"Draou, please enter."

Draou entered Landon's office, the man sitting behind his desk in serious contemplation.

"When it comes to the matter of your funding, you must first re-educate me on your... 'project'. I will need to be informed at all times of any of your progress, of your resource use, and I will require your assistance in teleporting our allies in and out of hotspots. If you accept these terms then we can continue this discussion."

Vi sighed and frowned, "I don't know who put you in charge here. Thought we would at least talk some ideas out" she looked at the woman and continued "I don't want to get shot by you so I'm not gonna be a nuisance for now and just follow whatever you say". With that Vi took the mask with her and before going to her position she said "Also I don't need more than a few seconds to finish my target off". The lady then took her position, ready to go. Now entirely focused on what she was doing she waited for Meredith's actions.

[Meredith ignored Virachne's rant.
It was not like she intentionally ignored her. In fact, part of her deeply respected Vi, but she was no longer Meredith. She was Copperhead and she was completely focused on the objective.

(Meredith on Radio)Copperhead: Virachne, I'm taking the shot

Blood standing still and lungs frozen, Copperhead locked on to the tires and fired.]

"Landon, you know me, I am always a bit paranoid about deals on things... especially this. I accept your terms in the agreement as long as you hold to what I requested as well." Draou develops a serious expression on his face.

"As for my project, I plan on using a new energy source to power a safely networked group of war suits for this team to use. "I"... have been working on the design for some time, and I believe it will also grant the ability to travel across dimensions. While I understand it is a very distant concept, I have proof that it can work. To show you... however, I need to go back to my apartment." Draou takes his hands out of his pockets.

"To be honest with you, I was going to leave for it anyway, there is something else I need to take care of at the location." Draou then steps back slightly and stands up straight, awaiting Landon's response.

"Alright. I'll support your funding, to a point... we start getting outrageous and I will put a harsh limit on it. And the matter of your apartment. That will have to be a verified mission. We'll need more than just you to go back there... Oh and one last thing 'Mister Garns', if you defy my orders and head back to your apartment anyways, you'll have some real hell to pay."

As he uttered the last sentence his eyes blazed with electrical energy.

The truck's wheel blew out and spun out of control. It flipped over entirely and slammed on it's roof as it spun across the road towards them. A man cralwed out wearing VFI guardsman gear. His riot visor was cracked and he was holding his arm. He was clearly breathing heavily. A second truck had already pulled up to the first and there was a third behind it. The third truck was much bigger than the other two with armor plating clear on each side. It looked more like a tank than a truck.

"As you say boss..." Draou grins as he turns around, getting a feel for his old job again.

"I do have one slight request. I trust Magnus more than I trust anyone else in that group. I believe it is extremely beneficial for him to accompany me on the mission. We both already know how to work together quite well as a tag team." Draou starts stepping towards the door.

"And by the way... the others I came here with know me as Draou. It might be best if they do not know of my other name... to complicate things less, you see." Draou says as he walks out of the room towards the direction the others went, shutting the door behind him.

[This wasn't in the dossier...
Instead of being surprised, Meredith simply took a single breath and spoke to Vi.
Copperhead: Hold position, Virachne.
The must have anticipated something like this.
Seeing the big tank like truck, she quickly switched from her standard sniper ammo to the armor piercing 30 mm rounds.
Copperhead: Let's see what they do. Trust me.
Copperhead knew that Vi probably wasn't used to missions like this, where anything and everything could happen. So she wanted to console her. On the radio, though her voice sounded as gruff and monotone as a certain snake.]

The injured man in front of the flipped truck spun wildly, looking for opponents. However he was in too much of a frenzy to even pay attention to his surroundings. Suddenly the door to the upside down truck blasted off the vehicle. The injured man was hurled off his feet by the steel door as it wetly impacted with his body. When he landed he stayed still, unmoving and lifeless. An extremely physically fit man pulled himself from the vehicle, rolling his shoulders as he stood. His red hair was tied roughly into a chronmage.

