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Nemaz watches her break in through the window and land. Nemaz looks her up and down for a few seconds almost the whole time while she’s talking to John. Then as she mentions. “true justice.” “Riiiiiight.” Nemaz says sarcastically. “You’d be surprised at how many lives I’ve saved and averted tragedy to. Jason Todd had my idea. He just didn’t go about it correctly…”

“Well” Nemaz shrugs not moving at all. “If there’s nothing more you have to say, then, it has been nice seeing you. Words of advice Try not to fuck this city up too much. Collateral damage gets payed for with taxes. And people tend to live in these buildings. I heard about what you did to the streets that day. Not a good look. Keep things orderly. Their better that way. Have a nice night.”

[Whatsyourface]

“Interesting.” Nemaz had a neutral face through the whole thing. He knew the chair wasn’t gonna hit him and already not to react. “It wouldn’t surprise me if you weren’t bluffing. I thought someone like you was going to come along eventually….” Nemaz’s hands go behind his back.

“I was wondering when some like you would come around. Someone with that much power and no restraint. I wanted to see what people would do if someone like you existed. Who was so indistinguishable from a god that eventually if you so chose, you would fancy yourself one. And there would be little stopping you. But oh…”

You can hear the sarcasm in his voice as he then says “But you’ll be the god of the people” sarcasm ends “People are already waiting for you to fuck up to turn people on you. People are scared of you. Not me. I don’t fear anything you’d do to me. What I’m more afraid is you’ll have that much power after following your own lone perspective you’ll fuck everything up. You’ll end up like me.” Nemaz tilts head a bit. “Before you, there wasn’t anyone to oppose or who posed any kind of threat. And I following my own path I don’t know or holly believe is right, I’ve already done so much. I learned a little bit about power, when you have power over people, it changes you. The mere existence of your power changes things. And I see it in what you do. Already, what you say is absolute. All people can plead and appeal but ultimately it seems like your already going to try to make your way to becoming the king one way you see or another. You might not set foot in the whitehouse all…”

Nemaz shook his head. “But yes. I can see. You’ll see the world for what is. And you might not like everything you’ll see. When that strikes. Your word will be law. What I wonder is what you think humanity is going to do, when that happens….”

Nemaz wanted John to remember his words. Because if this was ever going to go down this road, he wanted him to remember his words.

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Bio:

Name: John Emerson
Race: Human
Appearance: John is tan skin, brown haired human with green eyes. He is a regular 5 10. He wears an exoskeleton on his waist and legs that allows him to walk as he paralyzed waist down. John wears different clothes, however often times he wears a simple grey hoodie, jeans and sneakers. He has a brown backpack. It is apparent he is hiding things in his hoodie. However, he usually keeps his hood down. He has generally friendly demeanor often times.

John was walking around Grandoak. He was returning uptown after a long journey. John had some things he wanted to get. The mechanical movement of his lower body exoskeleton attracting some stares from the local residences. He had stopped here to pick up some supplies and now he was off.

[Whatsyourface]

–ERIC BRADSHAW–

I pick up a Panzerfaust-3 and take about 3 Heat rounds. “If we’re gonna hunt a powerful infected from the labs then I’d say there isn’t such thing as overkill. However. There is such a thing as too slow….” “You ever been toe to toe with one?” “I’ve shot at one. Never been in close combat. Most people don’t last long enough against one close up. If it gets it’s hand on you, usually your good as dead. Get some armor piercing ammunition.”

–KAISER–

Kaiser was in the bottom lab with the infected scientist. The lab was locked down, and all the cameras had been destroyed. However, it was still possible to see where they were if they walked on the tiles. Kaiser jumps up to the ceiling and crawls along it.He forces the elevator door open as he crawls up the shaft. Kaiser can see with ears and body. Using his echolocation to see beyond the elevator doors. There are two guards outside. Kaiser sits on the wall in the shaft. He had a plan. As the elevator went up with the scientist in it.

