"You sound pretty ambitious, Ozzy.  That's nice to see.  I wish you the best of luck." Mirage said with a smile.  "Do you have a business card?  I can't say that I've thought of anything more than just finding the bad guys and driving my high heels into their soft spots."

"Gysbourne and Farris?  I have heard of them.  I think that I know your father.  Odd that I didn't make the connection between you two before.  You must have more of your mother in you than your father."

"Eh, I dunno about that. We're both bullheaded, and we've both got temper issues if the right buttons get pushed. It's just that I want what I want, and he wants what he wants, and unfortunately that puts us at odds. Of course, that's a quote from Mom right there. Still, I can see parts of her in me. I don't think in black and white like Dad does. Yeah, I know, honest lawyer, who'd have thunk it? Well, not like I'll have to worry about it much anymore. When he found out about the whole 'me being a wizard' thing, he flipped and kicked me out. Then again, I did kind of lie to him for ten years, so I guess I can understand that he's really angry about it," he said as they got to the ground floor. He opened up the door to the lobby for Mirage, motioning for her to go through first once again.

Mirage stepped through the doorway into the lobby.  "So you are on the outs with your father?  I'm sorry to hear that.  He isn't a bad fellow from what I've seen.  I'm sure that he'll get over this whole lying to him bit.  You have wizards in your family so how can he be all that mad about you being one, unless he's mad about him not being one."

"Not that it matters all that much.  You have to take care of your own destiny after all, and you couldn've done worse."

"Well, I kinda had to. That was part of 'Da Rules', you know what I mean?" he said, glad that the manager was on break or whatever at this time. He walked over to the wall where the mailboxes were for the apartment residents, opening his uncle's box and pulling out the contents.

"Bills, junk, bills, 'you may already have won' scam... where is it?"

Suddenly, a voice came from behind them.

"Aaaah, little Ozzy! Of course, you not so little any more, huh? Hah!"

When you turn to see who it is, an older, bald Asian man with a Fu Manchu, wearing a faded Hawaiian shirt and a pair of khaki pants.

"Oh, bike messenger bring something for you, a couple minutes ago. I tell him you not here then, but I knew you'd be coming tonight, yeah? Here!"

The old man then tossed a small box at Ozzy, who caught it in his right hand.

"Thanks, man! I gotta get Dave his mail, and then I gotta roll out again. Later!"

"Ohhh, you go tella you lazy uncle that he better not bring loud party home! I got five complaints last time! He need to turn it down, or find new place to live!"

"Yeah, arright, I'll let him know. Oh, Mr. Sutra, this is my friend M. M, this is Mr. Sutra, he owns this place."

"Ooooh, hello little lady! Nice to meet you. You not bum like Dave are you? You no look like it. Maybe you need someplace nice to stay, yes?"

"Nice to meet you Mr. sutra." Mirage said pleasantly.  "Looks can be deceiving but I don't think that I'm a bum like Dave.  He's a really nice man."

 She slipped an arm around Ozzy's, and stepped closer to him.  "I already have a place to stay but I'll keep you in mind if things change for me.  I've never been here before but it looks like a nice building."

"Pah! He play music at bars for money. You know what we call that back home? A beggar! He need to get real job, find nice girl!" said Mister Sutra, walking back to the desk where he sat and watched the front door.

"Well, at least he's good at it. He's never late with the rent, is he?" replied Ozzy, trying not to let the old man's words ruffle his feathers.

"Bah, he just lucky! You, Ozzy, you good boy. You help him and... Ooooooh! Hee hee hee! Ozzy, is there something you not telling me?" teased Mr. Sutra as he saw Mirage take Ozzy's arm.

Ozzy shook his head and chuckled, "Nah, Mr. Sutra. Don't you think she's a bit old for me?"

"Hah! Just messing with you, little Ozzy. My eyes not that bad yet. Now, go on, get out of here! You got things to do, yeah? No time to waste with an old fart like me." chuckled the old man as he sat back in the swiveling chair behind the desk, smiling.

"Heh, all right, Mr. Sutra. See ya." replied Ozzy as he started towards the door to the stairwell once more.

