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Like a rat; Ruby Red and Co
Topic Started: Dec 17 2009, 04:11 AM (624 Views)
Alexander Legard
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Timeline: January 24th, 2006
Place: Manhattan New York, New York


Life on the streets was hard. God, just a year ago 'Lex Legard would never have believed he would ever think about life on the streets as a cold, unironic reality he faced day in and day out. Was it just a year ago? It felt like more time must have passed than that. Or maybe significantly less time. There were days when he felt like just yesterday he had been in his old life. His life where he had a family, where he had a home, where he didn't have to worry about his next meal or when he'd have to move again to avoid suspicion.

No matter what cruel tricks his mind liked to play on him, the objective reality of the situation remained unchanged. He had been living on the streets for months, maybe a year or more. He had stopped counting the days last Christmas. As hard as it was to be a homeless teenager in New York, for mutants it was multiplied by a factor of ten. Lex had discovered very quickly that shelters were decidedly not. SHIELD searched those like clockwork. Within one very bleak week he had figured out that he was very much alone in the world and that he could only count on one person to see him through however long this ordeal lasted.

That person proved to not be very good at surviving in decidedly anti-mutant New York. While his most obvious needs were food, shelter and a few extra changes of clothes, Lex had thought to cut right to the root of the problem and earn himself some income. With even a meager salary he could eat and take care of his basic needs. He had resigned himself to squatting for shelter. A temporary fix, but one he felt terrible guilt over each time he laid his head down to sleep. How quickly his paradigm shifted.

He could hardly be blamed for his descent into crime, or so he told himself when ever alone and confronted with inner reflection. He had tried to make an honest living, but that hadn't worked. For months he had tried, and what did he had to show for it? He wasn't starving, and he'd managed to secure a duffel bag and a few changes of clothes. After two months, trying to work dozens of jobs, that was all he had managed. He was lucky he supposed, to have at least been able to work for a few days at each job before being let go. He got up to a week once. But his employers always put together the pieces, or at least found enough of them to become suspicion. And these days suspicion was tantamount to proof as far as mutants were concerned.

His first steps into crime had been tentative. First he stole from a supermarket to put food in his stomach, which had been empty for days. Soon it became a regular part of his week. Then he started to steal clothes and other things that weren't exactly necessary, but they were there and no one could stop him. Somewhere between clothes and banks came that bandanna. Retrospectively, it was silly to think that a piece of cloth over his nose and mouth would be enough to hide his identity. It had seemed romantic, and at least a little practical at the time. If he had known about the nickname the press would band him with he might have decided upon a different sort of disguise. Kid was a hard nickname to swallow sometimes.

His criminal career had only escalated over the past few months. Kid Tornado had gone from food to fences, from necessity to nine carats. His commission was still barley enough to live off of, but he was a mutant. Not like he had lots of choices in career. Something his fences knew well. Maybe that's why they sent him on crazy missions like the one he was on now?

He wasn't sure exactly what he was supposed to be grabbing, but he knew it was supposed to electronic and worth a large sum of money. The address was some ritzy uptown place, and supposedly ground security was tight. That was hardly a problem for the likes of Alexander Legard, the kid tornado. He crept through the vents of his target floor, taking previously memorized turns through the ducts as he neared his prize with absolute stealth.

He came out of the air vent a mist, descending upon the room in the seconds. The mist began to shrink upon itself, contracting rapidly until in the shape of a young man. And then there he was. Half his face concealed behind bandanna, Lex moved for the white box in the center of the barren room, pulling out his switchblade to cut away the wrappings a pull free his prize.

Free in every sense of the word.
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Fuck this war, and fuck this new country bullshit that the Bugle was blaring about. Ruby had business to take care of, and he wasn't going to be tiptoeing around because his kind got tired of being pushed around and started pushing back. Tonight they were tasked to relieve a primate scientist of a device that was supposed to be a long range mutant detector. It was supposed to be able to find the x-gene in kids as young as three, long before they were set to manifest. The scientist was a mercenary sort, and had put out a call through darker venues, offering the device first to the mutant leaders, sort of a blackmail situation.

