Chapter 1:

Fires raged everywhere as soldiers in green, wearing black gas masks and tactical vests, moved through the destroyed warehouses in Brodton. Some were carrying assault rifles and machine guns, while others carried dozens of objects ranging from a NERF gun to a bouncy red ball. However, all the men were characterized by one single thing: the unmistakable sigil on their forearms. As she watched, one of the men shouted something at the others, and they released a hailstorm of bullets and other projectiles at the rival gang, instantly severing limbs from bodies and turning their bodies into Swiss cheese. As the gang boss shouted at his men to escort him out, ducking into a luxury SUV, there was a loud bell ringing… and then all went crashing down.

Amy woke up. She had already Triggered already as Pancrea, and she specialised in healing, so why would she have this dream? She wasn't a precog. This dream could be only be a nightmare and nothing more. But what if… it was something more? Something real? She shivered, and ignored the dark fear eating away at her. Sleep came first, and she would start healing patients the next day, there would not be any brief window of opportunity for her to think of this as she had to get as much as possible out of her sleeping hours. She would think of this later.

Victoria woke up. These men… they looked like as if they were part of an evil gang, under the order of a supervillian to eliminate their opponents. They looked to be strong, but on second thought, was she not invincible? She was the Glory Girl and she was invulnerable to anything directed against her. Those men… if the dream was real, she would beat up all the henchmen and show them their place in the prison. But it was just a dream… wasn't it? No need to get all caught up from a little girlish dream. Dammit, she was a hero, she would save people -and most importantly, her family-from real threats and not those within her own mind.

Coil woke up. While he looked outwardly calm, internally his mind was racing. The men in the dream seemed to have unusual weapons, to say the least. Tinkertech maybe? Anyways why would they even make them look like childrens' toys, as they obviously were not doing an undercover mission? These childrens' toys had a special purpose in the battle. Next, what did the sound of the bell indicate? Perhaps a new Shard ability that allowed one to summon earthquakes with the toll of a bell? Interesting. Perhaps the group would need to be investigated-he was sure that while he did not receive snippets of the future through dreams as a precog ability, this could be real. If the event would happen in the near future, it was time to reach out to this group and offer them to join his, in order to make his group even more powerful. It was time to see if this group was real, or just a silly dream. It was time for more monitoring of the city.

Taylor woke up. Yesterday, she had been beaten up by her school bullies, one of them even a suspected ward who thought herself as some hot shit. She still had bruises and red welts for that. She had grown up from little, thinking heroes were people who only cared for the masses and would never hurt others. But was this not the case…? Why would they hurt her then? Was it because she looked like and acted like a villain? She sobbed as she cried herself to sleep again. She had some weird dream of a gang fighting another, but that was not important.

Document 3-A1

Osprey: Boss, everything has been readied for the attack. All forces are combat ready, and our mole has already identified the location of their main base of operations. It is estimated to be heavily defended, fortunately, intercepted intel has confirmed that the Glory Girl and a bunch of other PRT capes will be launching an attack on them to rescue the 60 captives. The ABB is estimated to have most of their forces deployed against the PRT capes, giving us a window of opportunity to recover what they have taken against us.

Delta: Excellent job, Osprey. See to that you will be appropriately rewarded after this. The PRT capes are nothing but a joke, and will not be much of a threat to us. It is time to move forward our plans of Operation Black Dawn. Let there be chaos.

Author's notes:

See, this story is only for fun. Constructive criticism appreciated, and expect slow updates and occasional hiatus, but please follow and like.

This is a SI story if you ask, a quite interesting one indeed. Who is the SI here? What is the organization in the story? What was the bell toll? Review in comments please, thank you.