-Two-Faced-

Weibe's eyes fluttered open slowly, taking in his surroundings. White walls, single window, bed pan, end-table with vase and flowers upon it, Poppys, Weibe's favourite. Weibe sighed heavily, remembering little after his encounter in the Hollows. Pictures of nurses and doctors running around, doing something, his mind was still foggy. Likely from the pain killers, pain killers?

Weibe rose, as best one with thirteen bullet wounds and a snapped vido rib can, and checked his I.V. tap. "Ja, Schmerzen Sie Mörder." he mumbled. Obviously his words were enough to stir the nurse waiting beyound his room, as she came rushing in to check on him. Weibe had already began ripping the I.V. and heart electrodes from his bare chest and arm by the time she was able to fumble her keys into the door confining the White Falcon. "No, No, NO! This won't do, you must rest, Um... Ich werde Sie brauchen ruhen." she stammered as she tried to force Weibe back into his bed. Weibe understood her poor German enough to know that she hadn't dealt with a true soldier before and pushed right past her to get to his uniform, folded neatly on the opposite side of the room.

Moments later the same nurse was rushing down the hall, calling for a doctor to come restrain his patient. Weibe remained in his room long enough to assess that his belt was missing, "Ah ja... Keine Waffen in Krankenhäusern..." he sighed. First thing, items desk, claim belt, find commanding officer, provide report, simple enough. Footsteps echoed in the corridor beyond the ajar door, not to mention the "Clink" of a syringe, a noise Weibe's ears had come to recognize, Maybe not. "I'm sorry mister, um.. Falke. You cant be cleared in your current condition, there may be a lapse of internal bleeding should you injure yourself. You must remain until the hospital staff has cleared your release..." the doctor, one which Weibe did not recognize, stated upon entering Weibe's room. Weibe smiled and brushed past him, snatching hidden the syringe of Morphine from the doctor's pocket as he did so. Weibe continued down the corridor as the be-fuddled M.P. looked for his missing syringe, walking towards the information desk at the length of the hall. "Die Weibe Falke, you have my gear, I need back now, Ja..." Weibe stated as he buckled the remaining clamps on his shirt. The clerk nodded obediently and ascertained Weibe's equipment from a holding locker beneath the desk. Weibe was out the door befor the confused doctor even realized that the syringe was in his other pocket...

Weibe's eyes stung as he looked out across Atlas park and, wondering what he should do now that he had left the hospital. Flipping out a small P.D.A. from his belt, Weibe attempted to receive his next objective, "Falke to Sentinel, sir, come in Ja? I say once again, Falke to Sentinel, sir?". Weibe checked his signal, which was perfectly tuned to the Broken Sentinel's own com channel and growled in frustration. "Damned equipment, day broke you ja? Falke to Baulder, come in." "Baulder 'ere mate, ain't ya sposed ta be in bed pal." Baulders crisp cockney accent responded. "I cant be talking to commander Broker, Baulder, no response..."-"Ya, hhm might have somthin ta do wid these freaky signals I been gettin..."-"Freaky what..."-"Signals, ya well chiefs vitals spiked about ten minutes ago, an his stats were readin crit like, then nothin, zip all gone, ya follow?"-"Nien, not quite. Were is he been when stats go crit..."-"Cetz Oil, the place where he pull yer German rump outa the proverbial Hagen Daz." Baulder stated nonchalantly as one who didn't understand the dire circumstances would. "Da' chiefs a strong lad mate, he'll be fine. But if it makes yer uptight Euro posterior any looser, Usurpo's with him..." Weibe's eyes shot open, "Es ist begonnen."

"Were is he? WERE IS HE DAMNIT! BEFORE I CRUSH YOU LIKE MOISTENED CHEESE!" Hank bellowed before the terrified man. Usurpo, having lost interest when Hank refused him the right to use the mans spine as a toothpick, now contended himself with poking and prodding the corpses of the various combatant he had slew, only to find a small red seal. "Look man, I Don't KNOW! HE MET US IN SECRET, Only Lady luck knew were and you splattered her like a bug!" Usurpo heard, as his gaze drew more query from the curious slab of granite, so familiar yet somehow un-recognizable. "Well I guess I will have to make do with using you as a rag-doll, maybe Usurpo would like to play fetch. YOU DAMN WELL BETTER GIMME SOMETHING!" Were had he seen it, Usurpo wondered, turning his arm to look at the symbols apon it. one seemed missing... "You wouldn't... Umm, THE GULCH, Somewhere there, um... A TROLL, small but smart troll. HE KNOWS!" Was that the symbol missing from his arm? So familiar. "Good now you stay here until the drones get here for the cleanup. USURPO, lets go." Hank announced as he dropped the mangled mutant to the ground, breaking Usurpo from his own curiosity. "Erruu?" Usurpo responded as he stood, and slid the strange seal into his belt.

