The sweat soaked and stressed trio that had disarmed the bomb at the Justice Building, were beyond grateful to see Chip Wolfe leaning up against the limo outside.  It was illegally parked, but security assumed that the right palms had been greased and that he was entitled to be there.  Hudson City justice was highly influenced by who paid who what, so often times if you looked like you belonged, not a brow would be raised.  Drop the right name and just about anything could be forgiven.

Before they turned the corner, Stone said, "Hey, doc, do you think--..."

Sebastián's mind was slightly pre-occupied, wondering what the staff of Toddberry would make of a Doctor riding up on a motorcycle, wearing a tuxedo. He was hoping they'd chalk it up to "DiSantiago Eccentricity" when Stone's voice brought him out of his mild reverie. Turning, he gave Stone his full attention.

His smoky lenses turned once more towards the scene unfolding along the side of the building. He stopped his bike and gestured for Sebastian to follow suit as he studied the situation.

"Unexpected transfer..." the biker thought out loud. There was a pause, and then he swung his leg to get off his bike.

Heavy metal music escaped out the doorway of Slammin' Jack Maxwell's top floor lair in the converted industrial complex that served as headquarters for the Forbidden. The two bikers in black jackets with their blood-covered shoulders dripping down the sleeves marking them as part of their clan held a forty-ish woman between them as they walked through it.

She was dressed in high-end blue jeans and a kelly green silk blouse. Her expensive heels stumbled trying to keep up with her forced escort. Her long, done-up, red hair was somewhat messed but her expensive makeup was still in place. She was short, maybe 5' 2", and curvy but fit.

As Stone and Danny saw to securing the two assassins, Nemesis and Sebastian made sure that all of the evidence that they didn't need for the next step of their plan, was left in an easy to find location.  Edison and Vinny did a quick scan of the suite and made sure that anything they didn't want left behind was taken care of.  They worked swiftly, but not swiftly enough for the hot headed DiSantiago, who was beginning to grow tiresome to the heroes. 

The fifteen-story fall was quick and Stone landed easily just around the corner from the main entrance.  He strolled into the lobby and moved to a small table in the foyer where a stand stuffed with various tourist attraction pamphlets gave him some cover from where he could casually watch the elevators.

Across the lobby, Edison and Vincent emerged from the stairwell. It's not easy to look casual after racing down fifteen flights of stairs, but they tried. Edison walked over to the sitting area, picked up a newspaper, and took a seat that faced the street. He only had to turn his head slightly to watch Stone.

After some deliberation, as to who would be best suited to make the trip down, Danny found himself in the elevator.  There were more people than Vinny had suggested up at this hour, a few men in business suits were milling about the elevator lobbies on some of the floors, that the elevator stopped.  Some of the gentlemen had badges around their necks that indicated a conference that was being held.

"Good conference?" Danny asked politely of a man standing next to him.

Escaping from the gallery, mild security measures and sleeping guard aside, was no small task.  The key was to ensure no trace of them was left behind.  No one could know they were there.  Because, in fact, they never were.

Nemesis, his face now changed under his mask, informed the others that he would be making a short trip while they made their way to the hotel. He tapped Stone on the shoulder and the two took a left down an alley, leaving the others to find their own mode of transportation.

After a bit of searching Sebastián found an appropriate spot, and gave a slight nod to his cousin “I got this, thanks.” As he maneuvered his way through the frozen mayhem he thought about what he was doing, using his gifts in front of people, something he had avoided his entire life. If there was another way, some other option to save his sister he would have taken it.

Coming to a stop, he drew a deep breath and closed his eyes. In his mind he pictured when he wanted to go, and he started to gather his power. Slowly, almost unnoticeable at first, the air began to thicken in the room centered on him, but slowly expanding. The perfect, climate controlled air started to feel heavy, almost humid, but without the heat that always accompanied humidity.

Danny had seen the roped off section of the garage under the Cathedral before. He'd even sneaked a peek under the tarps and seen what they concealed. What lay under them made him feel eight years old again, in that "If I don't get one of these things, I'll fockin die" kind of a way. He'd asked Ophilia who to talk to about the steeds under the tarps, and she'd smiled that little smile of hers from behind her walnut desk, and told him "Stone." 

"Nemesis!"  Angelo's voice boomed enthusiastically.

The costumed hero threw the curtains wide as he strode out to the stage. His expression was carefully neutral but for a slight upturn at the corner of his mouth, a smirk awaiting its chance. He walked forward purposefully and came to a stop. his head slowly surveying the crowd as if searching for the next target of his particular brand of justice. Seemingly satisfied he assumed a wide stance and crossed his arms. His stern countenance faltered and a smile finally broke free, unable to keep a straight face at his obvious theatrics.