Cyrus starred at the screen in front of him, an evil grin stuck on his face as he began to feel a great joy grow inside of him. He had already had most of the equipment delivered to him, and spent the past three nights assembling the great computers needed for the transfer. The towers were huge and produced a great hum that filled the room. The screen showed all system operational and ready for DNA transfer. It had cost a substantial amount of money but with his skills as a hacker it was an easy task to come into the money.
Now all he needed was a test subject, someone with a power, someone from the agency list. He stood and walked across the room to his original computer. The screen had been showing the list for quite some time as Cyrus wondered the room thinking who to pick. Some were out of the question, police officers, men with violent backgrounds etc. But one seemed particularly excellent. A woman. Ami Wheeler. An average woman, but identified as a woman with special genetic abilities. The last report had said she was in the city.
Cyrus' grin grew and he decided on a course of action. He decided to print off all women with powers who would be in the city right now. Surprisingly he found several that fit his search. Perhaps his tests would be conducted sooner rather than later. It was an incredible revelation. Taking the sheets of paper with physical descriptions and a passport sized photo he threw on a leather jacket and set out for the streets. One clear task in his mind as he ran his fingers over the small metal object in his pocket.
"Time to find me a subject." He said grinning from ear to as he set out onto the street.

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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(is it ok if i play Rebecca's brother as a minor charry too?)

Rebecca brushed a dark peice of hair out of her eyes and tried to concentrate on nothing. The screaming baby in the section ahead of her was sending sound waves bouncing around her head. Once she lost control of one sense the rest were whack. She could also feel the air attendant walking up and down the aisles, the horrible perfume of the woman sitting five rows ahead, and the tapping of the foot of the man sitting on the opposite side. She could feel and sense everything.
"You ok?" Her brother Matt asked beside her.
Rebecca noded. The plane they were in went in a small fit of turbulences that sent waves up her arms.
"Holy..." Rebecca muttered. Matt reached out and patted her arm.
"You've never been plane sick before."
"First time for...everything." Rebecca managed. The captain announced their decent and Rebecca dared to open her eyes. New York loomed below them. Her brother was going to take her around the city and other parts of the to do sight seeing and visit their parents on their business trip in Vancouver. Rebecca tried to block out her senses quickly and managed to do so before the plane the ground and started to slow.
Rebecca looked out, not exactly happy to be in the city.

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((Yah that's cool Amoniel. I'm sorta playing my charries flatmate so 'tis cool. It helps us get to know them better I think))

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(thanks! this is a really cool RP btw...)

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Ami fought her way through the chaos of rush-hour traffic, both on foot and by subway, and found herself breathless at a ticket desk. "Airport - " she explained urgently. The many-piercinged, heavy-eyed teenager gave her an unimpressed look and proceeded to explain with many a 'like' and a 'dude' that the airport was outside the city, and the subway did not go far enough.

"Get me as close as you can, then," snapped Ami. She normally would have flushed crimson under his gaze, but due to extenuating circumstances merely shoved a pile of change his direction and departed clutching some obsolete ticket. Which subway...?

Having boarded the one she thought seemed to match the description on the ticket Ami seated herself - and a moment later was standing - and proceeded to fidget herslef nearly out of her mind until the train began to move at what seemed an unbearably ponderous pace.

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Rebecca slowly clambered off the plane. The lack of sleep she had aquired that day was making her feel drowsy. Rattle rattle BANG. The food cart, pushed by the air attendant clanked noisly next to her. Rebecca flinched to tired to stop her senses. Matt looked at her and continued to walk.
"You know, you've been really strange lately." He remarked.
"Thanks." Rebecca scoffed. Matt rolled his eyes.
"Come on, we need to catch the subway soon." He hurried off to take catch the bus that took them to the subway.

Rebecca rested her head against the plush seat in the crowded bus. A headache threatened menacingly in the back of her head. The middle age-d guy sitting next to her caused her to sneeze violently. He smelled like mold and smoke and rotten eggs. The bus hit a bump which sent vibrations through her body. Rebecca groaned to tired to block out her power.
"First stop SUBWAY!" The bus driver called. Matt nodded at Rebecca and she pulled herself out of the seat and grabbed her purse and carry on bag. The bus driver grunted at them and pulled out the suitcases. Matt grabbed his and started to walk. Rebecca followed down the stairs of the subway. They paid for their tickets and sat down to wait for the train. A small toddler was standing on the seat next to them while his mother fed the baby in a stroller. The toddler clapped his hands and jumped up and down. Rebecca closed her eyes and leaned back trying to relax
BAM A flash appeared infront of Rebecca's eyes and she saw a flurry of movements. Instinctively reaching out she grabbed hold of the toddler just as he was falling off the chair.
"OH!" The mother cried, relieving Rebecca of the stunned toddler, "Thank you so much!"
Rebecca smiled in return and sat back. Matt however was staring at her.
"How did you..." Matt started.
"I don't want to talk about it."
"But you had your eyes closed."
"Matt, stop."
Rebecca glared at her brother and adverted her eyes toward the passing subway.

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Tally sat on the train car next to Ami's. They were not on the right subway for the place Ami wanted to go but she wasn't about to point that out now was she? It didn't make any difference to her anyways. She'd find a way to corner her no matter where in this city they went.

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Kaisa stuck her thumb out to hail a cab. Taxi after taxi continually sped past her. She checked her watch and cursed loudly. She was going to be late for work. Growing increasingly frustrated she made one last ditch attempt at hailing a cab. Finally one slowed down and Kaisa got inside and told him where she wanted to go.The car sped off, and Kaisa put on her Ipod and let the music soothe over her till they reached Five Star Comics.

