Darryl looks at the note clutched in Goodguy's hand and notes the address. Absently he says to Broyko "Blog. But I tend to call in my stories, and my assistant types it up. I proof it, of course. I'd better call this in." He moves out of the room to head for his car.


Perception 13-, rolled 7 on 3d6. Made it by 6.
4 levels vs Range for sight Perception.

Detective Broyko watches Goodguy, and then Darryl Starre leave. He sighs and makes a call to the uniforms watching the safe house before he goes home to sleep. At the safe house, the squad car patrolling the area notes the big person appearing on the lawn and flashes their lights at him. After some quick hellos and a call from the patrol car, the front door of the house opens and Goodguy walks inside.

Soon after Goodguy arrives, Nighthawk alights down onto the lawn to be recognized by the police. After their acknowledgement, Nighthawk finds a sturdy oak to perch atop to keep watch for the night.

Before eight in the morning, an unmarked car delivers Dr. Patrovich to the police station. He sits in the task force bullpen and makes small talk with some of the men there (currently it's about his theory as to the identity of the humpback whale on "The Secret Singer").

Darryl Starre arrives promptly at 8:00.
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At exactly eight in the morning Inferno lands outside the police station. Walking inside he nods to the Sergeant at the desk, "Here to meet with Detective Broyko and Dr. Patrovich."

As soon as everyone arrives, Detective Broyko introduces Dr. Patrovich and then asks the doctor to wait a minute. The detective gets everyone's attention and explains that he has all the intel the police department could gather on The Crushers that aren't in custody. Then he starts showing documents on the wall, with pictures:

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Six years ago, a group of disgruntled research technicians from various corporations including Newtronics, Manning Enterprises, Emerson Electronics, and Program Engineering utilized parts and equipment they had stolen from their employers and modified. Their intent was to modify and adapt the stolen parts sufficiently to avoid patent violations while creating a prototype for a line of servant and assembly-line androids.
The prototype had an unprecedented degree of self-awareness, and when they decided to disassemble and re-build the model, it took offense. At this point, it renamed itself 'Mocker' and destroyed the technicians. Although technically an android, it has an obviously mechanical appearance, especially in its face, so maintains as low a profile as possible when active. Mocker is believed to be involved because the android and Frank Streeter tend to work together.

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Henry Barnet was a small time second story man and safecracker till he blinded himself in an accident while attempting to open a safe. A little over a year after Henry left the hospital, Hornet showed up. Fingerprints show that it's Henry, but the multi-prismatic eyes and winged flight suggest there have been a few changes.
Hornet was spotted in the rafters of the arena at last night's boxing match. The owner of the drone, which wasn't authorized to film at the match, posted video of Hornet online, and it was flagged by our automated facial recognition routine.

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John Shakura moved from Hawaiia to California as a young man, looking for work. While employed at a chemical plant he was inundated with numerous chemicals, including a large amount of acid, when the plant's anti-earthquake measures failed. Somehow, this led to him becoming a sort of 'human battery' with the ability to project and control electricity. The accident also destroyed any chance he had of living a normal life, and he has been on the fringe of society ever since. Shocker was spotted last week, manipulating machines at a local arcade so that they were all being paid for free.

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Theodore McIntyre was a professional hitter. He worked his way up to the pinnacle of his profession before he met Charlie Biggles in the penitentiary. Charlie Biggles was a weaponsmith and inventor and the two formed a close relationship. Both sentences ended at similar times, and when Ted and Charlie met on the outside, they built some armor and a mace, which Ted liked so much he renamed himself after it. The Mace robbed a liquor store at mace-point last week.

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Stanislas Laird is the son of Excalibur. It appears the magical defender of the British Isles taught SOME of his talents to his son, but not so many that Excalibur was unable to defeat him. It is believed that this is why Stanislas moved to the United States before changing his name to Stormlord. Excalibur sent a message indicating that his son would be involved with our next crime wave, but that was two months ago.

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Marion Henderson is a mutant, with the ability to control her density but not her mass. She traveled around the world looking for a way to control her powers, and was, apparently, helped while studying in India. For reasons we can't understand, people tend to do what she tells them to, even when it's against their better judgement.

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Hatter rolled in with Knockout. There was something different about riding with a superhuman, that edge he wasn't used to. "We should do this far more often." He was smiling even through his mask as seen by the glowing eyes there in.

It was good to have an expressive hero mask.
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Hatter listened to the download on the various supers that had to be looked after. "Marionette, any chance you have video of her initial interaction with people she gets to do things?"

"Without seeing it I can only guess off the top of my head. But, True Hypnosis or some kind of airborne substance. If people drone out I'm inclined to think directly mental domination."

Starre points out "Mocker is an A.I., probably with advanced electronics and computer skills. If anybody was planning the heists involving computer equipment, it was him. Dr. Patrovich, have you any insights into what they are trying to accomplish?"

"What you see in the dossier is all I've got, kid. For what it's worth, I've heard she's usually less than a foot tall but can still go toe to toe with whoever she wants."
Broyko waves at the screen, and the dossiers are replaced by grainy pictures that were apparently pulled from security cameras. "I can show you what they looked like, in the past. But don't get too caught up in these, they seem likely because they're the only ones recently seen."
The screen obediently changes to display

Dr. Patrovich has ignored the slide show, and the detective, and most of the other assembled parties. He raises his head from the notes he was reviewing and addresses Darryl Starre, "Ya'all gonna have ta wait till we's all here. I ain't about to repeat myself and ain't no one took roll, yet."

