Assault on Illustra!

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Illustra- on the way to Haleigh's floor

:: Alison didnt bother to BLINK. instead...she took the time walking down the dark, silent hall of Blaze's floor. Her high heeled boots clicked along the cold hard floor and echoed up and down the hall. alone with her thoughts. Lingering images of a distraught Blaze danced in her mind. She knew she had done the right thing to help alleviate Blaze of some of the grief that was choking her so badly.::


::eek:ne problem was addressed, while another remained. Haleigh , Delilah and Alison needed to conference, to put their heads together on how to prepare for Malice. INFORMATION was a valuable tool and right now Malice had the drop on them when it came to personal info.::

:: Alison's elegant yet stone cold facial expression remained unchanged as the elevator came down ....it opened and there stood a rather FRANTIC Delilah Trelevan.::


:: in a cold voice::

Delilah? what is the matter?

:: the seer drew near to make sure Delilah was physically okay.::
 
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[ When the doors opened, Delilah was surprised by Alison's presence in front of her. Images of Guardian from her dream flashed briefly in her mind's eye before she shook them off. ]

"What's wrong? Is Blaze okay?"

[ Delilah tried to look around Alison, her nerves frazzled, worrying that yet another crisis had erupted while she was not around. Finally Delilah stopped and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. ]

"I'm...fine. I just had this nightmare - it was so real I...I needed to make sure everyone was still okay..."
 
Illustra- 104th floor

:: Alison looked upon Delilah...not saying anything at first as the woman revealed the reason for being so unsettled.::

:: it was dark all around them in the hall...only the soft recessed blue lighting provided a quiet glimmer as well as the moonlight that shown through the large glass windows from high above::


.......Blaze is asleep now. I cast a spell to alleviate the overwhelming grief she was experiencing. She is not handling the loss of Morgan very well, not that she can be EXPECTED to, but she was close to harming herself this evening. I stopped her and determined the best course of action.


:: pausing for a moment as Delilah collected herself, Alison continued::

as for everyone else, I have done a scan with my own "foresight" and everyone appears to be in tact, on a surface level at least, but i do not have to tell you that Blaze is only EXPRESSING how we ALL feel right now. I do not know if we will be ready for Malice and Blackout and they are COMING FOR US.


:: taking a moment to sound less grim::

I was on my way to Haleigh's floor. there is much to discuss. Are YOU okay?

::The Seer and the Mutant were nearly eye level in height. both women had well toned physiques and possesed unique beauty between them. Both women were known for theier logic and consistency although one was more straight laced than the other. but even now, they BOTH showed signs of uncertainty in their eyes and facial expressions::


:: Alison stepped into the Elevator with Delilah as the doors shut. they were now headed to Haleigh's floor.::
 
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[ Delilah's heart began to beat at a more normal rate. Her hand went to her chest as Alison told her what was happening with Blaze, and she began to feel calmer. But she couldn't help but feel on edge - was her dream connected to something more tangible, was it a coincidence that she had tapped into emotions that Blaze herself was feeling at that time? What did it all mean? ]

"I'm fine, physically at least. I just have this deep feeling of dread that I can't shake. That something is about to happen. And I think you're right - I'm not sure we can handle anything else right now. But unfortuneately, we've got to."

[ Delilah thought of Blaze, sleeping under Alison's influence, and she envied her a little. For tonight at least, Blaze would be free of the cares of the world around them. ]
 
a meetings of the minds/plots against the mind

:: MorningStar's nightmare was more telling than she might have guessed, for Malice and Blackout had indeed formed a most deadly alliance and from this alliance had come a most hatefull and cruel strategem designed to hurt as much as possible.::


::Guardian & MorningStar were now on the 105th floor, making their way toward Black Widow's apartment. The women had taken this walk not too long ago, that last time being when Morgan was alive and among them and they were all preparing to go to the victory party of Senator Sharon Kelly. That night there was so much light, glamor and happiness among them. Morgan and Haleigh had began to enjoy a new level of understanding, trust and FRIENDSHIP. But now, this dark night, the hall was dim and silent. Even MorningStar's natural luminsence seemed to reflect her melancholy nature.::


:: the two women would reach Haleigh's door and sound the tone for entry. it was time to find whatever information they could on Malice and plan to face off against her.::

:: All the while, Malice was a step ahead of them, now closing in on them even as they waited outside of Haleigh's door. Down on ground level and a block over from Illustra Inc, As Blackout awaited the "moment", the WILDpack soldiers received a final prep from Malice ...ready to strike at ANY moment.::
 
Elsewhere

The moonlight shining through the open window caught the diamonds of Haleigh's engagement ring, which sat, discarded, on a bedside table in a Manhattan townhouse. The kingsize bed was mussed but empty. Noises of running bathwater fill the background. A deafening crack sounded and a man's voice thundered, but not in pleasure.