Once they were out of sight of the old man, Mirage let go of Ozzy and gave him a playful punch in the shoulder.

"Too old am I?" She said with a laugh.  "So what's next?  You've got your uncles mail and I'm assuming that the compass is that little package that the bike messenger dropped off."

Ozzy chuckled, "Hey, I'm sixteen. 'Too old for me' includes Meg at the moment."

When Mirage asked about the compass, Ozzy opened the small box, revealing, well, a compass. It was old, with a wooden body and scripted, gilded letters. The hand spun freely at the moment, as if the Earth's magnetic field was on the fritz.

"Yeah, this is it. I guess we have to tell it what to seek, huh? There's some instructions in here, too."

Before he could read them, though, a message came through his comm link. Ozzy looked around a bit before replying, "Ten four, good buddy. We've got the compass, anyway, and we're about to head back."

He then turned to Mirage, "Looks like there's a meeting getting started at Meg's place. I assume you know how to get to Derring Condominiums? Meet me on the roof, I'll take care of Dave. And, uh... well, sounds like they're getting started without us... did you hear what they just said?"
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"I know Derring condominiums." Mirage replied.  "Getting there will not be a problem.  I wouldn't be concerned about them starting already.  The Legacy is used to my dramatic entrances and one never wants to be the early to a party.  I'll see you on the roof."

Mirage gave Ozzy a soft pat on his cheek.  "Such a shame that you think me too old." she teased as she started to walk up the stairs.

Mirage stepped out onto the roof and shivered with a sudden cold wind.  She stepped over to the edge of the roof and peered down at the street below and waited for Ozzy.

Ozzy nodded, before dashing off up the stairs, headed towards Dave's apartment.

After a few minutes, Ozzy came running through the roof access door, shutting it and grinning.

"Arright, we're good to go! Let's roll."

The building is just now turning into a full blaze fire men have yet to arrive.

Ex landed in front of the building searching ofr a source of water. Spotting a fire hydrant he sends to Darren [[Wanna handle the water flow while I go get people out?"

Ozzy's uncle Dave had been doing what he could to help people get out. He'd grabbed his guitar and was strumming and singing as best he could, using his musical magic to get people to follow him down the fire escape and out of the building, almost like the Pied Piper. Of course, those who were trapped in their apartments wouldn't be effective, as their survival instinct would keep them from walking through anyplace that was directly covered in flames.

  Fluid flowed off of Ex, and onto the hydrant, directing the water as he could to try and put the flames out.  {{I have it, you get the ones who are stuck, love.  Be careful!}}

[[Always}} Bill sent back to Darren before FLying off back towards the building. Moving with as mcuh speed as he dared he makes his way into the building and out again heeach time carrying people.

Seeing the two costumed Paras doing their jobs and getting people out, Dave did what he could to herd the people who were already out away from them. Last thing the paras needed was a mob of people trying to get them to save one specific person.

The firemen soon arrive and stop as the Hydrant seems to be using itsefl and the people were being borought out with greater speed then they could hav emanaged. After several nerve wracking minutes Ex gets everyone out of the blaze and fluid seems to have taken control of the flames that seem to be dying down.

Ex stood sweating as he brought the last person out scanning hte area for anyone that might have been involved with setting hte fire.

  The fire now under control, Fluid flowed off the hydrant, and up around Ex once more.  Giving Ex an all-over hug, he said "You notice anything weird?"

"Can't see anywhere the fire started.. looks like it just burst into flame, definietely an  arsonist we're dealing with.

"Yeah, it acted like someone poured gasoline on a lit match.  But where is the accelerant??"

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"Thats the problem. I don't see evidence of one. NO discarded matches no evidence of gasoline. WE'll have to leave it to the sniffer dogs." WHen Jeff Arrives Ex nods to him. "HEy Ice, looks like we might be dealing with a firestarter..."
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>>>>>>>>From Derring Condominiums>>>>>>>>>

The two heroes could feel a slight chill in the air as Icepick arrived.

"Wow....I was gonna try to help you guys out but it looks like you've got things taken care of here. What happened?"

Two firemen approach the three heroes one leading a dog. Two more are staying by the truck neither seem too happy.