Dragon Fist crossed his arms and nodded.

"Yes...we actually had captured a shipment of the weapons from the harbor. I wasn't involved personally, but a couple of our number were. Our residet technopath was checking them out to see if he could find out anything more about them."

  Meg nodded and said "Yes.  I stopped in before you woke up.  I think a lieutenant Boyarski has my card, I met him the night I moved into my residence.  I mentioned offering my . . . 'first aid' services to the Weston PD as needed.  That can be discussed at further length at another time, however.  I would, no offense,  prefer that none of your officers or yourself again need assistance like that.  Which is why we are here.  I can show you a number of caches of these weapons that have been placed in a number of locations around town.  Thankfully, I can GEM scan without anyone noticing."
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"Well As long as you find something we can prosecute him with there should be no problem. But if you bust in there and theres nothing illegal going on theres not much we can do save hold him a night or two. As for the Bertelli's they're pretty well covered it'll be hard to get some dirt-" The captain stops and stairs at  the shadow behind the door.

A young man dressed in dark clothes his head shaved and his eyes covered by a pair of sunglasses steps out of the shadow of the door. "I can get you all the dirt you need on Bertelli."

  Andy half-grinned, and waved a hand indicating the fellow could come closer.  HE wasn't going to bite.

Dragon Fist looked at the stranger closely, but allowed him to come closer.

It appeared as if he had something that might be of relevance. If it could help nail the Bertellis, it might be worth it.

"And who would you be?" Jordan asks apparently the only suspicious one of them.

THe young man stepped forward. "I'm Michael Bertelli, Antonio Bertelli's son."

Dragon Fist looked at Michael and crossed his arms.

"Pleasure to meet you Michael...I have one question though...why are you selling out your Father?"

"Well, this is kind of complicated. He's more my adoptive father I was raised in a facility run by the government, apparently my great grandfather was a mask back in the 30s. I...got loose bout 8 years ago wound up in Weston where Antonio took me in. I started working for him after a while but since Legacy has gone public..He's becoming like a man obsessed, I'm not certain he still gives a damn about me...if he ever did."

  Meg said softly "Not everyone is as lucky as I am, I know.  You're willing to let Mr. Bertelli receive the punishment the law dictates for any crimes he is convicted of?"

  Andy just listened, if someone wasn't afraid of him (he'd seen himself in a mirror), then he was happy enough to let them talk for now.

"So what's your price for this information? I mean, you're probably not gonna just give us all of Bertelli's juicy little secrets for free, are you? What do you want out of this deal?" asked Painter, somewhat suspicious of this person's motives. After all, this could easily be a trap set by Bertelli to lure them in. Make them think they're flanking Bertelli, when really they were going right where he wanted them.

Iris looked up at the mention of a government facility, "Really? What facility? Were they mean to you or something? I liked living a the Facility." She asked conversationally before catching on to the serious looks on the faces of the others and clamming up.

"Amnesty" He said simply. "I give you dirt on Antonio, my working for him gets stricken from the record and I get to go free starting a new life." He stops looking at Iris. "How could you enjoy that hell?"

Iris shrugged, looking abashed, "They liked me. They give me stuff to fiddle with, to make gadgets and stuff." She admitted, looking at him through her eyelashes, "I mean, it's not like I want to go back or anything. But I can't remember anything before then."

Dragon Fist crossed his arms and looked at the New Age Defenders.

"Well guys...it's your show...do we take him at his word, and hope the information he has is correct?"

In truth, Dragon Fist was not the best person to ask at this moment. Between Friday's leaving and the return of the Dark Champion, his decision-making process was liable to be a bit scattered. That wouldn't stop him from kicking ass if he had to though...

"I think this is more my decision guys. I think I can work something out if your information is solid, if we can make a prosecution stick because of your information, then all the better. " He turns again to the New Age Defenders. "Alright if you can shut down this factory and find proof that he's selling the weapons then I can work with the D.A. to get an indictment."

"One more thing this...raid your going on, I want in. THat way he knows I'm not following him anymore.."

  Meg nodded.  She said "Here's the one rule:  If you get hurt, you haul your butt to see me.  ASAP.  Ask Captain Jordan how good my 'first aid' is."

Dragon Fist looked at Shade for a moment.

"All right...but don't take this the wrong way when I tell you that I've got my eye on you. All the same, I hope that you're on the level, son..."

Painter smirked. This was definitely getting interesting.

"Works for me. Well, then, are we ready to roll, guys? Now that we've gotten the go ahead from Captain Jordan here, there's nothing else stopping us. Are we all ready? Because, ladies and gentlemen, I do believe it's go time!"

Ex nods. "Lets go, I'll scout ahead, keep in touch via communicator." WIth that he takes to the sky.

>>TO BUILDERS WAREHOUSE>>

Dragon Fist also takes to the air, following Excelsior...

>>>>>>>>>>>To Builder's Warehouse>>>>>>>>>>>

THe young man watches the other two fly off. "So how are the rest of us getting there?"