Haleigh taunts the bloody and beaten man in front of her, switching her pistol from his now mangled left knee to his right one. Handcuffed to a folding metal chair, the man can do nothing but slur obscenities at her. He is defiant and stubborn, but Haleigh knows he is near cracking. The sound of gunfire has brought his wife back to consciousness, but she is still weak from her head wound and other than whimpering and rolling over, can do nothing to stop the onslaught. The wild, cavalier look in Haleigh's eyes is uncanny, and she looks nothing short of homicidal, her white shirt splattered with blood.

"Come on, Mr. Pike... If YOU don't tell me anything.... I'll have to get it from your WIFE."

Man:"She'll never tell you anything EITHER, you fucking psychopath!"

"Oh now..... must you call names? That's just rude. Mrs. Pike.... if you have anything TERRIBLY important to say to your husband... I suggest you do it now."

Haleigh says, in a nonchalant tone, as she lifts the muzzle of her gun and presses it between the man's eyes. She fires, not once, but twice, and with no hesitation. The woman on the floor a few feet away erupts into hysterical sobs. Haleigh is uneffected, as she grabs the woman by the ankle and begins to drag her across the master bedroom floor and into the bathroom.

"Miranda.... word is that your greatest fear is drowning...."

Haleigh shuts off the bathwater and wastes no time plunging the entirety of the woman's torso and head into the deep bathtub. She stands and holds the woman underwater with reckless abandon, unperturbed by the woman's kicking and flailing. She finally pulls the woman back out of the water. The trauma of watching her husband tortured and murdered and the realization that she was next quickly cracked the woman's resolve, and the answers to Haleigh's questioning came easily. When Haleigh was completely sure the woman had given her everything she knew, she nodded nonchalantly and then shot the sopping and weeping woman point blank, as coldly as she had the tightlipped husband.

It never once occured to Haleigh that her tactics were a bit on the brutal side. She DID, however, wonder how long it would be before this got back to Malice. No doubt she would miss two of her best operations officers when they didn't turn up in the morning. Haleigh had linked the Pikes to MANY operations directly connected with countermeasures against the Six. Two executed high ranking Mystech employees made a BIG statement, and Haleigh made sure she left a 'calling card'-- a small black business card embossed with only one thing: a small red hourglass shape, right in the center.

A chime notified Haleigh that she was needed back at Illustra... apparently Alison couldn't sleep... and she had brought Delilah with her. Haleigh dried her hands on a hand towel as she walked back into the bedroom. She tossed the towel carelessly on the bed and reached for her ring. She looked around to make sure she wasn't forgetting anything, and then disentigrated slowly, leaving the grisly scene without remorse.


Haleigh opened the door for Alison and Delilah, looking them both over with a questioning expression. Her crisp white button down shirt was splattered in blood and untucked. Her sleeves were rolled up to her elbows and her hair was pulled back haphazardly, a messy ponytail that had been assembled in a hurry. She had an oddly triumphant sparkle in her eyes and didn't seem to notice how she looked, as she invited them in and offered them something to drink.
 
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across town @ the abandonned medical office

:: below the ground floor "Medical office" store front through the deep cargo tunnel past the large mechanical dock and in the office floors of the sealed "citadle", Malice was taken aback....a backlash of emotion, panic, FEAR and PAIN...as she stumbled forward....bending over and wincing with pain. a white halo forms around her head as she shuts her eyes tightly::


UGH!!! WHAT IS IT!?


:: her eyes open..now glowing solid white! the pain...so sharp and so full of anguish it could only mean one thing. someone in Malice's network had just met their death VIOLENTLY and it wasnt just ANYONE...it was two of her closest operatives, Mr. & Mrs. Pike high ranking covert ops officials from MysTech who also had membership to the Hellfire Club. a husband and wife duo. that had served Malice for many years. One by one, she felt the pain and anguish in their minds before their lives were abruptly ended with brutal force. as MRS. Pike met her death, Malice telepathically connected to her at the last second...seeing through her mind's eye who her assailant was. NONE OTHER THAN HALEIGH DAVIDOFF. Having forcefully extracted what little information she could from the highly trained cover ops agent, Haleigh had succeeded in cracking a woman who had been trained by Malice herself to even resist some levels of TELEPATHIC coersion.::

No....NO! This cannot BE!