Which brought it into Ruby's area of expertise.

While his employers stalled the greedy little monkey, Ruby Red was going to make sure that he ended up with nothing. They were supposed to grab the prototype, smash the lab and destroy any notes. The price tag for this little job was enough to set them all up for a full year, a provide a specific security should this war not end the way the genetically superior were hoping. Ruby did not intend on fleeing the country of his birth simply because the majority of its population thought got the willies from these lazer beam eyeballs of his, but he wasn't going to be unprepared if there was no other choice. No one told Ruby Summers what to do. He was in control of his life, whether or not people liked that. He lived it on his terms.

Every one of his people had a place and every one of them had a position, and even their newest kid, the speedster Blur, was following his orders to the letter. He was a good leader, let them spend their money on what they wanted, let them have what they needed, didn't call them on what they did as long as they didn't turn around and bite him in the ass. He let them do whatever the fuck they wanted when they weren't on the job.

On the job, they did what he said, or they'd get an eyebeam through their skull.

Only one not with them was Erebus, their shadow wielder. She had another job he couldn't pull her off of at the moment. Sometimes they were pulling three or for gigs at once, and thanks to Beta's doppelgangers, 'Ruby' was everywhere at once. He had a rep to maintain, and he was very visible a criminal. After all, he knew when to be seen and when to have an alibi. SHIELD hadn't gotten the chance to link him conclusively to a crime since his escape from the Raft, and despite Marvel's hound dogging, he was one step ahead of them always. He was a crime lord, and he was a powerful man.

His gang were smart enough to stick close.

They made it into the building and were three rooms from the lab, only a couple guards needing to be taken care of. Their info they'd gathered let them know when to hit, when the shift change was, and between Wolfbane sniffing out the guards, and Blur's speed taking them down in an eyeblink, things were moving things along.

As they approached the lab, Ruby tapped his cane on the floor and pointed it towards the door, indicating that Wolfbane needed to sweep the room for anyone in between themselves and their prize.
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Wolfsbane was still new to all of this, still learning, but she was a quick learner, and an eager one at that. She wanted to please Ruby, please the alpha. She wanted to do right by him like he did by her. If he needed a bloodhound, she could do that. If he needed a guard dog, she could do that. If it came down to taking a bullet for him, she'd gladly do that. He was the first person to ever show any kindness to her in her short and brutish life (and sometimes it felt like he was still the only one to do so), and she would repay that again and again and again.

So when he wanted her to check out the room, and he told her without words, she knew that that meant to be quiet too. She slowly nodded her head, a look of utmost determination on her face. She crouched down low, and pressed the side of her face to the floor, getting her nose by the underside of the door and sniffed, making sure to take slow, quiet breaths to make sure she wasn't heard. This was where she was better than any dog - she may not have been educated like a human, but she was intuitive and clever like a human.

She turned back to Ruby, not quite getting up, and shrugged her shoulders slightly, with a barely perceptible shake of her head. It was inconclusive in this particular room. There was something about it that prevented her from getting a solid read. It was smokey and musty and muddled everything up.
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in the air they like to fly.
Dog and butterfly.
She knew she had to try,
and she float back down to the warm soft ground,
laughing - she don't know why,
but she had to try, she had to try.
Dog and Buttefly.


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Tommy Shepard
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Out of the frying pan, or whatever it was that people say. Blur had been with Ruby and his gang for maybe a week and he was already waist deep in the sort of missions that Ruby had become infamous for. Tommy wasn't scared, that wasn't the right word for it. After maybe killing his dad and the harsh street life that followed, there wasn't much that frightened the boy. He figured,m as children do, that he had no doubt seen and been through the worst that the world had to offer. In the speedster's mind he was invincible, baptized in hardship and heartache, both of which he survived to see his way out of. If there was one upside to the manic lunacy that had been his life, it was that at least he didn't have to worry about the stress giving him gray hair.

