Paparazzi

[Prophet]

The Parthenon Luxury Hotel of New York stood at almost 100 Floors talls at the edge of Manhatten. It was the pinnacle of rest and relaxation as well as comfortable and luxurious not to mention elegant. Today in the Lobby of this Hotel, a Press Junket was being held in which the Campaign Advisors and Owners would hear all about the Luxury Hotel and the Plans for the Future.

Blaze Fielding and Morgan Victoria had worked extremely hard for this campaign and in fact Morgan was the FACE of the Parthenon Hotel due to her Supermodel status. Illustra Inc. had invested a lot of time and money in this endeavour and it would pain BOTH of them if anything happened to go wrong.

To Cameron and Vivica, this was their baby. They had worked on this deal for over two years and to finally see the fruits of their labor pay off was going to be great. However, a lot was riding on the appearances of their colleagues and Vivica in particular was a nervous wreck about this whole situation. Vowing revenge if either one of them decided to ruin it by not showing up.

Meanwhile, underneath the City, a vengeful Kelly King learns that her assignment is still active and with the new information she gains, she begins to set her plans in motion while Erika is on her way to New York.

And So with that, the Press Junket Begins...

 

[Prophet]

Parthenon Hotel

:: Cameron pulled in the back way of the Parthenon as he was rushed in through the back admist the paparazzi and media already crowding around trying to get the first scoop on the Opening Night. He turned the corner into one of the Conference Rooms that the Hotel Chain had where he was greeted by Vivica who was sitting at the head of the chair, chatting on the phone and looking over papers. He greeted her with a smile as he took the seat next to her. She quickly hung up the phone as he winked and greeted her. ::

"You look a little too comfortable at the head of this table. So have Blaze or Morgan made an appearance yet today? I called them both and I know Blaze is running late, but I haven't been able to get a hold of Morgan, and as she is the star of our little presentation, she NEEDS to be here or we are in big trouble..."

:: Vivica shook her head as she looked a little shocked and instantly went into information overload mode which tended to happen with amount of information that Vivica was able to process. She was definitely freaking out and needed a moment to charge, but Cameron didn't know how they would fit it in. ::

Vivica: Cameron King, do tell me that you are joking? If I RECALL correctly, which I KNOW I do, both Morgan and Blaze promised that they would be here early and in fact Morgan made a distinct point of telling Blaze while in a meeting last week that it would be crucial for each of us to attend! I have kept up my end of the deal, but I cannot have them RUIN this meeting for us. So if that means I have to go out with a Blonde Wig and Smile through it, then I will, but this WILL be a success! I need a drink!

:: Prophet gave her a pat on the back as he looked at her level of sincerity. She had really poured her heart into this project and he was really lucky to have her with him. Without her, King Enterprises would have crumbled. He looked her dead in the eyes and consoled his closest friend. ::

"Vivica, after this project, how about I give you a month of paid vacation. You choose the spot, anywhere you want and with whomever you want. And when you get back, expect an increase in pay. You mean too much to me. I really appreciate the work you are doing, but remember when it used to just be me and you, we've been through worse and we will get through this.. I promise."

:: Cameron kissed Vivica on the cheek as he looked down at his watch which now read 10:59am. The junket would start in one hour and with neither Blaze or Morgan in sight, he could only IMAGINE how this thing was going to turn out. Still he had faith that his so called teammates would pull through as he knew that their own absences reflected badly on their own Companies. All he could do now was wait ::

 

[Witchfire]

The Citadle

- Kelly King now stood in a dimly lit room sitting in a plush black leather chair. In front of her she was receiving a brief on the update of her mission from an uknown source on a large Plasma Screen on the Wall in front of her. Images of the Six Flashed before her as an unknown voice coming from a small speaker on the table next to her narrated the images. Kelly sat watching intently as she was taking in the information. -

"Morgan Victoria, codename Spellbinder. Daughter of Christopher Victory of Mystech. She is a vicious woman with an enormous amount of determination. A Very accomplished Witch and Sorceress, Spellbinder harnessed Eldritch Magick and has a very mystical connection to the Realm of Limbo. So far we have seen her teleport, produce blasts of Eldritch Magick and transform her own crystalline body back to normal. She is to be the first target as she will be the most suspicious. You may remember her from her stint on the Mutant Team Valiant."

