh, guess I got knicked a few more times than I thought. Wonder if it was Nightmare's rabble or that overgrown gecko.

"Mind still a bit fuzzy is it? Perhaps I should just shoot off an Uzi or throw a molotov into your room, seems to be the only thing you bother moving around for anymore." Zacharias cocked an eyebrow at his berating butler, Geoffrey Underhill. He was an unassuming man, dark skin and a well groomed black beard with sprinkles of grey throughout it. He had been in his life since... Well shit, since his life began really. How old was he now, sixty-two? And his birthday was coming up to in a few weeks. He'd need to get him something, and just a new suit. It infuriated him that it was all the bastard asked for.

"Ah geeh G, you'd do that for me. You really do care, c'mere ya big lug you!" Zach cried out as he jumped out of bed, chasing his poor butler throughout the grand pent house in his boxers, Geoffrey eventually grabbing a broom and swinging at the wealthy, undignified businessman.

"For god's sakes Master Walters, what were you parents think if they saw you behaving in such a manner!?" The butler yelled at him, although his face gave away the smile he was trying to hide under a stern face.

"... They'd think it was a Tuesday morning?" The two stared at each other for a few moments before breaking down into laughter.

With his morning ritual complete, Zacharias made his way to the shower as Geoffrey began preparing his morning meal. After washing up he took a moment to look at himself in the mirror, getting a real good view of the vicious scars and bruises across his body from his "night shift". Not the prettiest sight, but it was a price he was happy to pay a thousand times over to keep innocent people safe from the horrors he had just witnessed over the past night. Course after what he saw, he wasn't entirely sure he'd be around much longer to do that.

After dressing into a grey business suit he eventually made his way to the dining room, where Geoffrey already had beautiful omelette and glass of fresh squeezed orange juice waiting.

"You spoil me G, you know that. why don't you take a second and sit down, grab a plate or something." The butler seemed to completely disregard the comment, isntead tossing a dossier onto the table.

"To be quite honest sir, after reviewing the findings of your latest... Exploit, I believe I've lost my appetite. Permanently."

Zach was about to make a snide remark, but after glancing at a few of the photos, his humor died a bit.

"Sir, I've done my best to hold my tongue about your night time excursions, bandaged you up when you came home, ensured that no one asks any questions. But please consider what you are getting yourself into. These... These aren't even Meta-humans. They're abominations. And the Warden, is only a man."

"That's the point G, let the people know that even they can stand against Metas."

"Is that a sentiment your willing to die for Master Walters?" There was a bit of venom behind his well mannered voice, clearly unsatisfied with his answer.

"Geoffrey... You know I can't sit by and watch as psychopaths and beasts tear apart the city my parents gave so much to help build. So yes my old friend. I'd gladly live my life for such a sentiment... But not before I go to a board meeting!" He exclaimed, bringing a quick end to their solemn discussion, giving the aged butler a quick hug before making his way out the door and to the heart of this city. Well, at least in his eyes, Walter's Plaza, headquarters of Walters Enterprises. Business meetings and paperwork, that was the true horror he faced every day.

Lazarus had Finally gotten the Stench of the sewers off of him when he had finally decided to go to bed and it was late in the morning when Lazarus had finished cleaning his weapons. His stomach was aching before he decided to stop cleaning and decided he would go to get something to eat.

Alright what to do to eat...? Lazarus thought to himself taking what money he had in his things he decided he would go out to eat then deciding to attempt to cook something after cleaning himself till he smelled a bit like bleach and looked bleached as well.

Gathering a freshly cleaned jacket and a large hat he began getting his things ready to go out to eat then to begin looking for evil doors once again that needed to be eliminated. Heading outside of his shack he went inside a small semi run down garage and got into his jeep storing his equipment in the back and looking around in his papers for some place to eat before finding a paper with a ad and coupon on it.

"Dragon Ramen...? Well hope they do good eggs and noodles there." Lazarus said before he turned on his car and headed out on the town.

Gabriel woke up and look at his alarm clock. He still had some minutes until he would have to get up. He recalled his last day. He had bought the equipment he needed and dealt with Vasco´s request. With nothing to do, he went back to sleep until the clock rang. He brushed his teeth and changed his clothes. He did not choose anything special as he would return for redressing when he had a plan, what he wanted to do for the day.
He went downstairs to the hotel restaurant to get his breakfast. There was no reason for hurring so he went to the buffet and stacked food on his plate. After returning to his table he sat down and started eating. From time to time he glanced at the window, which allowed him to look at the street.