Life for the last week had been different than Blur had been used to. He half expected when Mr Hardass took him in, to be coming into some prepackaged family, full of oven baked cookies and trips to the zoo. What he found was a loosely fitted speckling of people who had very little interest in getting to know the boy any better. Part of him liked it better that way. He enjoyed the idea of being a soldier in Ruby's makeshift militia, forgoing the complexities and stickiness that growing close to someone might bring about. He was part of something, but still on his own.

There was a piece of him however, deep inside that he kept hidden even from himself mostly, that had hoped that he would find a sort of second family within the gang's walls. As it were, he kept his distance from the man that he had, almost unconsciously, been starting to lean on as something of a father figure.

The streets looked different traveling with company. Gone was the stress that came with not knowing what was going to happen next. It was a strange feeling for Blur to have a purpose, to have his day mapped out, to know where he would be sleeping that night. As part of Ruby's team, Blur had an important part to play in today's activities. His speed proved invaluable in taking out the guards. As with every other snail like SOB on the planet, they were out before they knew what hit them.

Ruby tapped his cane and his little dog went running to sniff out the room, checking for possible people. She couldn't tell, which Blur found surprising since dog's were supposed to be all heightened and what not.

"Some nose you got. I'll check it out boss." Blur said. Then, looking toward Ruby for a nod of approval, he was off. He began to circle the room, but quite quickly came across a male figure wearing what looked to be a bandanna. Stopping, he looked at the man and said somewhat sympathetically. "Dude you are so in the wrong place." He turned toward the group. "I found somebody."
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Tabitha Smith
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It had been nearly two years since she had gotten into a huge fight with her parents and had run away from home, she had been pretty much living on the streets ever since. It was a very good thing that Tabitha Smith, or otherwise known as Boomer (or Boom Boom) was fairly adaptable and her mutant ability wasn’t noticeable, or at least not unless she was using it. If she did use it, it was rather loud, as in small explosion loud, because her powers consisted of being able to create small time bombs, which was rather useful in surviving on the streets. She wasn’t exactly starving, but she definitely wasn’t well feed, and her means of getting what she needed usually involved thievery. She had only about one other person to rely on besides herself and he wasn’t really doing much better than she was at the moment.

She had also taken a few “legit” jobs in the past couple of years, but she never kept them very long either...usually because she either blew something up or pissed someone off, or both in some cases. Either way she was surviving for the most part, but that didn’t mean she was particularly fond of her situation. She would like a few more people to rely on, as well as a somewhat more regular “income”, though she pretty much figured she would always be poor unless she won a lottery or broke into a bank or something. And honestly she wasn’t entirely opposed to less than legal...activities; she had been a street thief off and on ever since she ran away.

In the past few months she had actually been able to test out her thieving skills a bit more and it had helped her get a bit more money, though she was still very far from living particularly comfortably. In the process she had met one Alexander Legard and they had gone on a few jobs together. Tonight was one of those times; they were supposed to get something from some fancy upscale place. She was taking the outside while Lex used his powers to get inside; he was supposed to send her some sort of message to let her know that everything was cool. It had already been quite some time since he went in, and she was beginning to worry. She didn’t particularly want to lose the closest thing she had to a friend, so she decided that maybe she should get herself inside the building. Unfortunately she wasn’t going to be very subtle about it, but at least she was good at distracting people.

Tabby walked around the basic perimeter of the building, looking for the best entrance, which generally meant the entrance with the least about of guards. She eventually found one and tossed a few timebombs their way, while they were trying to figure out what the hell was going on she made a dash for the entrance and blew that open as well. It took her a little while to find a room that fit the description of where they were supposed to find the item, but she finally did when she caught sight of Lex’s form. She quickly learned though that he wasn’t alone, there was another young man also in the room.

