For Ophilia it was just another day.  She was a bit frustrated with the events that had unfolded last night at the auction, and was still upset with her best friend, Christie Danner.  Irritation aside, she was also troubled with her own conundrum that she'd stepped into when she'd won Stone at the bachelor event.  The general emotions of the night had been a turmoil from others, and she still didn't know how deep that stunt had put her.  Little did she know that the crux of her world was but a minor blemish compared to what her teammates at the auction had suffered.

Avatar followed the faint sound of music through the garage. He'd stuck his head in here months ago when Ophilia gave him the official tour; back then it was a large, sterile space with a few token shelving units and worktables. Now the shelves and work surfaces had multiplied and there was a whiff of oil and Lava in the air.  At the far end of the garage, where the music became recognizable as Pink Floyd, the hoverbikes sat in a neat row, exciting and intimidating under their canvas coverings. 

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.

Hudson City
Where Heroes Lose Their Innocence

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.

The rhythm of the surf and the squawking of the gulls managed to get a sigh out of a cranky son of a bitch like Soldier Boy. He sat on the end of Pier 36, his bare feet hanging over the edge. It wasn't often he had a chance to slow down and take in the moment, so he tried to make the most of it when he could. He would have sat there all afternoon if he hadn't heard the rumble of the hypercycle pulling up behind him.

Stone glided up to a stop and left his bike a few meters short of the pier's edge.  He stretched his torso a couple of times after dismounting.

"You rang?" he said as he sidled up next to the man and stood staring out through shaded eyes at the ocean.