@Wincent
The Hollow opens the folder revealing sheets of paper held together by paper clips with photos of victims and maps of the sewer system. Detailed descriptions from witnesses and parts of the sewers being scanned by drones and what they've found so far. Nothing too interesting to a mind like hers but plenty of useful information to move through the sewer system undetected if she ever wanted to go down there for whatever reason. Other than that nothing of real importance.

@kanila
After committing the risky crime of impersonating a WBSA agent while robbing a bank Mimic made it to his official job as a reporter. The trip inside was hectic as the news of what he had just done had already met the ears of his peers who we're scrambling to get their equipment together to get to the scene. In the confusion he was easily able to get into file room to access their information on the local crime families. Craveloft and Santanos seemed to be the most open to such a thing as the rest we're not specialized in their businesses or too dangerous. Though a major note is that the two families we're rivals over territory and business going to one may prevent him from going to the other.

@Casavay
The colony exited their lair entering the busy streets of a city that never sleeps. Usual chatter was spoken by pedestrians that didn't interest it until a rather fancily dressed woman and her attendants walked by talking about some kind of gallery event held by a collector in city hall tonight. Many of Novus' elite will be attending there's even word of the local commander of the recently arrived WBSA auxiliary will be there with his wife. Morph they called him, some kind of shape shifter by the sound of it.

@Keidivh
The usual droll boring meetings dragged on as always with Zachariah eventually finding himself in his office. Paper work was being handled by his secretary with a stack to his right requiring his signature to be finalized and an invitation to a Martin Cornova's gallery event at Novus City hall this evening. He of course has been given it days ago but Gregory seemed to have ways of reminding him about at least trying to be social. Like for instance telling his secretary to put the invitation on his desk every day so Zachariah wouldn't forget.

@Schalli
Gabriel saw the usual hustle and bustle of Novus as people went about their business with nothing of real concern. Useless chatter about the WBSA being in town and some party happening in the afternoon nothing that would really concern him. But when he turned back to his table a note with a green multiheaded serpent stamped onto it's back was next to his plate. Upon opening the note it read as such; "We don't know who hired you but we know you're going to try to kill us and we have a different offer. Come to the warehouse near the southern Dark Market entrance. Use the door with the same symbol on the back of this note and knock three times. Hydra."

@BuriasDempsey
Johnathan otherwise known as Nightmare entered the dinning room to see an interesting sight. Rico was sitting at the end of the very large and luxurious dinning table trying to eat the food in front of him. A large stack of waffles made in the kitchens along with a plate full of hash browns with cheese melted over them. But there was something preventing him, Alexis had moved her chair next to his to the point that the chairs gave her enough of a platform to wrap her tail around his waist and had her arms around his upper chest with he face rubbing onto his neck. His face was a bright red and he was making a low annoyed growl the entire time and despite back in the sewers he seemed quite capable of making her stop he seemed to simply be letting it happen as Alexis seemed to be enjoying every second of it.

On the opposite side of the table a similar scene was developing with his parents as they ate their own breakfast but his father and mother seemed to be holding hands. His father's face was as straight as ever but such an act of affection with his wife was quite rare even inside their home. His mother who was the more emotionally telling of the two had a faint blush and seemed to glance over to her husband affectionately when she got to the chance. No one in the room seemed to notice Johnathan yet so he was free to do as he pleased.

@GobMaw_HellSmasha
As the skeletal hand reached for the dog it lowed it's head slightly so the hand could scratch it and waged it's tail enjoying the act. The rest of the dogs in their cages took notice of the unfamiliar creature and cooked their heads slightly. The creature had arms like people but it wasn't people, it gave pets though so they seemed to not take any hostility towards it. But given their training they didn't relax either it was different and could be dangerous.

@GoreWrencha
Argos soon found that trouble was nearby in Novus, when the sounds of metal smashing bone echoed from a nearby alleyway, along with a scream of pain from someone. That was soon swiftly followed by metal scraping upon metal again, the sounds of an alley fight breaking out. A quick glance at the scene would show it to be a two on two affair, with two thugs picking a fight with another pair of gangsters, one of them obviously trying to protect the broken arm he was suffering from, whimpering away in suppressed agony as his partner tried to fight a two on one battle.