She sidled up next to her partner in crime and her blue eyes shifted from him to the other boy, who was kind of cute, but she didn’t like someone else moving in on their job. “And what’s wrong with being here?” She asked, rather bluntly, but that was Tabby, she would never beat around the bush with anything.
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“Billy are ya alraht??” one of the men called out to Billy Brown, ordinary flatscan with a wife, three kids and re-used underwear and socks from the day before.

Billy walked awkwardly, his knees shaking while keeping himself up by pressing against the wall. The other two guards ran to dear Billy Brown who was supposed to relieve them of their shifts with a fourth of concern and three fourths aggravated at the thought of them having to stay through Billy’s shift. Each of them grabbed one of this arms and straightened him up to make sure he hadn’t been binging himself in his twelve-pack of Budweiser again.

“Damnit, Billy, ya can’t even stood up on yer own two boots. How maneh ya had ta drink toni---argh!”

Billy released a strike fierce a cobra to the throat of the first idiotic guard. His hands, slithered quickly around the rest of his neck as he leapt up into the air and caught the second idiotic guard’s neck scissored between his ankles. In one gracefully fluid motion he tipped to the side, slamming both their heads to the ground to knock them unconscious. Lithe for his stature, Billy quickly raised himself off the floor and pressed the buttons in front of him to unlock the doors. As a hissing sound escaped from the doors, Billy Brown fell down to the ground as if his very life essence had just escaped him.

Close by, the sound of clacking heels could be heard more distinctly inch by inch. A short, petite Asian woman in an all-black leather outfit with thigh-high stilettos walked by dear Billy Brown. She leaned down with a small flashlight in her hand and opened his eye to check on his pupils. Dilated. Good, but she couldn’t take any chances. Xi’an Coy Manh placed the flashlight back in her boot before delivering a disturbingly crushing punch that broke the man’s nose laying on the floor. Tossing her long beautiful locks to one side, she reached for her communication-link.

“Sector two, all clear for your arrival,” Shan said before putting away the device and looking back down at the man next to her heels.

“Thanks for the information Billy Brown, for how drunk you always are I’m surprised you were able to remember as much as you did. Don’t worry, a couple of days with Oxycodone and KFC should bring you back to shape in no time,” she said, finishing her sentence off with an ‘air kiss’ towards him.

The beautiful Vietnamese woman nodded to her ‘family’ as they walked past her to the last few corridors. It still felt slightly odd to her, almost forgetting for a moment that none of them were actually blood-tied as family. In fact, it had gotten to the point where she couldn’t even remember either of her parents’ or siblings’ faces any longer. They weren’t the typical family, obviously, but the fact remained that they were the only ones Shan had left in her life. For Shan, family was a privilege that very few and seldom get to experience with her.

Shan had gone through a rollercoaster and back again when she was first outed as a mutant. She had left her homeland of Vietnam to move to America in thoughts of escaping persecution. With some unfortunate luck her brother had killed their younger siblings and in turn, killed him by absorbing his psionic abilities into her consciousness . Now, especially, that her entire family is dead, Shan gives only her love, loyalty and respect to the Ruby Red gang. From retrieving classified information to the downright dirty work, Shan had acted as though she were Ruby’s left-hand woman.

Finally entering the room herself, Shan looked unimpressed staring at the two who seemed to be trespassing in the glory of her own team. "'Cuz you're in our territory, sweet-cheeks," Shan replied, putting her hand on her waist and tilting her head ever-so-lightly to give the blond a small wink.
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Alexander Legard
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There was a definite difference between 'Lex Legard and a real career criminal. Sure, Kid Tornado had a whole string of successful robberies under his belt, and a very press friendly moniker to boot, but he was no real housebreaker. He had the grab and go part down, but he lacked one of the most essential pieces in the robber's arsenal. Preparation. Your average accomplished cat burglar would spend upwards off a week casing a potential venue before making their decision, and more often than not they decided against the heist. Your average daring thief might hit a quarter of the properties they surveyed. In comparison, Alexander had never turned down a job. The most preparation he ever did was a quick run through of the air ducts, and he had stopped doing that after his first few jobs.