Kaisa sat with her head on the passenger window and watched the world go by. Everyone going about there daily business. Kaisa smiled to herself, she really did love this place.

Before she knew it, the taxi arrived outside the comic store. Kaisa gave the driver his fare and thanked him for the ride and got out. She looked up at the sign and gave a resigned sigh as she walked through the door.

"Hey Kaisa" came the drawling voice of Rob, her manager and owner of the store. "You feelin any better?"

"Uh, yeah. I'm fine, got the all clear" Kaisa replied with a false smile as she walked into the back room to hang up her bag and jacket. "So, you want me to do the accounts Rob?" she enquired, knowing full well what the answer would be.

"Yeah sure, thanks Kais'" he replied.

Kaisa mouthed the words back and then turned to face him with a smile. "Okay, just hand them through and I'll get through 'em" and took a seat and waited on Rob coming back.

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Ami got off the subway at what seemed a likely point and emerged in a crowd of commuters with no conceivable idea where she was going. Eyebrows knotted into an expression of decided anxiety, she took a few steps in one direction and then in another and eventually picked a path at random and hoped against hope that a taxi would be forthcoming.

Keeping to mostly crowded sidewalks Ami kept a weather eye out for telltale bright yellow, and was rewarded with the sight of an idling car by the side of the road.

"Airport," she panted breathlessly, sliding in and clutching at her purse.

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Tally got off the subway and became interested in a magazine stand as Ami hailed a taxi. She didn't need to read her mind to know she was trying to get to the airport. However, the subway had taken them the opposite direction. So she waited to see if the taxi would take her or not. You never knew in this city if they would oblige you or tell you get lost if they didn't feel like driving that far.

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The taxi driver squinted back at Ami where she sat. The car wasn't moving, which drove her into a further frenzy of desperation.

"I'll pay you - I'll pay you double," she gasped, throwing him a pleading look. "Please, I really do need to get to the airport."

A grumble issued from the front seat, but the vibrantly colored vehicle nosed into traffic. Ami exhaled a sigh of relief, leaning back. After a moment of this she peered anxiously out the windows. Seeing as she'd never actually seen Tally this was slightly futile, but it was better than sitting twisting the straps of her purse in her lap until they broke.

The taxi driver gave her a strange look in his rearview mirrior and Ami desisted. Fishing her cell phone out of her purse, she paused for a moment, attempting to recall Carlos' number.

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Cyrus wondered aimlessly down the various over crowded streets. He analyised every single face he saw. He would be incredibly difficult to find the people on the list but he was confident he would find one person eventually.
It was daunting in such a large city filled to the brim with human garbage. He disliked all the average people he saw around him. They were all sheep, ready to follow any person who gave delusions of grandeur. It was a bleak time in which to live.
Cyrus pressed on, diving through the sea of people who walked the streets. It depressed him to be walking on the same streets as these people. He turned into a new street spying a shop he actually enjoyed visiting, a small comic book shop in which he read and sometimes bought comics of super heroes, mostly vigilante characters like himself. Feeling like needed a break he steeped in. The many rows of shelves were always in pristine order. Something Cyrus loved. Order. He casually walked toward his favorite section, The Punisher. Here was a man he admired. He took the law into his own hands and dealt out punishments as he saw fit. Cyrus intended simply to amplify the methods.
He idly flicked through, picking a few issues up, when he noticed a young lady sat across from him. He forced a smile to show social pleasantness. Suddenly he felt a tremendous feeling of recognition. He glanced at her again and looked back down at the books.
"Where do I know her?" He muttered under his breath.
Then it hit him like a thunderbolt. He pulled out the papers and quickly flicked through them, hiding his hands behind the shelf. There it was. Kaisa Anders. Perfect. He couldn't help but smile and quickly thrust the papers back in his pocket, continuing his false search among the comics.

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Kaisa had just finished doing Rob's books. She managed to get through it all in about 10 minutes. She kept the calculator at her side, so as not to arouse any suspicion. Lately she wasn't needing it for anything, she was able to add it all up in her head and remember the amount everytime without fail.

Kaisa began to have a sensation of being watched. Casually she looked up and saw a man clad in black. He smiled at her and she politely smiled back. She knew his face, he came in quite often and lingered for a while at the Punisher section before purchasing a handful of various comics.

Something about him unnerved her, she couldn't quite place what it was. Even his smile gave her a weird feeling, so she turned away for a few minutes before looking up again. Kaisa began looking around at the other customers in the store, though her eyes began to move back to this familiar stranger.

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He continued picking up various copies, flicking through the pages of a couple he actually did like. Most he had already bought; his collection at home was massive. Around three boxes full to brim with comics lay under his bed. It was a hobby, reading. He enjoyed comics for the over the top stories and artwork. Plus the Punisher was an idol.

Suddenly he realised she was glancing at him. Perhaps she had noticed his own stares. It didn't really matter. He needed to speak to her, perhaps she would help him without force.

He walked around the shelves toward the woman. He smiled courteously and coughed a little to get her attention.
"Excuse me, I was just wondering do you have any old Batman comics? I have searched everywhere for the really early stuff but found nothing."
He sounded genuine and smiled again. Thrusting his hands into his pockets he toyed with pulling out the object in his pocket and using it.

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Rebecca followed Matt onto the subway train that had just stopped. They found seats near the back and sat down. Matt took out his iPod and started to listen to music. When the train started Rebecca had nothing other to do than stare blankly out the window.

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