- The Images of the Blonde Bombshell shifted to that of Alexis Quatermaine. -

"This is the lovely Alexis Quartermaine codename Shockwave, a Meta Human with the ability to manipulate and create energy sources from all around her. Her cunning manipulation skills and deadly good looks are the source of her confidence but her father is a deep soft spot for her. Her psyche is extremely shallow due to run in with one of her own teammates, Prophet, and she will probably be the most easily swayed."

- Alexis' images swirled from the screen as the Images of Haleigh Davidoff began to fill the screen, mostly of security shots from her in the Control Room since she wasn't easily spotted around the world. -

"Miss Haleigh Davidoff, codename Black Widow. Like her codename, Haleigh is a hunter, quietly stalking her prey before pouncing and tearing to shreds. She will most likely be hard to sway but her own weakness is her confidence, if you can exploit that, then you will be able to control her."

- As Haleigh faded off the screen, images of Foxfire were now flooding the screen. Shots of her being tortured by the Gene Splicer and being Tortured. -

"Blaze Fielding, codename Foxfire. She is the sister to Morgan and was also a member of Valiant. As you know she is very wild and free spirited, and your biggest obstacle will be to contain her. However, her psyche is extremely mallable and play on her emotions as she is a very emotional person. Make sure that she can't read you."

- Finally the Images faded from the screen altogether as Images of Alison and Cameron began to flood the screen, showing them use their powers and other images from their files. -

"And then, there are your targets. Cameron and Alison King. Though you haven't seen them in years, they have had time to flourish. Cameron is an established mutant telepath with a strong psyche and an arrogant attitude. The easiest way to sway him will be to make sure that you keep an eye on him at all times. Don't let the influences of others sway him. Then there is Alison, she is an accomplished witch taking much from you but in her own time learning to be able to almost surpass the teacher. She is icy cold, mysterious and stand offish. Your biggest obstacle will be to get her to trust you as Morgan will not easily gain your trust without Alison's. Your job is to exterminate Alison and Cameron thus destroying the Six using whatever means necessary. We thought you were perfect for the job last time and we know you can do it this time. We have given you all the supplies you need as well as a Penthouse across the street from Illustra. If you need anything else, you know how to contact us. Good Luck Miss King, and we hope for your sake that you do not fail.."

- The room went completely dark as Kelly King was teleported out of the black room of the Citadle to her Penthouse Apartment across the street for Illustra. She looked down at her clothes as she waved her hand, changing from her black and red body suit to a much more comfortable outfit. Waving her hand once more, her entire altar appeared in front of her, minus her Book of Shadows which was protected by Erika. Kelly could sense it as she went on a tirade, sitting down at her altar, lighting the candles with her mind. -

"Well, it's good to be back. Nice to see Blaze is recovering nicely, I thought Black snapped her like a twig. I can see my first target is going to have to be Morgan. I need to lower her magical alarms. Jam her Scrying Glass. It won't be easy, but I believe I can do it.. I just need the right time."

- Behind her she telekinetically turned the TV on as it was the news was covering the Parthenon Press Junket as the TV Announcer listed that Blaze, Morgan, and Cameron would all be at this junket, giving her the perfect opportunity to slip in and do some of her work. She was known for her ability to deceive. She was rivaled with nobody in that sense and she smiled an evil smile as she began to plot her next move. This was going to be a piece of cake. -

 

[Witchfire]

- Kelly stood in front of Illustra looking as confident as ever. With an evil smirk she batted her now icy violet eyes and swiveled her blonde hair around her finger as she got into the part of Morgan Victoria. Kelly King has used her glamoury powers to glamour into the exact physical copy of Spellbinder right down to her trademark power suits and perfectly styled hair. Sighing deeply she headed right into Illustra where she was headed off by an annoying secretary with red glasses who looked like some Sally Jesse Raphael in Training. The woman looked at Morgan and asked what she had been doing here. Saying that she was supposed to be at the Press Junket for the Parthenon. Kelly rolled her eyes as she pushed the woman away from her, replying to her as she continued down the hall to the private access elevators. -

"You nor ANYBODY else for that matter is in the right position to inform me where I am SUPPOSED to be. Is that clear you miserable peon? Now get back to whatever it is I pay you too much to do!"