The scientist walked out. Kaiser waited in the shaft. As the door opened the scientist walked out. The guards immediately tell him to stop. And wait for someone to scan him as infected. He gets on his hand and knees. Kaiser crawls into the elevator and then shoots a long strand of webbing at the Cameras. Destroying them. The scientist then lunges one man getting shot several times and Kaiser webs another yanking him into the elevator. The marine shoots Kaiser in the face several times as Kaiser stands on the ceiling. *Crack* He effortlessly snaps his neck and consumes him. The scientist claws the man’s throat out as he forms claws.

Then runs out shouting that there was an infected in the hallway leading the laboratory. Marines rush over looking down the hallway. They see two bodies. They run up investigating the bodies. “Shit. Hey this one doesn’t have any wounds on him-” Kaiser grabs his neck and pulls out an M16 as he opens fire on everyone before they know whats going on. Then there is more gunfire heard as people fire. The scientist runs off. Nobody aware yet he is an evolved. Everyone is to distracted with Kaiser as he runs forward and backhands men several feet away. He jumps to the ceiling with lightning quickness and people look for him.

Bradshaw picks up the launcher at the sound of the panic. Nobody inside heard the shout from the armory “Sounds like it’s from inside the base…” Bradshaw loads his XM. Marines gather their weapons. Rocket Launchers, machine guns and assault rifles.

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“Yes.” SR replied. “It was children following the actions of another child.” He adds, as he allows her to wipe off his face stooping down on all 4s. As Cassandra waves SR over he walks to her. Unaware exactly of where she would him to stand, so he chooses to stand by her side.

“Not anymore.” A voice says. SR looks around as a few tiny ball like surround him. And then he freezes suddenly unable to say a word. There is a black humanoid figure in the office, with a eminating black smoke clouding his figure, and no facial features aside from his monochrome white eyes. SR is levitated over with a gesture and with that as he pulled towards the figure, he is gone as the figure disappears from plain sight with SR53 as the air disorts. Air for a moment rushes in to fill the temporary vaccuum for a moment, and they are then both gone without a trace.

[Whatsyourface]

Inside the warehouse Nemaz gets rushed with a crowbar which he blocks at the forearm. It bounces off his head. The man backs up Nemaz is about to literally rip his heart from his chest. “Hey wait man! WAIT WAIT! I got one request man one request!” Nemaz pauses his hand mid thrust “Let him go! He’s just a kid. He’s only like 16 years old man. Come on please!” Nemaz is standing there looking through the man. Not at him. Through him. Nemaz is having a flashback. This wouldn’t be the first time Nemaz has killed a child. Though, the last time Nemaz had killed a child it had been “for his country.”

Nemaz stands there for 30 seconds straight before his eye snap to the two standing terrified before him. Nemaz hears police outside. Thankfully for him, the bodies of all the criminals were already gone. He didn’t want some passerby seeing them. Evidence was very easy to get rid of when you knew the right people.The men are terrified of the loud voice echoing through the building “You know.” Nemaz begins. “You really shouldn’t be in this business, so young. But I guess it’s all you know, isn’t it? Well irregardless. Go. Follow him.” They turn around and jump back as they see a man in unaffiliated military gear pop up behind them from seemingly nowhere. He gestures them to come where they are gone without a trace. Nemaz takes out his cellphone and makes a call. After about 2 minutes he ends the call. Then clicks a button on his phone. “Enter pin” Nemaz types in a code. “Are you sure? Yes or no” Nemaz clicks yes. THere is a beeping from Nemaz phone and drops it. He walks off as it self destructs.

Nemaz then walks forward towards the man in bat gear. The other two gone. “Can I…help you?” Nemaz says to the man in a very casual fashion with his rather deep voice.

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SR walks into Centinnial park and stoops over a fountain. Drinking water in manner that seems to remind people of a deer. Without much audible noise as the water goes into his “mouth” on his head. People stare. No one is quite so sure as to what SR is and people are afraid of him. But not so afraid as to run away screaming. But some people are rather evasive. Others are curious. SR stands up and looks at the people staring at him then, turns and continues walking.