Grendel's Gulch, named after the monster of fable re-born into Paragon. The troll lord had taken this part of the Hollows, bordering Four Seasons and the Red River, as his personal play den before his eventual overthrowing by younger, stronger trolls, Ah Anarchy. In the gulch, heroes stuck out like sore thumbs in between the warring Outcasts and Trolls, the malevolent Circle of Thorns and mindless Children of Igneous, only the strongest or more foolish heroes daring to face the Gulch's horrors. But Hank had spent his life on two sides of the Hollows' feuding, both as a police officer and a Hero, and knew the patterns the Trolls and Outcasts would follow in their war, how to evade the rogue C.O.T. and how to spot the insidious Igneous. He knew the troll that the man spoke of, Furious, an ironic and witty name in the land of the not-so-enlightened trolls. Furious was famous as the one troll who didn't loose his smarts after his turning, rather growing greater intellect from his ingestion of Superdine. Hank knew that this particular troll was always in one of the numerous secluded caverns that other trolls had neither wit nor gaol to intrude upon and that he could easily shake down the frail greenskin for the info he needed.

"CRACK" sounded Hank's subtle entrance into the Furious Hovels. "OH FURIOUS! GUESS WHO WAS IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD!" He yelled as he trudged into the unusually neat cave. "Why do you always find it necesarry to break my door construct? Why must I replace or deactivate my security whenever you stop by?" Fluttered a strangely hypnotic voice from within the cave. "BECAUSE YOU ALWAYS LOCK THE DOOR AND TURRETS PISS ME OFF!" Hank responded, following the scent of Furious' voice. His steps brought him into a hollowed out cavern packed with bookshelves and records, filled with a soothing Operatic symphony. And within the huddled, cramped space sat a small troll. Donned in oriental attire and reading through nose perched glasses, Furious was the complete polar opposite of any troll. Quiet, smart, subtle and deceivingly deadly.

"So Construct, to what do I owe this modest intrusion, hhmm?" Spoke the troll, not even looking up from his reading. "A man told me you knew something about Cetz Oil and why I was AMBUSHED while I was there." Hank said coldly. "You disappoint me, metal man, surly the man knew enough that you could have simply..." the small troll trailed off, looking over his specatcles at Hank. Hank stiffened "No games Furious, you know what I want to know, now spit it out before I break your teeth." An eyebrow rose of the trolls face "You still believe that you can push me about like you do my pitiful brethren, quite yes... I know your needs Construct, though I know not why I should help. I need a new door because of you..." Furious said as he replaced the book he had finished with one of the others from his numerous stacks. "Now if you had something within which to barter, hhm yes... well I might be persuaded to, provide your needs yes."-"Furious! Damnit! I don't have time for your games, or do you actually want the city council to know their most unique test subject got to?" the troll snapped his new book shut... "Or maybe I should just burn this little hole of yours up like the putrid troll skum it is..."-" YOU DARE? IN MY HOUSE, INSULT ME AND THREATEN ME? I COULD CRUSH YOU, SMASH YOU, CUT YOU, SLICE AND STAB AND CRUSH! ME CRUSH CRUSH!" Exploded the meager troll, hatred coursing through his viens.

No matter how deadly and calculating he was, Furious was Trollkin and naturally, one hundred times worse when angry but Hank had achieved his goal. Furious composed himself and turned away to search his bookcase, though truely hiding his embarrassment and anger. "You had me, Construct, damn you to the pits for that. I know where the man you seek is. Within New Troy. Follow the lines of power to find him, he needs much more than he thinks, hhm yes." Hank would have smiled had he been able to "There we go Chad, was that so hard, get a better door next time, your fluctuations were easy to detect through these thin walls. Hank's departure was delayed enough for him to hear a ringing crack noise from within the cavern.

Atlas Park was likely the only place in the world were a man with blue skin, glowing red eyes and a black silk business suit could walk towards the hospital un questioned. But even the eyes of Paragon, often accustomed to a number of unnatural happenings on a daily bases, would have questioned the reaction the security drones had to this being. The hum of mechanical wonder that accompanied the protective drones died as he passed, like useless scrap, the drones fell where they were. "Hello sir, can I help... Hey! whats wrong with the security dro... UGHN UGHH!" were the first and last words from the admittance clerk at the registration desk, his mind turning in agony as the suit clad man searched his thoughts. His knowings unable to satisfy the dark being, he was tossed aside like a piece of useless trash. Soon more waiting in the lobby met the same fate, their minds delved and ripped, then their bodies violated by some un-holy manifestation of dark power. Though not possessing the information he sought, the suit clad man continued into the floor rooms of the hospital, probing and then defiling the minds and bodies of their inhabitants for the knowledge he sought.

The klaxon sounded as a civilian across the street saw the happenings from within the hospital, her eyes watering as she watched the dark being pry and then murder all he came across. Her screams where heard all the way to Hollows Gate.

"Oh DEAR GOD, WHAT DO YOU WANT?" Yelled the final patient among a room of what he was sure were now corpses. A smile crept across the dark figure's face as the patients eyes rolled back in his head and he stopped breathing.

"VILLAIN IN THE HOSPITAL, VILLAIN IN HOSPITAL, SPREAD THE WORD." boomed a man dressed in Japanese battle armour, rallying help from everyone and anyone in Atlas Plaza.