- This was easier than she had thought. In a lot of ways Kelly and Morgan had a lot of similarities, personality wise. They were both unafraid to speak their opinion no matter what man tried to keep them down, they ALWAYS rose to the occassion and struck back with a deadly vengeance. This would make it that much harder, but not impossible to kill Spellbinder. As she went all the way up to the top floor of Illustra, the Elevator doors swung open as she began to walk down the hall, stopping instantly in her tracks, sensing the traces of magick. -

"A warding spell? Very clever, Morgan. A strong one too..."

- Kelly began to chant in what appeared to be Latin or some otherworldly language as her hand was extended. With a bright glow orange, the Warding Spell had been temporarily lifted allowing Kelly enough time to get in and out before it detonated again. Kelly opened the doors to the Penthouse as cold air flowed through the place. It was very comfortable and cozy, much like something Kelly herself would have picked out for her in the older days, but this was a different Kelly King. She didn't care about materialistic things or money anymore, just getting her revenge, stopping the Six and continuing on with her work. She entered the bedroom where she heard hissing from the corner. She looked over to see Tinkerbell hissing and ready to pounce right before it teleported away. A strange cat, but no doubt a familiar teleporting to her witch. She would have less time now. Kelly made her way to the vanity in Morgan's room and picked up one of the hair brushes. This would be perfect. Inside one of her pockets she pulled out a solid black candle as she lit it with her mind and held the brush over the candle, letting a few of the hairs burn as she began to work some very powerful magick. -

"By the flame of dark and night, I bind thee Morgan with my might, So you shall see what I desire, and take no chance to put out my fire. With the help of the Goddess and Smoke of this flame, do unto this penthouse the very same thing. Bind all beings of magick from investigation until the moment of most ancticipation. With the charge of my power and words that rhyme, I bind thee Spellbinder, from secrets of mine!"

- The hairbrush glew a bright red as the energy pulsated throughout the entire house, hitting everything such as the Scrying Glass, Morgan's Altar and all of her personal belongings. The spell would lower her mystical alarms, making her not suspicious of Kelly when she made her next appearance. This would buy her time to get the job done and once she had learned all about them, she would crush them all. Everything was moving so nicely. Kelly King sat the brush down back on the vanity as she snapped her fingers and blinked out of sight. It was almost time for phase two of her plan. -

 

[Prophet]

:: Cameron and Vivica were standing behind the large curtains that was acting as the Behind the Scenes area for the entire press junket. People of the media were running around and setting up their cameras. Programs like Entertainment Tonight were interviewing the stars that had decided to arrive to show their support for Illustra Inc. and the Hotel Itself, and everything appeared to be going extremely smoothly. The only problem was that it had only appeared to be going well. In fact the whole thing seemed to be imploding before it even began. Blaze and Morgan had better get their asses there in the next few minutes or when this thing was done, Cameron and Vivica would flay them alive ala Dark Willow in Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Cameron shrugged the thought as he looked at his watch and then back at a very upset Vivica. He could tell she was seething but was trying to keep her cool in order to avoid any bad press between King Enterprises and Illustra Inc. With a phony smile she leaned over to Cameron and expressed her concern. ::

Vivica: "I swear to god Cameron, I don't care if you guys are some uber super group.. if at least Blaze doesn't show up soon, when we get back.. I will kill both of them myself.. I swear, I may not have super powers, but I was raised in the ghetto, those bitches better not mess this up! Seriously, I would have expected SO much more from Morgan. She is so professional, something has to be wrong...