::Malice gasped as the final, frantic thoughts of Mrs Pike faded as her life was ended::

:: Malice slammed her fist down on a dusty table in the quiet office pool where Guardian had first discovered that Cameron was in fact her BROTHER. Malice FUMED with rage and indignation. with no one around, it was one of the rare moments she displayed a true sense of outrage at being out maneuvered in one area. ::

two of my BEST agents, captured , broken and MURDERED...by that ..that walking CAN OPENER!

:: she abruptly stood up from her seat and paced back and forth...slowly calming herself. not even remotely caring about the lose of LIFE so much as the unexpected inroad into her PERSONAL information that Haleigh had now recieved...although it was limited..it was STILL a substantial nugget of info.::

Curse that incompetent Adam Chandler and Commander Rick Riley....all their resources...and yet NEITHER of them could contain or DESTROY Black Widow, in FACT..they made her WORSE when she surived the infection of the Techno Organic virus.

:: clenching her fist::

try to one up ME will you? well I'll give you something to deal with soon enough!

:: turning again on her heel as her cape swished behind her. Malice called out to Black out telepathically::

Alexis, hold your position and keep yourself sight unseen. There's a small matter that i must "attend to" for the time being.

:: Malice inteded to leave a "calling card" card of her own shortly...returning the favor to Haleigh::
 
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Illustra- 105th floor

:: as Alison and Delilah were finally recieved by Haleigh, Haleigh's "Questioning" look was met by a cold, almost distant glare from Alison. Her cobalt blue eyes noting the rather bloody and chaotic look of Black Widow::

Haleigh, all you allright? it would appear that Delilah and I are not the only ones having an "unusual evening".

::Alison spoke, knowing Haleigh was still hurting too over Morgan and Sharon, and Alison knew that Haleigh could be just as brutal as herself.::


you know that drawing the ire of Malice will only increas her resolve to try to destroy us?

:: In her mind's eye..she "saw" the most recent events that Haleigh as involved in. knowing that it gained Haleigh the first REAL (and hard to find) piece of information available on Malice, she understood that Haleigh had her means to an end just as Alison did. She also sensed a violent retaliation on the part of Malice for the brutal loss of two of her best operatives. As she and Delilah were invited in to sit, Alison spoke::

Blaze attempted suicide a little while ago. Morgan's death is cracking her heart..her soul but she is is finally asleep. I've made sure that She will not awaken anytime soon either nor will she pose any harm to herself or this building, which gives us the chance to try to gather what we know on Malice and prepare for her next strike. Now that she has Alexis firmly in her grasp and in her service, she will use Alexis to further the scale and depth of her attacks upon us.

As Blaze is in no mental condition to fight, it is down to us three. Goddess grant that our powers are sufficient enough to repel this woman's depraved machinations.
 
:: Noting Malice's instructions, Alexis could hear the contempt in the woman's voice as it echoed throughout her head. Something was going down....and Alexis had a feeling it had to do with The Six. Regardless, Alexis moved deeper into the ally way keeping herself hidden from view. Now all she had to do was wait. ::
 
Blaze's apartment

Blissful and pleasant dreams greeted Blaze, who slept soundly in her large Queen size bed. She slept like the dead, which had been months since she last slumbered. As of lately, the mutant stayed awake all night, which could be a catalyst of her stress.

Rolling onto her side, her small frame lay under thick blankets of silk. The only sound was her humidifier humming in the background. Vivid dreams of herself, Morgan, and the other women of the Six easing her soul. All of these happy memories, nothing but tranquility.

Little did she know Malice would be coming for the team with the assistance of Blackout. Which would drop it down to three women, due to Blaze being mentally and physically unstable. Alison made the right assessment of the situation. But, hopefully Blaze would be feeling more refreshed and lively when she woke up, whenever that would be.
 
Haleigh's Penthouse

"Well.... I've been better... but I'll live."

Haleigh chuckled, clasping her hands together, exuding both confidence and humor... amused at the irony of Alison's first statement.

"Alison.... do ANY of us EVER have a 'usual' evening?"