Unsatisfied by the ignorance of any within the hospital's first floor, the man proceeded to upward, passing through the floor like the abysmal specter he was, searching for his next victims.

"We Have twenty, we should be ok, how many healers, can they raise? Good." a man in gray street camo said into his walkie-talkie.

Apparently the second floor knew not what he wanted, nor the third, but on the fourth, the man came upon a Doctor. OPEN YOUR MIND the figure commanded as he probed the terrified and agonized doctor. Suddenly the figures crimson eyes began to burn, and a sinister seer crept across his face. You may go he thought as he thrust the doctor out the window.

"Get In position, we gotta hold him at bay until the strongers get here." roared one of the several group leaders now crowded around and above the hospital. "We must stop him here, he may hurt others..." said a man holding a thin blade of glowing blue metal as he turned to look at his assembled team. Him, The Swordmaster, Lady Flectra, an empath and the element twins Fury and Freeze, stood ready to enter the hospital and under thier leaders command, they did. "Stop Villain, you cannot win, we have you surrounded..." He called as he entered the swinging doors of the building, his blue blade drawn. I doubt that. Though I could use some entertainment... they heard, or thought, as they stepped through the threshold. "I feel incredible malevolence from him..." Flectra whispered. "Show yourself villain" The Swordsman yelled, answered with a bolt of black mist from as the villain appeared before him, a sinister grin on his lips. "DIE DEMON!" the swordsman bellowed as he charged the suit clad man. Speaking for the first time since his arrival, the man grimly stated "No, you die." as he grabbed the surprised man's weapon, twisting it back to pierce the stunned heroes heart. "HECTOR!" Flectra cried as she rushed forward to offer he lifesaving skills. An Empath? hhm, you shall feel pain... she heard as she readied her thoughts to revive The Swordmaster. Stunned with incredible and blinding pain, she crumbled were she stood and began screaming, only to die from a massive heart attack. "FURY! FLASH FREEZE!" yelled the one twin donned in a cool blue skin suit. "FREEZE! FLASH FREEZE!" responded his red clad brother. No sooner had they finished, was the dark figure enveloped in a thick, cold mist. Fury raised his hands and a volley of fire rained into the small cloud form, causing the thin mist to erupt into flames and then explode. Not quite they heard as the smoke cleared, as the figure emerged holding one of Fury's shots. "Brothers? I wonder which is stronger." he mused as the crimson flame in his hands turned a dark black and rocketted towards Freeze. Fury watched as his brother's eyes turned black and lifeless, as Freeze turned and looked ominously at Fury. "Zack?" he stammered as his brother grabbed out for him, his brothers hands rapping his throat. The dark man smiled as Freeze, hands upon his brothers throat, thrust Fury down to his knees and slowly stole the life from him. No sooner was Fury gone, did Freeze regain his senses. "JACK! Dear god, WHAT HAVE I DONE?" he yelled. "YOU! YOU BASTARD!" he continued, his gaze falling upon the man's black shoes. "I'LL KILL YOU!" he roared, his hands coating in ice. Quite the opposite.

Suddenly a torn and rigid hero shot through the doors of the hospital, landing solidly on the ground before several stunned heroes. His formed shimmered as he disappeared, taken by the mediport protocols of Paragon.

The black suit walked through the door, his eyes burning with hatred and glee. "OPEN FIRE!" was heard from behind the assembled marksmen, each using a unique firearm on the emerged man. The man was riddled with bullets as he walked forth, blood slowly staining the white cords of his shoes, yet he continued. Once in the middle of the street, the man dropped to his knees, blood spilling onto the road. You cannot kill me...

A thin black miasma apon the villains form, he slowly began coursing with energy, emitting a field of dark energy as he bled. Suddenly the flied imploded in upon itself and energy sailed across the open avenue, striking down even those that flew over head. The man stood, satisfied that he had at least immobilized his attackers, though he knew that it would fade before too long meaning he had little time to finish his mission... "HALIAN!" he heard as he took flight, spoken by a voice that caused him to stop in mid spring. "Leave them alone Halian, they are beaten, you gain nothing more from their pain." said the man standing among the unconscious or paralyzed heroes. They are pathetic, you know that, they have yet to tap their true power, contenting with beating the initiates of the lesser gangs to master their weak talents "Maybe so, but I have tapped my true potential, and further more, I can easily stop you." The man, dressed in a white satin business suit, said as he approached him. a deap white glow lighting his blue skinned face. You know that isn't true, you can no more defeat me than I can you. He heard as he approached the black suit. "I have power of life Halian." REGARDLESS, you cannot kill me, none can. "Your injured, badly, don't hide it, I know you. They could have killed you." They did not "Leave now Halian." I WILL NOT FOLLOW YOUR WORDS "I Have the power of life, and the power to take it." You cannot take mine. "I could, it is mine to take." You wouldn't "My life for the innocent? I would." You haven't yet, coward. "Maybe so, leave now Halian, I do not wish to kill you." Fine, I shall leave, but know this... then the dark man spoke "I am Mr. Calypso now."