An experienced thief Lex wasn't, but his mother had raised no fool. He at least took stock of the room around him before going in for his prize. It was certainly a rather strange room to keep valuable technology in but it was fitting in a very obvious sort of way. The most striking feature of the room was its color. Or lack there off. Everything was white. There were barely even any shadows to mar the room either, as rows of lights illuminated the room below them, their light bouncing off the walls and the pedestal in the middle of the room and the floor straight into Kid Tornado's eyes. He knew he should have brought some shades.

If the room was off putting when taken in alone, it was straight unnerving when coupled with the pedestal in the very middle of the room that rose up from the floor to come to a flat top with a little mechanical latch on the front of it. Who built buildings like this? Only as the would be thief drew nearer did he noticed that the pedestal was separate from the floor and that a box rested on top of it, this was how seamlessly the three pieces blended together. They were even made of the exact same material. Like previously observed, unnerving.

But what grab-and-go-man let silly things like eerie surroundings and almost too easy heists get to him? Probably the not in jail kind, which Alex was nominally a part of but still he opened the box. Empty. Thoughts raced through his head. An alarming percentage of them containing profanities. Box is empty. It's a trap. Got to get out. Out the way I came. Unfortunately the way Alexander came in was as a gas and after a dozen tries to kick start his transformative power, no dice. A more careful thief would have at least goggled the company that employed the scientist and would have quickly found out they were also famous for developing something called nullification technologies. Lex was never that careful.

Ten minutes.

It didn't seem like that long of an amount of time to be stuck alone in a room. However, when you have no idea of what's happening outside the room, who was watching you, and being stuck under those damn lights the time seem to go by much much more slowly. He was crouched in a corner when the door to the room opened up all at once. The man who entered didn't look like a member of your average security detail, but that wasn't necessarily a good thing.

"Yeah, I'm begining to think so too." Alex tried to sound somewhere between intimidating and disarming. How well that came across remained to be seen. If worse came to worse however, Lex had already pulled the switchblade out from his back pocket, keeping it hidden behind his back. He was down right deadly when it came to throwing that thing, and he wasn't adverse to closer combat either. Luckily, the heavy artillery arrived. But maybe it wouldn't be so heavy after all. Could anyone use their powers in this building?

"Tabbs! Tabbs, my powers are out? Are yours still alright? We need to get out of here!" He was cut short when another stranger showed up. She sounded like she was talking bout a gang. Why was a gang at a science complex!?

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Ruby’s team stuck together as they approached the lab. They had gotten their intelligence and learned all the nooks and crannies from the blueprints. They had to move quickly and effectively in order to lower the chances of being attacked or captured. Their goal was important in the grand scheme of perpetuating the mutant species. The humans were developing a technology that could identify X-Genes through a relatively simple process. They could even identify children who carried the gene but had not yet manifested their powers. That was a dangerous advancement in technology. The humans could use it to wipe the emerging mutant race off the face of their earth. True, a large portion of mutants had sequestered themselves into Jus Soli but this detector could be a weapon used to root out mutants still in the general population. Mutants like Ruby’s gang.

Beta was keeping his copies to a minimum. It was easier for a smaller group to maneuver through the halls than for an army. If they needed a distraction he could sacrifice a couple of clones to run interference for the main group but they were playing it simple so far. Beta carried a baseball bat resting against his shoulder. It wasn’t as quick as a gun but it sure carried a message. Plus a ball bat was discrete. It didn’t have a loud report to alert any guards or security on duty.

Ruby’s gang approached the lab where the mutant detector was located. Rahne took a few whiffs but she couldn’t get a clear scent that the room was clear for their entry. Blur took a quick, literally, trip through the area and found that there was company waiting for them in the lab. It was some kid with a bandanna covering his face like a mask and a blonde chick that acted like Beta and the rest of the gang were interrupting something important. The multiplying mutant didn’t make any remarks as the others spoke and postured. He slapped the bat slowly into his open fist, trying to give the air of intimidating enforcer.