“Hey!” A guy calls out. His mouth remains rather sealed as SR turns around to look at him. “…Yes?” SR replies looking at the man. “Uh….what are you?” Robot was not the first thing that came to people’s minds when they say SR. Strange as he looked. He didn’t seem like a robot at first glance. People often easily mistake him for a man in power armor or some strange new creature, or genetic monster. The man standing in the crowd stares at SR. Waiting for his answer. SR’s answer is rather blatant. “I am an extraterrestrial being comprised of organic and inorganic parts…” “Why are you here?” “Due to my abandonment, I seek purpose. I choose to simply aid humanity in whatever way I can.” “How do we know we can trust you?”

“To look at it from your perspective…” SR begins “You do not know. There is no completely true way for me to verify my benevolence. Whether or not you trust me is based entirely of your own observations.” The man doesn’t say much else. “Um ok.” Is his last reply. SR looks at the man for a few moments, then walks off. A journalist takes notes.

SR walks through the streets. And people stare at him and some watch him generally. And SR doesn’t pay people much mind, at all. People in front of him simply make a path for him. Others just stare. A few people follow him from a distance. SR walks around the city four a few hours. Going in no particular direction to no place. People are curious. A few kids throw rocks and other things at SR. They are told not to do this, but SR doesn’t respond to people throwing anything at him.

Pretty soon. People are wondering why a large crowd of people are following SR and are making a very big deal of this large 8 ft tall thing simply walking around the city. Tommy runs up next to SR walking with him right next to him. “Hey, what are you doing? How come all these people are following you?” SR looks down on Tommy as he walks.

“It is their nature. It seems.” “…Huh?” A person throws a can of soda at SR and it spills all over him. “Ew. You know people are throwing stuff at you right?” “Yes. I am aware.” “So why don’t you do something back?” “Because I see no reason to.” “Doesn’t it bother you?” “No.” SR continues walking. And then jumps away. Dissappearing from their sight. People rather surprised at how quick such a large thing is. He jumps off to Lexcorp. In a restroom, the fog gathers water in a solid

“Cassandra…” SR begins “I think that you should publicly announce me. Hardly anyone knows of me…..” SR looks at Cassandra. A bit of soda drips off his visor.

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Eric recieves the call of the body. “10-4….” He gets on his police bike and drives off. He arrives as the whole area is cut off as a crime scene. CSI of course already here. They’re starting to tape up the alley. Interview people. Investigate. Eric walks up to the body as it is being wrapped up in a nice body bag. Eric has a look of disgust as he gets a look at her mutiliated corpse as they zip the bag up.

“Sick shit…” Eric sees Nathan. He didn’t exactly know him but he wanted to get filled in. “Hey.” Eric stops Nathan. “I saw the body. What do we have? Another maniac on the loose?”

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As GCPD and emergency services handle the scene at the bank. “As usual. Now, we’re just a glorified clean up crew. Dammit.” Firefly “And this is why Gotham is such a shithole. Better hop to your job Frank.” Firefly jumps to another rooftop.

There is a crosshair over a bird-like being. From about 2000 feet from where she is. A man is looking at her from about 2000 feet away with the scope of his rifle. “This is Overwatch-Four. I have a metahuman in sight. She is not in our database. Already sending a picture. He took a picture, with his contact lenses. He hears a female voice in his head. “Do not engage. Do not allow her visual contact. You will be recieving support shortly.”

Nemaz returned to Gotham. Flying in his jet. Wearing a coat. Nemaz gets off the phone with some of his men from Santa Prisca. Everything as he planned is in order. He has a guest with him. A middle aged man older then Nemaz, at about 51 years old. He is German. “Here we are. Doctor. Gotham city.” Nemaz says to the man. “Hmm. My my, it is so dark!…I like it. have you grown to like this city, Mr. Enson?” “…It’s an easy city.” The jet descends and flies over Gotham at about 12,000 feet and growing slower. A virtual dot in the night sky. “The jet will take you to where I need to you to go.” The jet tilts until it is upside down.

“I have business to attend to.” “Always such a busy man. Have you not done enough tonight?” “Personal. Business.” “Ah. Have a nice fall.” Nemaz is ejected out of the cockpit from his seat. He is propelled up and with a parashoot jumps out his seat and sky dives down to Gotham. He diving, looking straight down. As he gets within 5,000 feet he ejects his parashoot. And looks among all of Gotham’s lights.