Just looking at him made Meredith feel uneasy.

He looked towards the sniper's general location and started a slow walk towards her, his hands clenched into fists.

The other two vehicles pulled themselves to complete stops and mercenaries began piling out of the middle truck.

[Did he sense me...No impossible, even if he is a super there's no way...
Copperhead: Virachne, hold until he gets far enough away from the convoy. Then use the mask and take them out.
That's what she told Vi, but a bead of sweat dropped down her forehead as she continued to eye the approaching red haired man.
She took her free hand off the rifle barrel and onto Cracken's Grip in her holster.]

The man stepped closer and closer to the sniper. His approach steady yet relentless. Meanwhile the soldiers were grouping up around the second truck. The second truck made several mechanical sounds as it morphed into some kind of new contraption. When it finished transforming it looked like a giant beacon. An audible pinging sound echoed off the hills around them.

The third truck's door opened and a man wearing a white mask stepped out. Before anything else could happen a quiet yell could be heard above everyone, but it was quickly growing in volume. A man with dark brown slicked back hair suddenly fell from the sky roaring at the top of his lungs like a meteor heading for the armored large truck. He landed on the hood slamming his fist into the tank-like vehicle. A glowing aura appeared around his fist before impact, smashing through the armor of the truck. The massive vehicle lurched upwards and flipped into the air before it began to explode. The guards around it all dropped to the ground as the shockwave echoed out. Hollow flew backwards from the sheer force, blasting him off the road.

The man stood up, surrounded by flames as the guards started to get back to their feet. The truck impacted further away down the road, away from everyone. He wore a suit and tie as he looked sternly towards the guards behind him.

Name: Kanis Crose (goes by his hero name Bulwark)
Appearance:Hair:dark brown
Eye:blue
hairstyle: parted and slicked
Outfit:suit and tie
Height:6,1
weight:173
Build:athletic but not to muscular
Slight Backstory: Kanis grew up in a small temple on the outskirts of a major town.He was raised by holy men who taught him the ways of the ancient religion.The religion name has been lost threw the ages but the worshipers remain devote including Kanis.A day a terrible tragedy had struck this temple.It had been assaulted by an unknown force. Kanis still fairly young at this time he knew not what to do.So he knelled in front of the alter and prayed.A bright light flashed as a group of large men with weapons barged in. Kanis looked down at his arms feeling a burning sensation and saw black marks appearing on each of his arms.His body began to form a blueish aura around him. The aura pulsed knocking the men out. Kanis then blacked out.He awoken to find his home had been destroyed but he had been virtually untouched.He swore to solve what happened here and seek vengeance

Since this day he has aged much slower than your average person he looks to be about mid twenty early thirty but hes much older than this.As well as he learned since that incident hes been able to project a aura shield out of the black marks.
Personality: Loyal,friendly,brave,and wise
Abilities: Threw living so long he has learned how to hold his own in fights.The monks training left him relatively strong and his power has allowed him to be more durable.
Powers: He can project Aura shields from his arms(more powers to be expanded on later with the hosts permission of course)
Weapons/Equipment: Not applicable

[As the man approached, the light of the exploding cars lit his face for a brief moment. His eyes glinted red and he was grinning. Copperhead immediately recognized the man from her own database. And began to tremble unintentionally.
Ha...so they him hired for protection. Tricky bastards...
Meredith smiled to hide her own fear. This man made Magnus look like a paper calf. She knew that if she fired, she would probably die, and if she waited, she would definitely die.
Meredith: Vi change of-
Hearing nothing but static, Meredith stopped wasting her time. Pulling Cracken from her holster, she left Reviathan there and silently rolled away from the small embankment.

Suddenly from where the wreckage was centered, she heard a loud boast, "Cowards who do you think you are, facing against a single opponent?"

In shock, Meredith almost stopped rolling.

Is he...talking about Vi or did he just blow my cover?!]

Now in a larger depression, she knelt down just under the horizon, ready to spring out and move.