@Maleth
Phoenix would find rebuilding her armor with the whisper plate much easier than most would think as the metal seemed to absorb the old platting. With that job done relatively quickly she would search for her family tome however after practically turning the entire room upside down she couldn't find it. The book was gone without a trace, did the figure in her dream take it? Perhaps Mr. S? Or maybe someone had managed to get into her apartment while she was gone yesterday? Point is the book her family had been writing in since the days of Rome which was full of so many secrets was gone.

@Valonox @Vulpas
When Rin arrived at work, she would fine the place was rather busy, with a surprising number of customers at the ready, already eating. However, when she got changed into her uniform, a very heated discussion was taking place among one group, that soon developed into fisticuffs, causing a fair bit of bemusement for everyone else who wasn't in their group. At this time Lazarus entered the restaurant just as the first punch was thrown.

@Wata @Wincent @Valonox
Morph looked up from his computer over to Serpent and back to his monitor. "No in fact I'm glad you're here." He said before standing and turning his monitor to face Serpent showing what he was looking at. Security camera footage from a bank that was robbed just this morning with the culprit being a Lizardman with striking resemblance to Serpent. "Now I know it wasn't you, the dumbass in the video isn't nearly big enough to properly frame you. But this means there's either shorter lizardman out there that's taken to robbing banks recently or there's a shape shifter out there trying to ruin our image. I've already assigned two of our... less than reparable agents to deal with this but I figured I may as well inform you so you can brace yourself. We may know you're innocent but some parts of the public will probably blame you anyways." He said looking to Serpent his eyes a strange mixture of tired, concerned, and furious. He was clearly dealing with far more than a simple bank heist right now.

On the outside of the very heavy mechanical foot steps can be heard heading towards the office. "Speak of the devil and his associate." Morph said as he leaned against the desk as an old man wearing grey wizard robes complete with pointy wide brimmed hat and long white beard. The old man laughed. "Oh please Commander, the devil wishes he's like me." He smiled wickedly while adjusting his glasses before looking to Serpent. "Gorgon, the one we're looking for is a smaller version of him." He said looking behind him to the massive cyborg with his right arm pointing to Serpent. Morph then sat back down in his chair and leaned back exhaling loudly before quickly sitting up with his eyes wide open. "Oh one more thing I would like to introduce a new asset that's brought themselves to my attention, you can come out now."

Seeing the others at his work scrambling for the newest news to hit Novus would normally cause him to run to be there first, but this time he was first. Without even having to run! And to him that was the best part! Gathering his information about getting the money laundered, it seemed two families were his best bet, and of course they HAD to be rivals. Heading out the door in a mock rush, Trent headed home to gather his bag to go visit the Craveloft family. Plus he needed time to think of how he would approach this without getting killed.

The beast was...happy, for the first time, in a long time. It gave off a chuckle at the happy doggie. They reminded it so much of the dog it knew before, in what felt like a whole another life for it. Just being able to hold onto an old memory-even if it was just about a happy hound- was elating for it. For the time being, there wasn't anything else occupying the creature's mind. No Oppenheimer chromosomes, no damnable WBSA, no long yearning for it's forgotten past. Their was only the pups and itself. The dogs thankfully didn't perceive it as a harmful entity but they seemed apprehensive about it also. It tried thinking of way to alleviate that.

And then it came to a conclusion. Canines enjoyed bones. And it was in possession of a large assortment of bones. So one of it's hands reached into itself and ripped out a femur from it's body. Mildly painful experience on its side, but it wasn't concerned with such pains. "Here...boy" it muttered, waving the thigh bone around to entice the dog's attention. "Go...fetch!" it stated lightly tossing the femur away from it. Such a simple act like playing fetch brought a spark of hope with it. Maybe it did have a chance to remember. Maybe it's past wasn't completely lost to it after all.

This thought elicited a smile from the creature, as it absentmindedly played fetch with the doggies.

-Rin-
Rin approached Tom and tapped him on the shoulder. "Tom how would you like this to be done with the police or do you want me to deal with this?" Looking at the front door waiting on Tom her manager to react.