:: The thought crossed Cameron's mind. It did seem extremely uncharacteristic of Morgan. Even when the two had first met in Illustra and were feeling each other out, using their powers on each other, they acted completely professional towards each other, as if nothing was even going on. Maybe she was in trouble? But then again, if she was, wouldn't the Six know about it by now? No Morgan was probably throwing one of her Supermodel Tantrums. He swore sometimes she rivaled the diva attitude of Whitney Houston. He didn't have time to think about this now as the lights when dim. The Spotlight went on the main podium and it was showtime. It was either time to sink or swim. ::

 

[Foxfire]

** After spending some time in Switzerland, Haleigh and Blaze had returned to NYC. Blaze was offered a position to get back into the "business" and she heavily agreed to it. She would place her resignation on Morgan's desk in due time. Her heart was looking forward to this, to working for Hal's. With a quick change into a power suit and slicking her hair back into a bun, Blaze walked downstairs to the meeting room. **

"Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen, I am Blaze Fielding, Senior Ad Campaign Manager, and I want to welcome and thank you for all coming."

** Buttoning up her blazer, Blaze looked very polished this evening, much different then earlier. Approaching the podium, she gave a firm yet friendly speech. She didn't bother to approach Cameron or Vivica, she knew they would sense her. And she wanted to get down to business as well. **

"And now, I'd like to turn this over to Vivica and Cameron."

** Stepping off, Blaze walked down towards her seat. Crossing one leg over the other while she clapped for the two. Although she looked professional, Blaze couldn't help but feel odd. So much stress went into these meetings, but the end product was worth it. Although the chance to work with Hal's was even more intriguing to Blaze. **

 

[Black Widow]

Haleigh freshened her appearance in the bathroom after they appeared. Her 'ride' disappeared, and Haleigh smoothed her shirt down and left the restroom, finding Cameron and Vivica as Blaze began her speech. She folded her arms across her chest and relaxed, scanning around for nothing in particular. She seemed to be casing the place. Her gaze would stop on security guards, cameras, and she'd already made a mental note of all the exits... She had a methodical mind.... and she often did this without even menaing to.

"See Stud... I told you I'd have her back. No Sweat. Perhaps from now on it would be best to keep me abreast of big future plans... just in case. This way, I won't miss anything important and YOU dont have to freak out when I dont show. Don't think you've gotten away with our little discussion. We'll talk. Vivica, nice to see you. This place looks great you guys. Relax.... it's all going smoothly. Wait.... WHERE is Ms. Victoria?"

 

[Prophet]

:: Cameron sighed in his mind as he heard Haleigh's concern. It was also his. Where exactly was Miss Victoria? She would feel a greath wrath once this whole thing was over. He whispered back to her as Vivica Lennox took center stage prepared to make her speech. ::

"I guess she thought she had better things to do. This is going to be a disaster, you know I am going to have to work my touch to get this all over and done with..."

:: Prophet's gaze went right back to Vivica who was giving a killer speech on what it took to bring the project of the Parthenon to what it was today. Using words such as reinvention and birth of a new era in the way Hotel and Resorts were ran across the Globe. She had such a good way with words that he almost forgot that it was himself that had to go next. As Vivica introduced him, he stood up, adjusted his tie and began walking down the almost catlike walkway to the podium where he was front and center in the spotlight. Coughing once to clear his throat he turned on his oozing fake charm and began to wow the crowd. ::

"Thank You Ladies and Gentlemen. As I know you have been hearing from my two associates before me, that the Parthenon Hotel Chain has set it up to be one of the most successful chains in the entire globe with Locations in the Hottest Spots across the world. When it came to deciding which location to open up first, we couldn't help but think of New York City, the Melding Pot of the World. When the Parthenon first opened it's doors in the early 1970's it was host to some of the most famous stars of music and entertainment the world had to offer. It's posh accomodations and customer care quality made it world famous with such famous celebrity endorsements from everyone to Diana Ross to Kiefer Sutherland to yes even Molly Ringwald. Remember people, the 80's was a different time. So when the Parthenon chain suffered a great loss and ended up in bankruptcy it sat for years, abandoned. That is when I came along. I saw the greatness that this place once had and I believe in it now. I fixed them up, investing over $50 Million trying to fix these things up, so you had BETTER enjoy them, or I might find myself not being able to afford to stay at my own hotel. Thank you For coming! I would now like to introduce the face of the Parthenon Campaign. You may have seen her in the commercial spots advertising the Hotel and Club area that have been airing all over TV. Thanks to her flawless looks and smart business ethics, she has generated a lot of interest and has really turned this project into something worth working for.. Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to introduce to you a good friend and close colleague, Morgan Victoria, President of Illustra Inc!"

