Re: Daimon, Rogue, OTA
The PKE meter was nearly buried and laid to rest under what might very well have been a record-breakingly large pile of Chinese takeout boxes on the coffee table in Jack's apartment when it started beeping. It was an alarm that Jack rarely heard, but one he recognized instantly. Interdimensional activity alert, Protocol 107. Any available A.R.M.O.R. personnel report for active duty.
That was exactly one day and three hours ago.
Jack was the only member of the team to show up in Connecticut, and felt like an idiot just waiting around for something to happen. Until everything started happening.
He'd been battling demons of all shapes and sizes for roughly an hour before he saw the man. All hellfire and brimstone, this man stood battle-ready. As he spun around and speared one of the unholy beasts in the face with his trident, another rose up from the pavement behind him and moved to attack. Jack, sensing an ally, lunged toward the creature and tore into it furiously.