She led her two guests not into the sitting room, but into the kitchen. Adorned with dark redwood, black marble countertops and stainless steel appliances, the kitchen was both state of the art and tasteful. Haleigh gestured toward the high-backed barstools aranged around her semi-circular bar. She slipped out of her shoulder holster, draping the pair of handguns over the back of one of the stools, as Alison warned Haleigh about Malice. Haleigh nodded, unbuttoning her shirt and taking it off, revealing a white tank top which was splotched in places where blood had seeped through, but much cleaner.

"Oh.... I should think so."

Haleigh said in an assured tone, as she threw the buttonup in the trashcan beneath the sink, and washed her hands. The idea that Malice would retaliate seemed to be of no consequence to Haleigh, who continued on as though nothing were wrong at all, a brave front. Haleigh was a rock for the team, in the most defining moments, and though she was indeed still pained with Morgan's death, there was a serenity about her that was soothing, she offered a stability and strength that was more than needed tonight. The teapot began to sing, as she dried her hands on a washcloth. The coffeepot finished brewing simultaneously, and Haleigh reached for three mugs from the cherrywood cabinets. She passed the cups out, giving Alison and Delilah both a warming smile.

"Blaze will be okay... losing someone so CLOSE is hard... but I have faith in her.... she'll come around.... she just needs time. Alison.... I know its your place to worry.... but I have NO DOUBT.... we will STOP Malice. Now what would you two like to drink? Tea? Coffee? Alcohol?" She offered, as she poured herself steaming water and dropped a teabag into her cup. "Alright... I know you two didnt come here to shoot the breeze.... and I've got new information on Malice."
 
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Illustra- 105th floor Haleigh's penthouse

:: Alison noted Haleigh's unusual RESILIENT tone and demeanor. It was as if she were reveling from the heady experience of killing the Pikes. perhaps she was...and this was just HER way of coping.::

:: following Haleigh in, Alison and Delilah seated themselves::

I'll have green tea please.

:: Haleigh appeared to have found a focus and that focus was keeping her grounded. but the non chalant undertone, it almost surprised Alison "seeing" what Haleigh had done to the Pikes, and knowing that Malice most likely felt their deaths and would know WHY Haleigh had attacked them.::

Yes, I knew you would have surprising success in that, what is it that you've found? we need to know anything we can as we prepare to fight her. She's already a step AHEAD of us now.

:: noting the quietness around her, Alison had seldom visited Haleigh in months past...let alone been this far in her penthouse. the woman had an eye for detail and yet a soft spot...as she noted several dog toys on the floor nearby.::
 
Haleigh's place

Minutes passed on like months for Blaze who slowly stirred in her sleep. A small yawn was given with a vigorous stretch of her energized muscles. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she sat up in bed. Looking around she saw no sign of Alison or the others.

Sliding one leg off the bed and the other, she got out of bed. Her chocolate locks disheveled and very chaotic. Brushing a hand through her thick hair she headed for the bathroom, in need of a shower. Her hands turning on the shower faucet, allowing the water to warm for her. Stripping from her attire, she slipped inside. Reaching for the Seaspray body water, shaking the contents of the bottle. She quickly lathered the green gel against a wash cloth.

An hour later, Blaze stepped out of the shower soaked, with ringlets of hair curling at the tips. Wrapping a crisp Egyptian style towel around her athletic body. Wiping away the layers of steam lining the vanity mirror. She starred at her reflection, noticing the vibrant color in her eyes. Even her complexion seemed more nature. She felt refreshed and a new zest for life. She would have to thank Alison for whatever she did, she should sleep more often.

Entering into her bedroom, which was directly connected to her private bathroom. Her long towel wrapped tightly around her body, masking her more sensual curves and assets. She stopped at her lengthy dresser to stare into the photograph of herself and Morgan. She sighed, nibbling on her bottom lip.

"I know you overcame my death - which wasn't easy. I will do the same with yours, I wish you could be here Morg." She pulled the frame close to her chest, hugging it tightly. Shutting her misty eyes, exhaling a cool breath. Her emerald eyes morphing into their trademark sage green as they fluttered open. She carefully placed the frame back on the top of her dresser. Rummaging through her dresser she decided on a pair of black cargo pants and a band shirt. The shirt itself was a gift from Delilah, who introduced the band to her friend. Across the red shirt read the band's name "Stroke 9" in black bold lettering.

Brushing her damp locks back from her beautiful face, she slipped the excess hair into a sleek pony - tail. She was finally ready to confront her teammates, but she stopped. Reaching out she grabbed the Tiffany's tennis bracelet that was once Morgan's, one of the item's she took after her death. The bracelet sparkled in the lighting of her apartment. The piece of jewelry was so elegant it clashed with Blaze's punk look but she didn't care. She wanted a piece of Morgan with her at all time, making the bracelet appropriate.