:: Vivica and Blaze looked extremely shocked as Cameron quickly talked to Vivica in her head, preparing her for what they were about to do. ::

"Vi, this is all up to you. I hate to do it to you, but Morgan is NOT showing up. We both know it. You have been working the closest with her. You know what she had planned to say and don't tell me you forgot. What I am gonna do is make the junket think you are Morgan. You will go out there, smile for a few pictures and get back. Are you ready? We don't have much time.. Get out here!"

:: An unknown sound filled the air as Vivica Lennox stepped out to the podium passing Cameron giving him a less than pleased look. She stepped up the podium and smiled. To the audience and viewers at home, she was none other than Morgan Victoria, Supermodel and head of Illustra Inc. Vivica began to recall the information as she spoke almost exactly like Morgan, even her actions. Vivica was using her own powers of memorization to remember her actions how she carried herself, what her M.O. was and she was using it now. ::

Vivica: Hello everyone. Thank you for that lovely introduction Cameron, however you forget to mention your close friend, colleague and Supermodel, Morgan Victoria....

:: The Speech went on from there and it was flawless with "Morgan" even walking back down the long walkway like a catwalk, giving some of her fans what they had came to seen. When Vivica went back behind the curtain, the illusion was over. Vivica looked back at Cameron. ::

Vivica: Cameron, when you get back there, tell her I am EXTREMELY dissappointed in her. Unless it was a matter of life and death, she will NEVER make this up!

:: And with that the rest of the Press Junket began as Cameron and the others were smiling and answering questions for all different newsgroups saying that Morgan had to unfortunately step out and that she wished the Parthenon the best. Cameron looked around the crowd for Haleigh and the others to see if they had made it, hoping someone would rescue them from the press ::

 

[Persephone]

:: Stepping behind some photographers, Alexis rested her shoulder against the door frame watching Cameron make his speech from a distance. Eventhough Alexis didn't get along with most of the team members, this was a very important day for Cameron and the others, and she wanted to be there to see how it went...plus, her magazine was doing a huge publicity add for Cameron in the next issue, therefore it would also look good for Tempo if she was there. ::

:: Crossing her arms, Alexis' blue eyes scanned around the room as the reporters and photographers hung on Cameron's every word. Clicking of cameras could be heard with flashes soon to follow as the photographers took pictures of Cameron speaking. For the most part, the room was silent except for Cameron's voice which echoed in the large conference hall. Parting her lips, Alexis tilted her head towards the wall allowing her head to rest there. These were the times she envied Blaze and Haleigh--how they didn't need to sleep--she only wished she had that luxury after nights like last night. Allowing a soft sigh to escape her lips, Alexis continued to listen contently behind the flashbulbs of the photographers...the continus clicking of the cameras were like a ticking clock to her making her even more tired....until her phone began to ring very loudly. Jumping, Alexis' eyes went wide as she noticed everyone was starting to turn towards her, looking to where the loud ringing was coming from. Frantically, she reached into her purse and grabbed her phone, quickly opening it to stop the ringing, not bothering to look at the caller idea. ::

"Hello?"

:: Walking out of the conference hall, Alexis stopped a few feet away from the door awaiting for the person on the line to answer. ::

Helena: "Why hello Miss Chandler."

:: Rolling her eyes, her Aunt Helena was the most bull headed and evil woman she knew...She hated the fact Alexis was truly a Quartermaine, and she always loved to rub it in her face that she was raised by Adam Chandler. ::

"It's Quartermaine, Helena. I'm not a Chandler."