“Kind of a nice looking city. People here have it pretty good compared to some other countries…”
Nemaz lands on a rooftop outside of most people’s notice. “Good to be back…” Nemaz pulls his phone out and swipes through Gotham’s cameras. He texts on his off the network phone that cannot be used to call people not on his network to his team named “Overwatch.” Indeed. He is sent a location on his phone. Nemaz runs, towards a wall scaling a building in a few seconds as he heads towards the location.

The Golden Dragon’s gang is driving up to their base, a warehouse in chinatown. They are in a parking lot in a warehouse district. Not many cameras. Most in this place are Vandalized. However, that does not avert Nemaz’s eyes. He has eyes. Everywhere on the cities streets. His ears are to the pavement and walls of people’s houses. They could not hide from him. Nemaz knows exactly what they have been doing in the shadows. Even while he was gone…

Nemaz was right in front of their car waiting for them. In civillian clothes. Grey jeans, a black shirt, a thick blue jacket opened to see the shirt and some sneakers. All Nemaz had on him was his phone, a light and a pack of cigarettes. “What do you want Hakgwei?” I know what you’ve been doing. And I’m not going to tolerate it.”

They get out there “Look. I don’t know what your talking about. But you should leave. Before we beat you senseless.” Nemaz sighes and smirks. He does a bring a it gesture. “Your kind never learns. Not without violence. Not without fear. Not without loss. I don’t like your kind specifically. That’s a part of the reason why I had no problem killing your boss by poisoning him.” Nemaz assumes a stance with elements of both Muay Thai and Boxing. Fists raised and close in front of the face. His legs ready to be whipped for kicks.

One thug rushes Nemaz and throws a Haymaker. Nemaz cross counters leaning his head to the side as he punches the thug forward in the face sending him back with a fractured skull. “What was that?” Nemaz drops his stance completely. “I remember you.” A thug punches Nemaz. His head hardly flinched at all and the man hurts his own fist. “What the fuck?” He pulls his fist back in pain. He whips out a pistol. “I wouldn’t.” Nemaz says.

“Yeah and what are you going to do. Dodge the bullet? Puk Kai!” *BANG* He shoots Nemaz with the pistol and he takes two steps back his hand on his forhead. Nemaz then looks at the man with the bullet flattened and lodged against his forhead and pulls it out. “Your gonna pay for that….” Nemaz sees him beginning to pull the trigger and leans to the side as he fires, dodging the bullet, Nemaz wth adrenaline rushing seeing the supersonic projectile whizz by briefly. It made Nemaz feel slow…

And then in quarter pf a second Nemaz is in front of the thug holding his wrist as he aims his gun to the sky. He crushes the man’s wrist. “You spat on me the other day…” Nemaz grabs his other arm at the forarm and rips it off. The others stop charging and back away in horror. Then retreat to the car.

Nemaz front kicks the man away as he bleeds from where is arms once were. Then Nemaz spits on the man. “i’ll let you just lay there for a while.” The man bleeds out rapidly. Nemaz turns to the car and starts walking to it. “Start the car start the car START THE CAR!!” The car starts “I’m running his ass over” The driver says. He presses the throttle as he drives right at Nemaz from a few feet away.

Nemaz braces himself and slams his fingers on the cars sides and putting his feet out behind him as he leans into the car while it rams him. *SKRRRRRR* With the car in his arms stops it. The tires screeching loudly in place as the driver attempts to go, Nemaz not budging. “SHIT!” They all pull out guns and Nemaz rips the hood as they shoot. They shoot blindly through the window. Nemaz looks in their engine and starts tearing it apart with his bear hands. The heated parts boiling his skin. Causing them to sear and burn. However. The car begins to stop as Nemaz rips spark plugs out the engine. Nemaz then rips the engine up and then walks over to the driver holding the engine over his head. “Holy shi-” Nemaz slams to 500 lb engine on the driver through the car window. Crushing the driver.