Slipping on a pair of shoes and socks, she walked out of her apartment. Quietly walking down the hallway with her arms folded behind her back. She even carried a bit of a bounce in her step, a flair she had lost months ago. Punching the elevator button, the doors swung open. Stepping inside she smiled at the familiar scents of Delilah and Alison.

The elevator ascended to the following floor, where the other women of the Six were. Stepping outside she walked down the hallway. She easily tracked both Alison and Delilah's location to Haleigh's suite. Knocking on the door gently but received no answer. Perking a curious brow she tried the handle to find it unlocked.

Walking inside, she turned to close the door behind her. She knew all three women of the Six were here. Haleigh's infectious laugh echoing off the walls to greet her. Stepping past the living room, she stopped in her tracks. Small droplets of blood had stained the flooring of Haleigh's place. Crouching down, dipping her index finger inside the droplet of liquid. Her eyes dashing around the apartment, no sign of a struggle. Obviously her friend was fine, she probably ran into some trouble. Climbing to her feet, she walked inside the kitchen, already several pairs of eyes falling on her.

"Is this a private party or can anyone join?"

She grinned to reveal a full set of dimples on each cheek, another trademark the team hadn't seen in months. Her smile seemed to warm Haleigh's kitchen into a bright display of warmth. Climbing onto the bar stool, she nodded to Alison, indicating her recovery. Her eyes swinging back to Haleigh, giving her an apologetic look with her intense eyes. Folding her hands against the counter, Morgan's tennis bracelet sparkling in the kitchen's high lighting. It was a positive sign Blaze was moving on but also celebrating Morgan's memory.
 
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Haleigh's Penthouse

"Here you are," Haleigh said, as she poured water into Alison's cup and placed a teabag in shortly after. Haleigh rounded the circular bartop, seating herself and sweetening her tea. "Sugar?" She asked lightly, as she passed the small container. Her eyes raised to look across the bar, unfocused. A hologram of Malice appeared in front of them. Haleigh decided NOT to show the two of them Mrs. Pike's assertions, and instead narrated, as the downsized holograph displayed the powers Malice has been seen using.

"Okay ladies... lets get down to business. Malice.... also known as 'the woman in white', and the 'White Queen' of the Hellfire Club. Her FIRST name is attributed to be Diana... her last name is still unknown.... she doesn't let much get out about her." Haleigh began, giving them a wink and taking a sip of tea. Blaze lets herself in, and Haleigh affords a welcoming, forgiving smile. "Blaze... good to see you're feeling better. Please, grab a cup, have something to drink.... this IS a private party... but YOU are always welcome to join us." Haleigh makes no mention of their last, less than pleasurable interaction, and gives no indication of intent to do so... or any hint of bitterness. Instead, she continues on, as if uninterrupted.

"We've seen her powers.... telepath, empath, transiomorph-- she can turn herself into diamond form, deflection, and SHIFT X super strength. She is EASILY the most powerful and most DANGEROUS we've met so far. A bit of a God-Complex... probably has antisocial personality disorder-- she KNOWS she hurts people... and it almost seems as though she derives pleasure from it. She has little regard for human life, and she's COMPLETELY apathetic to personal RIGHTS, humane treatment of others, and is in chronic violation of the law. Yeah... she's vicious.... like Pit Bull with rabies."

Haleigh leaned back in her barstool, pausing to take a sip of her tea again. "She's been involved with MysTech since DINOSAURS roamed the earth, and she's been in Hellfire's INNER circle for at LEAST twenty years. Now, I've CONFIRMED her responsibility for SEVERAL key events in all our lives.... she put the axe in the Victory family, luring the good Dr. Cristopher to MysTech, by using telepathic suggestion to get him to leave his wife and child. She was DEEPLY involved in the Super Soldier experiment, reprogramming Patrick Murdock to become the ultimate warrior. She helped Dr. Chandler orchestrate the capture and torture of ME and my former team. She FRAMED you, Delilah, and brought on the scrutiny of the NYPD. She tracked Sharon and Alycia and sent the super soldier after them. AND... though it's just a rumor and no one can seem to elaborate... word is she had something to do with Cameron's disappearance. She has DEEP pockets and far reaching fingers... and those who aren't her friends are her enemies, and she'll pull out all the stops to destroy them."
 
surprise

::a loud "electronica feedback" sound is heard....as a swirl of sparkling white orbs floods the area where the women are sitting::


my my, you HAVE been doing your homework, havent you Haleigh?