Helena: "You know, the rest of the Quartermaine's may tolerate your fraudelent use of the family name. I however, will not."

"What part of 'I was STOLEN' can't you comprehend, Helena? I didn't ask for Adam Chandler to raise me, just like Alan and Monica didn't ask to be killed by hi---You know! What the hell do you want? I don't need to explain myself to you you stubbon old bat.."

Helena: "Oh stop preeching, Alexis. I'm not here to fight with you--AJ is in trouble."

:: Stopping, Alexis' face full of anger melted away into concern. ::

"What? What happened? What's wrong? Is he--"

Helena: "He's fine. But...*sneers* I need your help."

:: Raising her eyebrows, she must of been in the Twilight Zone if Helena was asking her for help...::

"You want my help?"

Helena: "Let me make this perfectly clear, Alexis. I find you hidious on every conceiverable level. I have wanted you gone from the very first moment you slithered into this family. But nevertheless, AJ is in grave danger...and Emily and Dillion begged me to call you for help.."

:: Rolling her eyes at her comments about hating her and what not, Alexis shook her head...she knew this already, Helena didn't have to spell it out to her--lord. ::

"Alright..alright."

:: Grabbing her purse, Alexis sat down grabbing her day planner out as she continued to speak with her Aunt. ::

Helena: "So you will help?"

:: Stopping what she was doing, she couldn't believe Helena could even think Alexis was cold enough to just abandon her family...even though half of them didn't consider her family. ::

"Yes, Helena. I'm not going to just turn my back on AJ when he needs me."

:: Shaking her head, she turned to a blank piece of paper and began to write a note. After a few moments, Alexis finished the note and finally heard Helena on the other end of the phone. ::

Helena: "Good....:: Pauses :: Doesn't mean we're friends, right?"

"I hate the sight of you too.....I'll be at Wyndemere within the hour."

:: Taking the phone away from her ear, Alexis shut it with her one hand and wripped the note she just wrote out of her planner with the other. Closing the planner she placed it back in her purse and stood up. Walking back to the press conference room, Alexis noticed one of Cameron's co-workers near by. ::

"Could you give this to Mr. King please...right away. It's urgent."

:: The co-worker nodded as Alexis passed him the folded note that said "Just got a call from my Aunt, I need to head to Wyndemere--AJ's in trouble. Possibly gone for a week or so...tell others. Sorry about last night. Love Alexis" As she watched the co-worker walk towards the front of the conference hall, she turned and quickly rushed out of building to help her family. ::

 

[Prophet]

:: Cameron watched among the crowd as he answered question among question. Most of which weren't concerned with the Parthenon at all, but more with his bachelor status as ever since he stepped into the limelight, people had been extremely curious about who was seeing and why he was seeing them. He now stood in front of a reporter for Entertainment Tonight answering yet again more questions about his social and personal life. The woman place the microphone in front of him and asked the questions in a quick and anticipating manner. ::

Reporter: Mr. King, it has been rumored that you have been connected with some interesting names in Hollywood, but the most recent has to have been Paris Hilton. Do you care to comment on that? Is love in the air?

:: Cameron laughed out loud as he patted the woman on the back and smiled ::

"Seriously, who HASN'T been connected with Paris Hilton in this town? No, but seriously I met her at Club Hellfire which is owned and ran by an associate of mine, Blaze Fielding! Go there! It's a great club! But yeah, we hung for a few hours, but that was it. So no, but if you will excuse me, I have places to go and people to see! Thank You"

:: He turned around and began to head down the main lobby, trying to find Vivica when a woman came up to him and gave him the letter from Alexis. Prophet read it and sighed. So she was running away for the week because she couldn't deal with them? They DEFINITELY needed to talk when she got back, but there was no time to think about that now. Cameron had a bone to pick with Morgan Victoria. Mentally scanning the place he picked up on Haleigh as he sent her a message. ::

"Hey Hales, I am in the main lobby, front counter, meet me there. I have a WITCH to burn at the stake, I need some back up! Lord knows Blaze won't be of any use!"