Nemaz puts his hands under the cars and lifts. He picks it up off the ground and then flips it over. He rips off a car door and then pulls a thug out holding him by the throat into the air. *Crack* He crushes his neck with his grip and drops him like a doll. Nemaz sees the 3 remaining thugs run to the wearhouse. He picks up a rock and throws it at 106 MPH and it pierces a man’s skull and fractures it, killing him instantly as he falls to the ground dragging. The last two make it into the warehouse and lock the door. Nemaz kicks the door down as he walks in.

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Kanji was in a scrapeyard at night, after some rest. Training and working out He is standing in the yard with his gardening clothes still on. Jeans, a straw hat, a white shirt and shoes. *Crack* his katana is out. He cuts a wooden target. He channels electricity through his sword and dashes forward with great speed carried by the win. He then cuts through a car’s side at the door. The car is melted and seared. The blade is fine, as Kanji can make materials harder. However, if he uses that too much the blade will be dull. Kanji was learning his power quickly. He began setting up targets. Again. And this time was using his bear hands and feet.

Kanji warmed up by striking a car repeatedly. He used his fists, knees, elbows, heel and shins. All hardened from years of training. Though he was getting old and he is not as fit as he once was. Then he turned to targets made of tires, brooms and ramsackle objects. Kanji kicked blasts of wind and jumped into the air propelled by wind. He comes down with an axe kick to obliterate one of his targets. And impractical high flying move. But good for practicing agility. He dashes about with amazing speed elbowing through metal targets and shattering wood with his fists shins and elbow strikes.

Now for what Kanji really needed to practice. His lightning. It was difficult to aim. And power consuming to use far away. Limiting it to mostly close range use. Irregardless. His body sparked and soon there was bright flash and the booming sound of thunder as Kanji channels a lightning strike.That sound was deafening to even Kanji. It caused a ringing in his head. It was very loud. Like a jet engine going off in front of your face from your hands. The cars hit were melted and internally, an electronics were fried. Kanji would not be doing very many full fledged lightning strikes. Didn’t have to many in him. He’ll be using it closer up and channeling it through objects. Using his weapons and the environment.

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SR formed a cord with his fog that connected the back of his head with the computer. Then, SR controlled the computer simply with his mind. Where he then began to bring up several browsers. SR was learning as much as he could, viewing each browser for mere milliseconds before moving on. He researched mostly the psychology of children and their behavior, and it lead to human behavior on parenting and one thing led to another. SR soon found himself learning human history, weapons and medical devices. SR looked up human psychology in general. It was very complicated to him. Much more complicated then those of the people at his planet. SR then learned himself a full map of metropolis, it’s sewers, suburbs and the outskirts. Before he was back to learning about humanity. About current events. He’d opened more then 11,000 pages in 45 minutes and steadily increasing. SR could never access any top secret information from the internet.

The computer froze. The fog left. And returned with more parts as SR assembled more computers and hardware so he could browse quickly among each of them. Him no longer really needing a monitor. He sits there absently detached from the world as Cassandra and John talk. After 5 and a half hours or so disconnected. It seemed John had left. He never really had the opportunity to thank him. Perhaps when he leaves again. He then walks out the room. SR goes to the roof. And then crawls along the wall where he jumps off building to building back into the city.

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Bradshaw narrows his eyes at Suzi under his mask and slowly lowers his weapon. “That is a negative. Situation is not unfucked….” After she proposes that. “Right….we’ll join you. But. We need ammo first. Sorry but that” Bradshaw points to the katana. “Is gonna annoy it and catch you a glance before it paints your brains on the floor with a punch. We need firepower. And I suspect both of our squads need ammo…”

Most everyone does ammo check. Some have already run out for primary weapons and others are halfway to empty. “Yeah…I could use a few clips a marine says.” “Armory first. Then we’ll try and tackle the infected. If your coming with. On me.” Bradshaw continues down the hallway making his way to the armory of the building. Going lower and lower into the building. Closer to the labs.

