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A particularly hard jostle knocked Thermablaze against a hard, metallic surface. She might have slipped, had not a pair of cold hands quickly grabbed her gently by the arms and set her back on her feet.
"Are you alright?" came a digitized voice high above her head. "You almost fell down." The voice, although it lacked any tone, seemed to be gantle.
Thermablaze turned around, only to find herself looking at the bottom of a steel-encased chest. This chest was attached to a rather large person in a full suit of shining power-armor. Both of his arms, though, seemed to have been replaced with a skeletal-hydraulic system. His head was encased in a steel helmet with a large green visor and a pair of comms antennae on the sides. The only distinguishing feature seemed to be a large radiation symbol painted neatly on his chest. Overall, this guy looked like he could benchpress a truck.
"I'm fine," she said finally, "Thank you for helping me, Mr..."
"I am Experimental Hero Protection Android model 409, at your service madame."
An android. The only one that Thermablaze could think of was Bastion. If this guy was anything like the legendary robotic hero, then it would be interesting to see him in action.
"Well thank you, Mr. 409. So," she began, trying to wheedle more information out of the large machine, "What group are you here with?"
"I am currently unaffiliated with a Supergroup, madame."
"Well then," asked Thermablaze, her curiosity piqued, "What brings you to City Hall, then?"
"I have important information which I must deliver to the City Athorities. Unfortunately, they are too busy to admit me, so I shall wait until they have more time."
"What information?"
"Simple. I have figured out where the teleportation network hackers are operating from."
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Darkpool felt as if a mob of Freakshow decided to use his skull as a mosh pit. There wasn't a single part of his body that didn't hurt. Without opening his eyes, he slowly took stock of the damage. So far, he could feel a couple broken bones. Untill his healing factor kicked in, he'd be out of commission. Fortunately, it would only be an hour or so before the bones mended.
A wave of confusion hit him as he opened his eyes. His last memory was of jumping through the Gaspee, but it looked like he was back at base camp. He heard Krygon's gravelly voice, yet it seemed to come from a great distance away.
"Darkpool's moving, thank God. Could somebody get a water bottle over here?!"
He felt cool water running against his parched lips, and greedly started drinking. As he started to rehydrate, the world came back into focus. He could see Krygon standing over him, letting his teammate drink before continuing.
"Darkpool, am I glad to see you back up! We had a couple of tight moments while you were under, I tell you! Thank God you have that healing ability of yours, or you might not have made it..."
"What happened, Krygon. I don't remember anything past when I got hit..."
"Well," he began, "When I heard that you guys were in trouble, I raced over to your last know positions. It took some hunting, but I was able to find both you and Brid. You were laying in a pile of cracked concrete, and she was surrounded by carbon scoring. Whatever you two managed to find wasn't pretty, I assume."
"Wait," said Darkpool immediately, a realization striking him upside his aching head, "What about Alchemist? Where is he?"
"Alchemist," asked Krygon, a puzzled look on his face, "We assumed he got away. We didn't find any evidence of him anywhere."
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The first thing Alchemist noticed was that it was dark. Even with his eyes open, he couldn't see his hands in front of his face.
"Guys," he heard a young female voice call out, "It looks like the new arrival is up!"
"About time, too," came a rough Cajun accent to his right, "He's been sleeping far too long, in my opinion."
"Who's there?" Alchemist demanded, not able to see anybody in this perfect darkness, "Show yourselves!"
"What are you talking about, mister?" came the female voice from directly in front of him, "I'm right in front of you. What are you, blind?"
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