 

[Black Widow]

Haleigh watched the press junket progress from a backstage view. She would sit out in the crowd.... but it would be better if she weren't seen or photographed. The less solid evidence of her, the better.... that's what most people didn't understand. that's why she stayed behind the camera. In her line of business...being nonexistant was important. She watched Caeron begin to make his way out, answering a final question. She also began to move, taking the back way out, behind the podium and photo-friendly curtain. She bypassed the paparazzi and made her way towards Cameron... taking the hallway as he disappeared from the room.

Right behind you Stud. This witch... wouldn't happen to be a favorite supermodel of ours, now would it?

Haleigh was smiling, and even Cam could hear it through her mind's voice. She slipped by some reporters making notes of the decor of the place, and found Cameron at the counter.

[with sarcasm]"Lets go... and find out what was SO important that Morgan couldn't grace us with her presence."

 

[Foxfire]

** Blaze was stunned by how attractive Cameron was when he desired something. A small smile crept over her lips, Aren't we the charmer? She thought to herself, knowing Cam would probably hear it. As he finished up his power speech, Blaze clapped when she squinted at the bright flash. Being blinded by all the flashing, Blaze blinked her eyes to control her vision when the room went crazy for "Morgan." Whipping her head around to see her "sister" standing there. "Clever." Whispered Blaze who could easily trace the scent to Vivica. She found herself actually believing this very being was Morgan with such an approval and power play. Finally, the speeches were delivered, and well written. It seemed the press and public were having a field day with this event. Standing up, Blaze unbuttoned her blazer to reveal her white button down blouse. Walking away down the hallway when her eyes met with a mysterious man. Blaze felt her breath stop and her muscles tighten. Blue eyes locked with Green, locked in a steadfast. Breaking eye contact, she glanced around to see the room vacating into the main lobby. **

"So, are you here to cancel Mr. King too? He's disrupting a lot of business for us.....I heard you were here."

** Michael walked towards Blaze, to the common eye he looked like a regular guy with one of the latest designer suits. Reaching inside his jacket pocket he began to dress his hands with black leather gloves. Stepping infront of Michael, Blaze shook her head, "I can't let you do that Michael!" He smiled for a second when he roughly pulled on Blaze's bicep and threw her into one of the private rooms. Locking the two of them inside to prevent attention. The room itself was empty. "Why do you bother working for such scum?" His French accent evident in his tone. He did work for Section One and it appeared he was here to kill Cameron on his biggest day of his life. Screwing the silencer on his P77, he aimed it at Blaze, "you can't stop me." He pulled the trigger and in a second, Blaze side stepped, the bullet whizzing past her and piercing the crystal vase positioned on the Yanni piano. Making quick space between them, Blaze tossed her jacket away to maneuver better. Michael glanced around when Blaze struck him in the right knee, a snap was heard and down he went. He of course struck Blaze in the right rib. Both falling to the floor in pain, leaving Blaze gasping while they scrambled for the gun. Michael was more ruthless of the two, he always was. Blaze's fingertips wrapped around the butt of the gun when she was met in the eyebrow with an elbow, busting open her skin. Blood trickled down her Carmel tone. A small cry of pain was heard but it was blocked out from the music and social activities down the hallway. Standing up Michael's expression was stoic pulling his hands back to execute a karate move. Slamming his foot down onto the carpet just as Blaze rolled away. Jumping to her feet she eyed his footing. Dropping down to her feet, she swung her leg out to trip him. And he fell down but not before slamming his fist into the back of Blaze's knee cap. A loud pop was heard from the broken bone. Gritting her teeth, Blaze rolled to her left side poking his eyes out with her index and middle finger. Massaging her leg she roughly pulled it back into Blaze, the bone popping. **