[Whatsyourface]

In Santa Prisca, it was a very loud night. A Hornet’s nest has been stirred in the venom cartel. In front of a fortress, Nemaz was standing there, surrounded by soldiers, a modified police helicopter outfitted at the door with a M134 minigun, about 3 T-72 tanks all aimed at Nemaz. With all 3 of their turrents aimed at Nemaz. As he simply stood their with lights aimed down on him and hundreds of men aiming AK47s, FALs and SMGs, including Uzis and MP5 and many men aiming RPGs at Nemaz. Nemaz has 18 men inside out of 20 on this mission with him.

“American!” Someone shouts at Nemaz over the intercom “I hear that you are very dangerious, very powerful. And from what people tell me. You have taken Gotham. Now we can discuss trade peacefully. And we can discuss these, like reasonable men yes? You can take a city. But you cannot fight a country. Things are different here. For you see…what is your name again? Nemaz? we rule here. This is not America. You cannot fight an army.”

Nemaz laughes rather ominously. “I’m not sure what I’ll call you, so I’ll call you El pequeño ratón…I would do business with you. But. I…Do not like you. I don’t like how you cartels are. It’s disgusting to me. And well. It’s more profitable this way. More control.”

The man laughes at Nemaz. “American-” Nemaz grapples up to the helicopter. He is done talking. People raise their guns and Nemaz starts punching the helicopters bullet resistant windows and the pilot becomes taken by surprise and panics as the window cracks on the first punch, and Nemaz does not stop punching. Nemaz then thrusts his fingers into the window and grabs the pilots throat. Then repeatedly pulls him forward mashing his face repeatedly into the helicopter window screen pulling again and again and again….

Nemaz grabs the steering wheel of the copter and tips the nose of the copter forward, causing it to fly towards the wall. Men scattered and Nemaz jumps off the copter as he falls about a hundred or so feet and lands with a roll. “DISPARA DISPARA DISPARA!!” Men fire and as a tank aims at Nemaz. The tank fires and Nemaz pre emptively dodges he could see the round traveling by at hypersonic speeds impercievable to everyone else and the round blows large crater in the wall behind him.

Nemaz runs and reaches a running speed of 45 mph very quickly being a hard target to get a beat on for the men as they fired RPGs and missed Nemaz throws a frisbee like disk that goes under the tank as it strolls towards him. It then explodes with sufficient force to flip the 40 ton tank over. Nemaz jumps over it and then lands with a roll as another tank round flies by. In the distance a sniper blinds the tanks. Taking out vision ports and causing a shot to miss Nemaz. Then Nemaz jumps over the flipped tank. He gets out his XM107 Loaded with 25 mm grenades. Under normal circumstances this gun would not do much to a tank. However, with the explosives he has an is using…

A person pops out the hatch and gets a bullet to the face. Soon their vision ports get shot out and they are blind. “Your clear.” Nemaz hears in his head. “Your living up to your name so far.” Nemaz said replying to the new Deadshot he recruited. Nemaz popped out and shot one tank. The round tears through the tank. Melting the metallic components of the front nearly instantly and result in a catastrophic kill. He shoots the next only melting side and blowing the treads off with an unclean hit. Nemaz knew who was killing in the one tank he chose to destroy….

Nemaz grapples up to the wall and stands in a corridor from which the fired on him from below A person with a mounte mini gun on a stand turns, yells and fires the mini at Nemaz yelling. Nemaz stood there while the bullets bounced off and the gun stagged him. However he got his balance and walks through the hail of bullets. He shoots the man in the head with a M1911. People stopped firing after that. And more so just backed up. The point behind Nemaz and person launches an RPG at him from about 20 feet away. “Oh boy…”

The RPG him Nemaz directly in the chest and explodes blowing him 10 feet away. Nemaz flies into a brick wall hard enough to smash into it and engrave in it. Nemaz a ringing noise in his head and his vision is blurry. It soon refocuses as he pulls himself out the brick wall and runs at the man.

The man fires an RPG and this time Nemaz catches the 600 mph RPG with one hand as he spins with it and throws it back. It hits the person directly knocking him into a wall and blowing him apart his limbs scattering about. Nemaz puts his guns away and walks. People just, stand aside. One man rushes forward with a rifle to which Nemaz punches his jaw shattering it as his neck breaks as he gets sent off his feet into a wall. Blood leaks from him and nobody else tries anything. Nemaz opens a hallway and to their surprise most people in their are dead or incapacitated. They look throughout the building. Nemaz was just a distraction. Their lord is gone.

