Superhero Anarchy

Rayvin arrived in possibility city his job was simple. He had to find Duane, bring him home, he wasnt even sure if Duane was captured, all they knew is that they got the distress signal from his com link, and then he stopped responding to his com link after the distress signal left. Rayvin went to where the com link signal was. The tavern Duane was hanging at earlier.

He found the man in the armour, left just as Duane had. Rayvin looked at him after prying off the helmate, he assessed that the burns, and the rocket launcher, then the hole in the wall, were what made the distress signal, Duanst\'st\'ve hurt him. Didnt surprise Rayvin one bit. The Blood Raven had this awful habbit of having to clean up after Duane over the years.

\"You were fighting a mutant... where did he go?\"

The tank groggily spit at Rayvin but the flacid wad of saliva just ended up landing on his own face.

\"Dont... know... who... you... are... talking about...\"

\"You wont get much outa him, he\'s good as dead.\"

Rayvin looked up, the woman Duane was talking to stood looking at him. Walking towards him. Rayvin dropped The Tank and looked to her.

\"And I suppose I will get more information out of you? Who are you?\"

The woman walked right upto Rayvin, and showed him a badge, she was a member of TMX. \"I am Patricia Underwood, otherwise known to the general public as Hurricane.\"

Rayvin nodded. \"I am aware of who you are miss. May I ask what you want?\"

Hurricane shook her head. \"We know who you are. Rayvin Mitchells, or do you prefere being called Blood Raven?\"

Rayvin blinked curiously, she intrigued him, maybe their low level operation had been looked at more than he was aware. \"Rayvin is fine... whatever is easiest for you to remember.\"

Hurricane nodded \"You\'re low level operation has shown as much interest in our missing TMX Members as TMX has... Thats why I am here, I was here to find out as much as I could from your team member Duane Bannts, otherwise known as Kindred, is that correct?\"

Rayvin nodded looking at her. \"Knowing him, he probably spilled his whole plan?\"

Hurricane chucled \"He was, curteous, in giving me the information I hoped to aquire.\"

Rayvin looked \"Just what did he tell you?\"

Hurricane shrugged \"Your leader, James Cain, has been keeping a close eye on this situation. Your group is a rebel group based in northern canada, a small town called Dodge. About a 6 hour drive away. He was sent here to find out as much as he could about our team members dissapearences, he rambled about how he was single while he stared at my breasts.\"

Rayvin stared blankly at her. \"You would be surprised how easily he\'s swayed by most women that give him more than one glance, let alone show interest in him.\"

Hurricane smiled \"He\'s a good guy, I can assure you that any information we\'ve attained will not be given out of our organization.\"

Rayvin nodded. \"Okay... what do you want with me.\"

Hurricane looked with a sigh. \"Your friend was taken by some cops, roughly an hour and a half ago. Except they werent police officers. They were an anti-mutant organization, called Anthrax, their goal for years has been to neutralize the mutant problem, as they call it. They\'re a branch of a chain of organizations that make the Anti - Mutant Web, they have Duane...\"

Rayvin sighed. \"I dont know who I feel worse for, Duane... or Them...\"

Hurricane raised an eyebrow \"Why?\"

Duane was in the interrogation room of the Anthrax HQ in Possibility City. Duane had that bright light on his head, he was sitting in the chair. The \"police officer\" from earlier was circling the room. \"Tell me, Duane, why are you in town?\"

Duane looked upto him, a glare that would probably make most people wet themselfs \"I dont know, why are you wearing those pants with that shirt, what kind of police officer dresses like that.\"

The officer gave Duane a swift backhand, as Duane stumbled out of his chair and onto the ground. The officer grabbed Duane by the shirt, his guns on the table, his \'staff\' also on the table. The man held him tightly as he pulled him upto eye level. \"You listen to me you mutant punk, I eat shit like you for breakfast. You tell me why you\'re in town, I know every single mutant that lives in this city, and you\'re not one of them \'Duane Bannts\' Why were you here. Who do you work for?\"

Duane smirked \"You eat shit for breakfast? Wouldnt your daily diet consist of donuts and other sugared paistries?\" He looked. \"I dont even know what you\'re talking about, I\'ve lived here all my life.\"

The officer looked at him. \"You want to know something. Im no police officer, Im a worker, for Antrax, an anti mutant organization. Now if you want to Live, you\'re going to tell me why you\'re in town!\"

Duane chuckled \"I was in town, to have a thresome with your mother and your sister!\"

The officer threw him to the ground and kicked him in the gut. \"Im tired of your shit!\" He said \"Get in here boys, he\'s not responding to my ameture interrogation. Get Ben and Max in here!\"

Duane smirked \"A foursome, you kinky bastard.\"

Max and Ben walked in two huge guys, massive, one picked duane up, and the other punched him right in the face. The officer looked at him. \"Now Duane you\'re going to answer our questions or you\'re going to die, understood.\"

Duane smirked. \"How about, you kiss my ass.\" Duane with a swift movement broke out of his handcuffs with sheer muscle, hit Max with a roundhouse kick to the jaw, and Ben with a thunderous fist to the gut, followed by a knee to the face. He looked to the officer, drawing his guns, and putting them in his holsters that they didnt bother to take off of him, he grabbed his staff and retracted it. Hitting the officer in the gut with it then pointing the end to his face. \"Where is my trenchcoat?\"

The officer was on his knees scared whiter than a ghost. \"I... I... I dont know.\"

Duane shook his head. \"Wrong answer!\" He retracted his staff and kicked him right in the jaw. He pocketed the staff for now. He kicked the door open. His trenchcoat was outside the door hanging on a hook \"Wow, hospitality, and they\'re polite, what else am I gonna do?\" He said reloading the clips in his guns \"They dont even check my coat.. hah, ametures.\" Duane looked, down the hall there were a few men coming with guns. \"Jesus..\" He hauled ass down the other way, turning the hall he saw a doorway. It was locked. \"Great.\" He hid around the corner as the guys came around. He gave the first one an elbow right in the nose, shooting the next one in the foot then a double kick right to his face, the third guy got a knee in the gut and then thrown out the nearby window. Duane groaned. \"Whats next...\"

What was next? A large number of people were coming down with rifels, the first person stopped them \"Stay where you are!\" Duane looked. \"Kiss my ass!\" He ran to the door and tackled it open.

Rayvin and Hurricane were approaching the door when Duane burst out a side door. \"Duane.\" Rayvin announced as they approached him. He looked like hell, despite the fight he was fighting a good fight. Hurricane looked \"Nice black eye.\" Duane puckered his lips and blew her a kiss. \"Love you too... hells coming. Get on my bike!\"

Hurricane looked, \"What bike?\" Rayvin shook his head, Duanes bike appeared out of nowhere. Rayvin looked \"Its my understanding you can fly?\" Hurricane nodded. As Kindred boarded his bike. And Rayvin got on behind him. \"Good, try to keep up.\" Duane said before Speeding off, Hurricane took off in the air behind them. The \'swat\' team came out shooting at them as they got away.