Bandanna Face whipped out a switchblade and brandished it at his opposition. He asked the blonde about her powers. Okay, they were mutants. This could wind up being a sticky situation. You never knew which mutants were carrying nuclear bombs in their fingertips. “Don’t get so twitchy kid. I’d be a shame for you and your girlfriend to be left here as evidence after our escape,” Beta said.
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Someone was trying to take what they had come to get. Unacceptable. Ruby had worked too damned hard to get where he was, to climb from the diamond dust that Jack had left him in, to be a gem of much higher quality, to let some other gang move in on what was his territory and the rest of his gang clearly felt the same way. They entered the room first, like they always did, to secure the area. Ruby was their hardest hitter, his powers the most dangerous.

Besides, it was all about effect, wasn't it?

When his gang parted and he was there, dressed in black, calm, casual, and cold as ice. Well, he fancied himself quite the gangster, and it showed. Few people he had ever gone up against were not impressed by his skills, and that was how he liked it. Ruby was feared, and that was better than being loved any day, wasn't it?

Kids, a pair of kids, they were not what he expected to see, and to have the boy with his pig sticker, calling for powers meant they were mutants? Oh, well, how nice this was.

What wasn't nice was that the minute he stepped into this room, there was a notable shift in his powers, the thump thump thump of them in his head fading, and though he was far too well disciplined to remove his glasses to see if what he was suspecting was truth. Figured these pieces of shit would have null technology to protect their precious little device. He had been expecting this though, and his gun was in his hand already.

Bringing it up, directly in the face of the boy with the knife, Ruby said, coldly, "You aren't going anywhere, kid, unless I say. My name's Ruby Red Summers. You think you can run with the underground around New York, then you know my name. This is my gang, and this is my score. I'm looking at either a pair of crooks looking to move in on my territory, or a couple of real stupid kids. We don't have time for twenty questions, so which is it?" He cocked his head towards the door, "Someone make sure our little meet and greet here isn't disturbed."
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Rahne crept into the room carefully, her nose sniffing the air carefully. The smoky smell was coming from the boy, covering over things, muddling the room up and making a solid read near impossible. She remained close to Ruby and watched both the boy and the girl carefully, her piercing golden eyes watching them intently.

Any sudden movements, and she would pounce. That was what she did best - she was a very good attack dog so to speak. Her posture was low and hunched, her arms out to her sides, fingers flexed, teeth bared. Outside of the gang (with the exception of a few), she trusted nobody. And these kids were outside of the gang, that was for sure.

They had these kids good and surrounded, too. Karma, Beta, and Blur had them covered from every conceivable angle, and if there were more angles that were needed, Beta could cover them too. And if they were to go for the exit, they'd have to get through both Rahne and Ruby, which, quite honestly, was nigh-impossible. It just wasn't going to happen.

Ruby was speaking now, and that meant one of two things: the kids were going to surrender, or they were going to try to put up a fight. A part of Rahne hoped for the latter. She was antsy, in need of a bit of action.
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[size0]Say the dog and butterfly,
in the air they like to fly.
Dog and butterfly.
She knew she had to try,
and she float back down to the warm soft ground,
laughing - she don't know why,
but she had to try, she had to try.
Dog and Buttefly.


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The little twerps were surrounded. There was no getting out for them. Karma, Blur, Beta, Rahne, the whole gang were ready to take them on in an instant. Blur could make that phrase work quite literally. Karma could also react at the speed of thought and even Rahne had her wolf instincts to help her out. Beta was the man for multiple muscle. Ruby gave his spiel about being the badass of the underground. If the bandanna boy had been running any kind of operation based in New York, he’d surely know about Ruby’s gang. He’d also know about how Ruby’s gang liked to hold onto their turf and what they were willing to do to hang onto it.