Nemaz jumps out a window a man is struggling before him. He throw towards Nemaz without restrain on his knees. He looks up at Nemaz, with content and hatred. And lunges him. Nemaz puts his fingers through his chest cavity puncturing one of his lunges, grabs his arms and crushes the radius and ulna bones of his arms with his grip and tears off both his arm as he screams “This is all you understand!” Nemaz yells at them. One of his 20 men translate. “You don’t understand english or kindness.” Nemaz forces the man on his knees. Then Nemaz puts his foot on the man’s shoulder and rips his head off after a few seconds. The head was harder to rip off then his arms.

He holds the mans head up for all to see. “I rule you now.” Nemaz drops the former lord’s head. “Any questions?”

It wasn’t long before Nemaz’s coup in Santa Prisca became the most powerful. But it was a relief to the people, somewhat. The cartels essentially rule. They were worse then a dictatorship. If a dealer liked a girl, he killed her lover and simply took her before. But Nemaz changed that. And the rest of the cartels could no longer terrorize the population. There were laws now. Only go about their business. One attempted to fight back and in a show case of power, Nemaz destroyed their base with one missile. They choose a new leader. And rebuilt. Nemaz’s cartel now had absolute control over venom.

Nemaz was off in his jet days later flying back to Gotham with a friend of his he brought back from Canada….

[Whatsyourface]

Kanji was waiting. And observing. He was wearing body armor under his Assassin’s garbs. Apparently. Already in this game there are those who will kill simply for the joy of it, and those who attempted to stand for justice. Usually, life is not so black and white, but in this case it seemed that Kanji felt he should take it upon himself to watch over them both. From the shadows.

[Whatsyourface]

“Irregardless, Mr. Muse. I am not sure of what your intent is, either.” He says replying to John as he continues to follow him. As John walks through the crowd and SR follows him. People look at SR either scared or…confused as to what he is and why is following this man. He goes into the shelter and sees homeless and sees John giving to the community, to the woman. As SR watches him. SR then learns from the John humans appreciate gestures of kindness to aid them. Towards those especially in poverty.

SR hears the gunshot and as John starts running. People make room as they feel the heavy footsteps of SR running at speeds attainable for a normal human. He hears a brief woosh as John is out of sight momentarily and sees a man before him. laying on the ground with a projectile that pierced him him, his heart no longer beating, as SR can hear the heartbeat of most people within 5 feet of him. SR then moves on to see John holding a man by the throat. Then putting a bullet in him. Soon his heartbeat also faded. SR looked at John. And said nothing. He followed him towards Luthor’s. SR had never seen a human being die before. In fact, on SR’s planet, he had never witnessed a death. For, those whom SR had killed were not of his own race. Clearly. It seemed John killed that man because he killed the other man. In SR’s mind. This occurred to him as revenge.

SR followed John back to the tower and doesn’t speak. He simply stands on all fours. He stood there wondering if he could connect to this “internet.” The humans have. Apparently it is a vast collective network containing untold amounts of data provided by humans and machines. SR had a translator. But, it was basically only a dictionary essentially. Not a full fledged database. SR needed to learn more about humans because though they looked the same. They appeared to be much weaker then anyone of his race. There were infants on SR’s planet, but he had never seen a natural infant before. From looking at these humans, it became evident they were not as strong as his race physically. Their technology was behind in some areas. Yet actually more advanced in some others. And infants here seem to think differently then other people. Cassandra suggested he learn more about them. And so SR’s fog flew out quickly.

A few electronics parts float on in and SR assembles a computer within a few seconds from mostly memory of the internal parts of a computer and SR’s own rapid processing abilities. It sits on the floor below him. The fog presses the keys and it. It starts up, and is a rather average speed computer. SR then hits an obstacle. “Cassandra….how does one connect to this…”internet?” He says looking at the home screen of the computer.