::the glowing astral form of Malice was now in the room. as this was her ASTRAL form, none of Illustra's security devices would detect or be able to contain "her". it was another indication of just hower powerfull and far reaching her PSI powers were. The woman stood confidently posed with her hand on her hip::

I was made aware of your recent "inquiries" and for your tremendous efforts, i feel that i must RETURN the favor.

::a cold, disdainfull facial expression washed over Malice's face::

You take something valuable to ME? I will take something valuable to YOU!
 
Illustra-105th floor

:: Alison set her cup down, listening as Haleigh clued them in on some facts about Malice.....including her real first name. the woman had indeed been involved in some of the most tragic moments in the lives of the Six and their families...most notably Morgan's.::


::but before even she could speak...MALICE appeared. Alison immediately stood up, but realized that she could not harm Malice' astral form.::


:: As Malice indicated immediate retaliation, Alison's cobalt blue eyes glowed solid whiite...her precognition alarms going off::


"You take something valuable to me? I wil take something valuable to YOU!"

Zack, Alycia!!

We've got to.......
 
Haleigh is so quick to react, it is almost as if she had EXPECTED Malice's arrival, or 'seen' it as Alison could. She leapt from her stool, grabbing Blaze by the collar of her shirt and yanking her back, positioning herself to be the closest the Malice. Not wasting the momentum to reach back and grab her gun, Haleigh manifested a metal baseball bat, and with the speed of a jackhammer, swung the weapon with ferocious might, as if finally being allowed to unleash a fury unknown to anyone.

"Will you, harpy? Be CAREFUL... I'd hate for you to throw out your back before you've the chance to REALLY attack us."

Haleigh didn't know HOW Malice got past security... and she didn't care. 'Malice' was here.... in her apartment, a PERSONAL encroachment on Haleigh's space... and furthermore... she was ALONE, facing ALL FOUR remaining members of The Six.... an unwise decision indeed....
 
retaliation by Malice

<<Before Guardian could finish. Black Widow sprung into action but EVEN HER attack passed HARMLESSLY THROUGH the glowing astral form of Malice...as this was merely a psychic manifestation....with no physical substance. Malice HERSELF was hidden way away across town as Alarms began to go off signaling physical distress among individuals being tracked by Haleigh's technology ....even as Haleigh and Delilah could detect the screams of Alycia Barnett and Zack....under SEVERE telepathic attack by Malice. The screams of these two allies of the Six were blood curdling. Where ever they were within Illustra, White halos surrounded both of their heads.....the manifestation of Malice' power signature.>>


<< The two victims...in opposite areas of Illustra were experiencing a TREMENDOUS mental assault....and NEITHER ONE was equipped to defend against it themselves. Unless there was a way to repell this telepathic attack, Alycia would die from a brain hemorrage and Zack would be left comatose.....>>
 
Illustra- Haleigh's penthouse

"I'm good thanks, hon." She nodded a thanks to Haleigh, who offered a refreshing beverage. She looked to the hologram, carefully studying the outline of Malice. She knew the woman's features well for she detested her than almost anyone else. Leaning on the palm of her hand, she made a note of Haleigh's observations and valuable information she uncovered.

Just then the appearance of Malice was made, Blaze jumped down from her stool. Her adrenaline doubling at the sight of the woman in white. Before she could further react, Haleigh leaped over her own barstool, yanking Blaze's collar. Stumbling forward at the momentum, she regained her composure, standing behind Haleigh. She sensed a protective nature from the co - leader of the Six. Blaze narrowed her eyes, why would Malice be here by herself?

"She's trying to divide and conquer us! Blackout is here too....somewhere....they are attached at the hip." She warned the others, she half wanted to look for Zack and Alycia but that's exactly what Malice had. Damn, this woman was good. Either way, they were screwed until a solution was found.
 
Illustra-107th Floor

:: Alycia, a noted high powered attourney, the long time ally of the six, as well as recently resigned ADA of NYC and trusted attourney for The Six as a group was not scheduled to depart for an undisclosed location until tomorrow. She was sleeping in one of Morgan's guest rooms...when all at once...she began to SCREAM and cry out in AGONY....bolting upright in bed with her hands clutching at her temples......Alycia gritted her teeth as she writhed in agony....she wanted to scream "HELP ME"...but the pain...it was as if her MIND was on FIRE!::
 
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