Ruby gave an order for a guard to be posted so their little soirée wouldn’t be interrupted. They were working on a tight time frame and couldn’t get behind on the schedule. Beat was more than happy to offer up a sentinel for the door or two. He snapped his fingers to produce a clone but nothing happened. The mutant tried it again to the same effect. “Sorry, give me a sec,” he replied. “Gonna post a clone or two at the door.”

It must have been the room. It must’ve been shutting down their powers. The lab knew that the device was important to mutants, so it made sense for them to employ technology that neutralized mutant powers. Beta was going to step out of the null field to create a couple of clones and then get back to business at Ruby’s side.

Beta backed out of the room keeping and eye on the two brats that were trying to take their loot as well as trying to keep an eye for any guards that might see him. Beta reached the edge of field, he knew this because he was able to make a clone. In the end, Beta made two copies. “I want you two to keep a watch for us,” Beta instructed.

“Fuck that noise, I’m going to make sure those kids don’t get away,” Clone One said.

“Me too. They shouldn’t fucking be here,” Clone Two added.

They turned to return to the lab and Beta tried to recall them into his body. Strangely, it didn’t work. They were inside the null field so Beta wasn’t able to absorb them. It should have worked. They also didn’t fade from existence. Beta never stopped to wonder how his powers would be affected by the null field.

The two clones hurried into the lab. They squeezed past Ruby and his gang and grabbed the two kids roughly, gripping them in strong submission holds. “No disrespect boss, but we don’t have time for talk. We gotta get out of this place before we’re found out,” Clone One said.

“Sorry Ruby,” Beta chimed in quickly. “They usually follow orders better but it must be the null field.”
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The dupes always sort of worried Ruby when they went off kilter like this. So much of his organization relied on respect and control, and these dupes, they had neither of those those things, and that was a danger to secrecy. No time to slap Beta around for it now... in a metaphorical sense, of course. Cracking Beta across the jaw would only produce two angry young mutants to deal with. Ruby wasn't afraid of Beta by a long shot, because a bullet in his head would stop him cold, but the kid had given him respect since he recruited him, and that meant he deserved the respect back. He deserved a little leeway.

"Blur, grab the chip," Ruby ordered his young speedster. "Grab it and get out of here. Meet us at the place I showed you." It was a show of trust in their new member, something to make him understand he was being given a place here in the gang. The kid was about to prove his mettle and earn his stripes. Ruby had faith that he was making the right choice.

Besides, if he didn't show up, Karma would find him and rip his psyche out through his nostrils.

Ruby approached the two captives and said, "We're getting out of here, and we're taking this little treasure." His cane came up, jabbing the boy in the chest, before he glanced over at the girl. "Now, you two can make the smart choice here, kids, or you can be stupid. I admire your skill and courage in getting this far, and I absolutely hate the thought of leaving the bright young stars in the mutant future to the hands of the primates who run this world, but I really despise stupidity. You're like me, like my compatriots here, and I like to do my best to offer our people a way to channel their skills and angers into survival. Stick with me, and I'll make you rich, powerful and feared. Go against me and I'll make you dead."
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Of course it wasn't empty. Blur wondered to himself for just an instant why, after all the shit life had put him through, did he think for even a second that his first field trip with Ruby and the gang would go smoothly. The loser in front of him looked a bit shocked to see another person standing in the room. Tommy was a bit shocked that anybody thought a bandanna was an acceptable disguise.

"Dude, you're fucked," Blur said, grimacing at the thought of Ruby getting all eye beam happy on the guy. Then, a leggy blond dish blew in beside him. She was a sight, and under different circumstances, Tommy might of tried to stumble through some lame pick up line. As it was though, he was way to interested in proving himself to Ruby to care about anything else. The blond asked what was wrong with them being in the room and before he could answer Shan gave them an answer. Tommy found it a bit strange that he hadn't beaten the Vietnamese woman to the punch, but added to what she said.

"You heard the wo-," Tommy's mouth felt heavy and sluggish and the boy felt himself slow down and match the world around him. "The wo-," he tried again, finding the slowed movements foreign after so long under the effects of his mutation. "What the hell is going on?" he wondered aloud, confused, but a bit relieved to be at least momentarily, in sync with his peers.