-Gorgon-
"We'll he is cute can I touch." That voice was deep and electrifying Gorgon approached the sitting Lizardman, Serpent. "Stand I need to get a good look at you for my target. I want this job done quickly so I can go back to watching Netflix in my box." Gorgon was blunt he did not care for O-genes. They are things created by Atomic mishaps. But did not despise them because he was created by an O-gene doctor with the best technical and anatomy skills in the world after all.

Lazarus-
Lazarus came into Dragon Ramen quite casually as he saw what looked to be a small trouble brewing in the restaurant. Deciding to attempt to intervene before anyone got seriously hurt or police was called he decicded to attempt to step in.

"Alright you to break it up, This is a restaurant not a boxing ring if you want to fight do it outside." Lazarus said as he approached the two fighters. Lazarus said as he put his hand up and near both the fighters in a attempt to distance them.

It was quiet for a while, almost feeling a bit awkward as morph seemingly had talked to nobody. But after about 2-3 minutes a soft humming can be heard, a echoing sound, sounding like a choir. The whole room slowly becomes warm and any troublesome smell or the like that would have lingered suddenly just "disappears" instead replaced by the smell of a fresh spring breeze and flowers.

Then with a flash of light, The mystic arrives beside Morph, hovering in the air, her legs crossed in a meditation pose. Her grey and golden robes flowing softly and the white mask aimed downwards towards the golden and white tome in her lap, the whole room fills with a even more soothing and calm feeling, a feeling that removes all negative thoughts for the moment, just filling the mind with bliss. A almost addictivly happy and warm feeling. If someone were to be magically adept he would notice that this light radiated both from her and the book she was "reading".

ABOVE said book hovered a crystal orb, which glows in a vast array of colors. If someone were to look at it he would see flickering images, that despite the microsecond they appear, basically "burn" into the mind. A wife and a husband having a fight over who can stay home and take care of a sick daughter, one of the WBSA agents stealing another agents doughnuts, a bully trying to flirt with a gorgeous wife. Her orbs showing things around them... That is happening right now.

The mystic raises her head, still hovering in the meditation position, turning her head towards morph, the "choir" still humming but with a lower tone.

"Don't be Rude. I have helped your kind and this agency many times. And once again, I am here to help in any way I can."

Her voice is sweet and young, with a light French accent. The book in her lap turns a page, the pleasant feeling continuing. Her face moving and directing towards the orb, as she tilts her head.

"Also... Morph, two things.... First, Your wife is currently doing some special "shopping" at the mall, she is thinking to reward you for your hard work and is visiting the Lingerine shop. Second, A criminal dressed in a gasmask and rad suit is building a "hoax" nucelar weapon in the harbour part of the city. While it is a bomb will its radius only be about... 10 feet, but he plans to use it to create a distraction while he takes a specific young girl as hostage, to demand a ransom."





IN the meantime, Hallow shrugs and puts down the folder on the dresser again. She stretches a bit before she jumps onto her hoverbike again, heading into town. She is just there normally dressed, making her unrecognizable from yesterday as she walks around. She heads towards the mall, aiming to find something good to snack on while she looks around for something to do.

Serpent's slight smile vanished when he heard what Morph had to say. Completely ignoring others that had appeared.
"What? Who?" He walked over to Morph's desk and leaned on it, craning his neck to look at the monitor. It surely looked like him, it was him, just smaller version of him. Growling he straightened back again, the effort of stretching his neck invoking a slight pain in his neck, apparently he had slept in a bad position as well.
"Perfect, just perfect. This is just..."
He stopped mid sentence and massaged his neck with his other hand, staring at the floor. This would make things even more awkward in public for him, With a deep sigh he looked up at the other agents. Morph was right, they looked less than friendly. He already knew Wizbang but the metal man didn't look very friendly either. The mystic woman just seemed weird.
"Hey, Wiz, how's things?" He said to the wizard, then regarding the cyborg man. He looked Gorgon sraight in the eye and sat down.
"I really don't go for robots. There is a broken vending machine down the hall, you could see if that warms up to you."
Then he quickly glanced at the mystic woman and waved lazily: "Yeah, hi to you too." He stared at the floor now, leaning on his knees and massaging his neck.
This day could have started better.
"Anyway, boss. If you have the time, I saw you spar the other day, care to teach me some moves, full contact? Give me something else to think at least."