"You still have your sense of touch." He said, rubbing his eyes. Pulling onto Michael's ankle she twisted it without a second thought. A look of utter hate was revealed in her eyes. He groaned in pain swinging his bad leg full force into the back of Blaze's skull. The blow was violent enough, knocking her off her sitting position. Stars and small black spots filled her line of vision. Shaking her head quickly, Blaze immediately felt nauseous. But she refused to let Michael, a level 9 Op destroy Cameron. "You always were vulnerable to the emotions of your peers. Emotions get in the way." He crawled near Blaze pulling her head against his chest. Held within his hands were a metal wire, which he wrapped around Blaze's throat, causing it to bleed. Knocking her throbbing skull back into Michael's head staggered his upper hand. Striking her elbow down onto his chest, right onto his heart. He gasped at the tremendousness amount of pain. Reaching into her boot, Blaze gripped her gun, firing it twice in Michael's skull, killing him. His struggling body stopped suddenly. The silver magnium F12 smoked but was a quiet gun. Shoving him away from her, Blaze placed her lips on the side of the gun, kissing it. The gun had saved her plenty of times. Her cuts, bruises, and broken limbs began to heal quickly. Her leg of course would take more time. **

** Standing up she turned her attention to the dead corpse laying in the room. Kissing the palm of her hand, quickly blowing a large high powered bolt of flames at his body. In seconds the body was nothing but ash. Pointing to the sprinklers, Blaze placed a forcefield around them, making sure they wouldn't go off alerting to a fire in the building. Opening the large skyscraper, the wind picking up the ashes and scattering them outside. Waving her hand, the force field was down. Freshening up her appearance, Blaze walked with a limb. But the room was in one piece. Luckily, she always brought an extra suit with her. Another lucky factor, she kept it in this room. **

** After changing and burning her old suit to destroy any evidence, sprinkling the ashes out the widow. She walked out of the room, her limb now gone. She needed to find Cam and alert him to this security breath. Walking past a small group of people, Blaze was going to track him by his smell. As she followed his scent, she picked up Haleigh's as well, "the gangs all here." She grumbled under her breath, it would only be a matter of minutes before she found them. **

"Going somewhere kids?! Cam dear, have I mentioned how much your security sucks. Be careful....I already encountered an agent earlier. If you do leave, watch your back."

** She said to him until her eyes landed onto Haleigh, who she nodded to gracefully. "Any word from Morg?" She asked.

 

[Prophet]

:: Just as the Haleigh and Cameron were about to head out back to Illustra to confront Morgan, they were stopped by Blaze who alerted Cameron that there had been a mark on his life taken out by an agent. He pondered the thought for a second about it before looking back at Blaze and frowning. ::

"Man, they just won't rest until we are all dead, will they?"

:: Cameron watched as Blaze asked about Morgan which infuriated him even more. How could she have even done that to him at all? She was supposed to be professional and here she was just staying up at her penthouse not even letting them KNOW she wasn't coming. He responded before Haleigh asking Blaze if she wanted to come along. ::

"Actually, no. That is what we were going to check out now. We have no word from her, Alexis is out of town for the week. We are vulnerable if attacked. We need to see if that misera--- woman is okay, just for our own sanity... Do you wish to come along?"

 

[Foxfire]

** Smirking over to Cameron, Blaze could tell his dislike for her half sister. It was obvious both himself and Haleigh detested Morgan and they only tolerated her enough for working purposes. **

"Well, Cameron, don't censor yourself on my account. I'm the closest person to Morgan and I KNOW she excels in her bitch craft. Believe me, I've heard it all before about her. I think in a twisted way Morgan actually enjoys being labeled a bitch or anything else."

** For a second, Blaze pondered the idea until she nodded to Cameron's question. "Sure, I'll tag along. I do know Morgan best but...." She paused another second with a frown covering her beautiful face, "usually I can kind of pin point her, but not really her psi - screen protects her of that and myself being able to sense her. But our bond however as sisters usually alerts me to her, but I get this unusual feeling like....she's not here....I can't tell if not in the building or the state, or even in the country. I can't access her, I could with anyone else who isn't protected by her psi - screen. Usually I can sense but with her its like finding a needle in a hay stack. I'm assuming you've tried to contact her plenty of times, which is odd for Morgan. She usually answers her phone or some sort of communication. I'm guessing your both heading to her posh top level apartment. I'm game though."