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This would be a good time for everyone to introduce themselves to Dr. Patrovich.

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"Ok, you're the doc. Goodguy, here!"

Darryl sticks out a hand."Pleasure to meet you Doctor. I'm Darryl Starre. I read your last article in Scientific American on quantum energy and multiphasic shielding. Am I right in thinking that pulsed energy can be tuned to be out-of-phase with this dimension when encountering barriers, allowing the energy to coalesce on the other side of the barrier? That has interesting applications for law enforcement and the military."

The conference phone on the conference table in the center of the task force area beeps, and a female voice says "Broyko, check the local feed."
Broyko looks perplexed, but presses a button on his remote. One of the smaller screens on the wall changes to show a news feed.

Broyko is already on the phone, and says after a minute. "The commissioner was watching, and everything available is already on the way. That looked to be Evergreen, Dreamweaver, Enforcer, and Shocker. We should gather everyone here, whether they're helping or not."
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Hatter set out the tiny camera drone so he could have data for later. "Hatter, mentalist." He tilted his head side to side as he was already chugging away at the information presented. "Well, that isn't good." He pulled out his cell and text Knockout and Impulse. ~Crusaders found. Assumed D.O.A. Medical teams are being sent to the site.~

He had some skill with deduction and a tiny bit with security but he couldn't do much if he wasn't on site.

Darryl is calm, but his voice sounds strained. "Dead? And that looked like Shocker of the Crushers. The Crusaders wouldn't do that, but why would his allies....wait. If the rumors were true, he would not stand by idly while the others tried to kill Evergreen. Shocker was apparently infatuated with the girl."

A hand on her mouth, Knockout listened to Hatter with horror. The Crusaders were dead ?! How could that be possible. Her models, such heroes, couldn't be dead. It was like the reality had become too horrible to believe in it.

"Where... how..." she could only mutter back, and she looked around for moral support.

Hatter flipped his phone over a few times thinking over his reply. "No word on that yet. Looks like a hit job but without seeing the site that is an assumption. Deep breath Darlin, we will take this one step at a time and we will be damn sure justice gets done."

"Keep your ears open, either someone is showing off or this is a distraction. One step at a time and we will see this through."

"Hold yer horses, there, lad. I don't think the lady'd ask fer an ambulance if she figgered they was beyond hope. Less ya all got some medical degrees I ain't privy to, you'd probably do more justice to the sitchy-ashun by stayin' here and hearin' me out."

"It's right through here, sir. If you could, please tell Detective Broyko that we haven't found anyone else."
The officer motions Drifter through the door.

Impulse has been standing and staring at the screen. "None of them can fly," she says quietly.
"Those are the majority of the Crusaders that CAN'T fly. Neither Laserfire nor Manta Man is there, and they can fly. Blizzard's not there either, maybe that means nothing."
"Oh, I'm Impulse, Dr. Patrovich. I can fly."

In reply to Impulse (msg # 32):

"Does one really need to be able to fly to be capable of flight?  Sorry to intrude gentle beings but I was escorted here.   The name is Drifter and I feel there is no real need for introductions as I know you all a little by your reputations.  Except for you Sir ?"
motioning over at the person who was just talking
"Nor is Death the end of things for the Living Miss.  There are powers out there that can if properly motivated or crafted will be able to restore the Dead to Life.  But the Cost is often worse than the loss of the deceased.  Have any of you ever heard of a Resuscitation Chamber?"
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Darryl swallows and asks "Drifter, do you or Hatter have the capability of temporarily transferring abilities from one person to another? I don't tend to advertise it, but I have a minor ability to regenerate. Its helped me in several high danger zones."

In reply to Darryl Starre (msg # 34):

"Hmm interesting idea Mr Starre. I can not speak for anyone else but I know of a world where a psychoactive substance call skin is supposed to exist.  If your Regeneration is mentally based we could pop over to The Many Coloured land and see if we can create or borrow some.  I am sure the None Born King Aiken Drum would be thrilled to enter into negotiations, from what I have read the trickster is such an interesting fellow.

The Skin as far as I know can help regrow limbs and such but the patient must be willing.  It is as I have already stated a psychoactive stuff but it will require a Road Trip to acquire it and it is a world occupied by Sabretooth Kitties, Hoe Tusker Mammoths and Mentalist Aliens of two different species.  There are of course other alternatives but Skin is on this world and much easier to get to... relatively speaking

Yippee Yahoo err sorry I reallly do like road trips.  Anyone up to adopting a Hyenadon puppy from around 26 million years ago?"
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Darryl shakes his head. "Don't think it's mental. I was investigating a DEMON lair and interfered in one of their rituals. During a scuffle I got thrown into some sort of magical transformer box. It left me with some form of regeneration and now my body automatically softens physical and energy hits that I take. Its made my job easier, being able to survive the 'front lines'. I don't think this Skin of yours would work, but you never know."