WHO: Zachary Braddock, Theresa Vaire, and possibly Alex Reichmann WHEN: After the abduction of Emmeline Stone WHERE: Theresa Vaire's apartment in Sector Zero WHAT: Miki misses his young subject and sends Hyperion out to fetch her RATING: Violence, possible foul language Status: Incomplete
He hovered a mile or two above the city, his eyes trailing over the various lights as his mind wandered briefly to the night prior. The two young ones had probably survived, probably. Nothing was for certain and if they didn't have the proper drive, the wounds they suffered would probably have taken them under. He'd delivered the girl and had her properly sedated moments after he had departed from the scene of the skirmish, while also seeing to a few more of the captives. He had taken to securing one of the more rowdy mutants and put him in his proper place, which seemed to delight and anger the guards at the same time. He also had a portion of time to himself after his successful mission, which allowed him some free time to contemplate his actions as of late and determine that what he was properly completing his criteria. He didn't question the rightness of his actions, no, he was helping quell a dangerous threat from forming out of the unregistered mutants that made up Broken City and the Red Territory. He was the tip of the spear in the government's fight against those subversive elements and proud of the fact that he was capable of doing good work for the betterment of his country and peers.
He didn't sit idle for too long, instead being summoned by Miyoshi for a special assignment which required someone of strict confidence. Zachary wasn't one to divulge sensitive information and was capable of a deft touch, even if it was in his own fashion. Thus he had been told of Miyoshi's experiments with young Alexandra Reichmann and a brief explanation of her escape with the help of several mutants. It was Miyoshi's personal request that the child be taken into custody where she could safely be kept and molded into a defender of the human race, along with Zachary keeping it rather close to the chest. He continued to hover high above the city and turned his gaze to either side, allowing himself to take in the momentary beauty of it all. He'd been granted a great gift for helping humanity and was given several privileges, the smallest being the fact that he could peer out at this natural beauty and experience it in a way few would ever understand. Briefly, he thought back to his time in the mid-west when he saw the moon reflected over this lake in a way that almost caused him to stop and enjoy it. But he had been on a mission to take in a very dangerous man, a teleporter from what he had been given in the dossier. Which meant he had to strike hard and fast, the man had suffered minor internal injuries in the operation..but he hadn't gotten away for the sixteenth time. That was why Hyperion was summoned, he never failed.
He suddenly cut out his emissions, allowing himself to begin the descent towards the Earth as his mind began to sift through all the facts he had been given and the landmarks he had been told to recognize. It became easier as he descended closer and the mass of the sprawl began to grow details before his eyes, watching it grow to specific proportions directly in front of him. Zachary got his bearings before circling once above the building, not noting any sentries or unusual facets to it. He lowered himself to the appropriate level and then accelerated forward, shattering the window as he entered the apartment. Righting himself in the same motion as he adjusted and dropped to the floor, he glanced around the place. Good. Empty. Heavy strides took him to the door, which he unlocked and pulled open before striding across the hall..peering at the number. Well, it was time to save a little girl from a life of persecution and give her a noble purpose to guide her existence. His foot lashed out and struck the door hard enough that it ripped from any locks as well as the hinges, flying several feet away from the frame before clattering noisily to the floor. Most wouldn't view that as a deft touch, he viewed it as psychological warfare.