Looking around, he saw that the room had the same affect on everyone. Ruby gave the two what for, scolding them in a way that would have made Blur squirm if it had been directed at him. Beta's clones went spiraling out of control. The man's powers still freaked the boy out. Ruby barked an order at Tommy and the boy jumped to follow. He slowed a little, ironic in this setting, trying to seem less enthused.

Grabbing the chip, he heard Ruby give the two intruders orders of their own. Exiting the room, Blur felt his body speed back up. Once again those around him were snails. Poor bastards. Without a word to anyone, he shot off like a bullet toward the abandoned building he had been briefed about earlier.
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Shan stood by Ruby, her hands on her hips, waiting to see if the two youngsters were going to make idiotic moves. If they did, Shan would quickly act to disable them, but something seemed to be wrong. Not that Beta’s clones were always reliable in the first place, sometimes his clones were unstable like they had bi-polar tendencies. But something was even forcing his abilities to go haywire just creating them. She felt a shift when she first entered, but Beta and now, Blur had just confirmed what she felt. In the corner of her eye she saw the little emo kid pull out a weapon and clearly, this didn’t sit easily well with her.

Her powers were completely mental, and in situations where she would be more of a loss than an asset when she used her mutant abilities, luckily for her she carried her handy-dandy retractable pair of night sticks. She quickly took them out of their sheaths and were immediately on her sides, ready to bash whomever‘s skulls came in her way. They came for a prize and mutant powers or not, they were going to obtain their goal one way or another.

“Well kids you heard the man. I’d rather not leave a mark on your pretty faces, especially yours,” Shan said, winking to the blonde girl’s direction. “with my little friends here, but if you leave me no choice I might have to give you a good beating. And that would be a complete shame.”

A small grin came from the corner of Shan’s mouth. The little bastards had one of two choices now, and she hoped they would choose Ruby’s latter offer so she could play with both of them later on. Perhaps even together.
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Legard sounded like he was more than a bit freaked out and asked her if she could still use her powers, because they really did need to get out of here, “They were working when I was trying to get in here,” she replied, “I haven’t tried them since then.” And on that note she took a moment to concentrate on creating one of her signature “time bombs”, she didn’t even manage to create one of the tiny marble sized bombs. “Shit! Mine aren’t working either!” Her blue eyes quickly scanned their surroundings looking for a quicker way out, but it was beginning to look like they were going to be getting out of here very easily, even if she did find another exit. The boy was the first stranger to enter, but he definitely wasn’t last. He was soon followed by a pretty Asian woman, two men and a...werewolf...?

One of the men was sporting a pair of fancy looking red glasses, and seemed to be the leader. Tabby looked at the man in question levelly, if she was nervous it didn’t show on her pretty face, he was claiming that this was their territory and the others were part of some sort of gang that he led. “While I wouldn’t necessarily disagree on our being stupid kids part,” she replied, one corner of her mouth quirking up into a bit of a smirk, “We honestly didn’t know that other people were tryin’ to steal the same thing we were. We were just told what the item was and given directions to this place.” She added, gesturing towards the room they were all currently standing in.

She reached down and grabbed Lex’s wrist, fully intent on making a run for it if they had to, it was good that she was generally very skilled in the area of getting herself out of trouble. “It looks like there are more of you than us, and I don’t really want to get in a fight, so I guess we’ll just be on our way...” She spoke up again and began moving towards the nearest exit, but she paused when the guy with the red specs said something else to them. It sounded like he was offering them a place in his gang, that might be better than just her and Lex barely getting by and the words ‘rich’ and ‘powerful’ caught her interest.

She turned her attention back to the gang, an intrigued light flashed in her blue eyes and she said, “Rich and powerful, you say...?” She tried to keep her pretty face from splitting into a grin, “...Well that sounds a lot better than two street kids just barely getting by...”
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