The Solution

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OOC

Maverick Corporate HQ, Denver

"Paige Turner."

The file slide across the desk Maverick's own CEO, Johnathan F. Bold.

"You have no idea how hard it was to get this. This girl is quite....the enigma." One of corporation's most notable agents, Moya hawkins, begins.

"Oh?" The CEO replies as Moya casually sits on his desk, crossing one leg atop the other.

"She has no records of her ever having existed. No birth certificate, no credit cards, online accounts, social networking, unknown lineage, there is nothing about this girl except for whatever this "agency" put down on her. doesn't seem to be like all the other power dampeners. She isn't a mutant or metahuman as far as powers go. She seems completely human. In fact, it wouldn't really surprise me if they would want her dead.."

"Is she magical?"

"Not sure. It doesn't seem like it. She seems to actually negate magical abilities to my knowledge. And it's gets more interesting. It doesn't seem to just be people but objects and items too. A lot of high tech stuff malfunctions, magic can't do anything to her. Only thing that seems to get to her are "normal" things. She claims to be from another world, perhaps, another universe. It seems almost like....reality warping, only with predictability. With consistency."

"......" Bold Turns away for a moment to take a contemplative walk round the office. She's not like most of the mutants and metahumans he'd heard of. Not like the kind they had at places like S.T.R.I.K.E. An organization that employed a genocidal galaxy destroying entity. A majority of powerful mutants and metahumans did not join Maverick for many reasons. Most of them had sought to join other organizations, mainly the Venezuala military.

But this one could be potentially controlled, or for her sake, better studied. A human with the ability to dampen the abilities of the abnormal, to seemingly bring order around her. The way he saw it, he simply could not wait for someone to come by and simply capture or worse, kill her for her abilities.

"I want her found." The CEO says.

"Bring her here. I want to see this little girly brought to me before she f***ing born."

A few days later

"You do remember that this is a non-lethal mission right?"

One soldier says to Nemaz, watching him throw his knife up and down, sitting idly in the Spectre VTOL dropship Maverick had made, which essentially heavily modified, upgraded V-22 Osprey.

"But of course." Nemaz replies. "However. One can never be too prepared. Such as if I were to encounter others."

"Not sure how many people are after her, with how unknown she is. But hey, your the spec ops guy. Alright." The man turned around to grab the para-shoot for Nemaz "Here is your-" The drop door is open and by the time the man turns around, Nemaz is already gone.

"Para-shoot..."

The African Super Soldier descended fearlessly, diving face down like a bunker buster towards the city of New York. With a thought, his wingsuit activated, flaps appear between the arms and legs as he then glided on the air currents like a squirrel,

He looks down towards the city of knew york, whizzing through the air, looking for somewhere adequate to land. His echolocation allowing him to see vast distances with sound alone, he sound saw an area.

He touched down on a building with immense horizontal momentum, slowing down but not coming down to a complete stop as he rolled along it and seamlessly transferred into a series of gymnastic somersaults, then leaped near the edge of the building as he continued to spiral and flip through the air. He saw a crane and shot a grappling device towards it that stuck to it rather then latching like a crude hook. He stabalized and swung through the air as he disconnected, going up to the air and grabbing a skyscraper's ledge with one hand.

and yet, so dangerous. It is only a matter of time before someone attacks or attempts takeover starting with this place. Honestly, I see little appeal to living here.

"Your target is six clicks from your position. I'm marking her position on your Heads up display. It's a good thing this chick like's parkour..."

It sounded like something out of a video game, but it was very real. On Nemaz's visor was a map of new york, and a marked red blip not too far from him. He shot off his arm mounted grappling device as he proceeded on to Maneuver through this concrete jungle.

It wasn't too long before he would near his target. Should she be alone, Nemaz would make his move. He would waste no time, seeking to noiselessly approach her and then non-lethally incapacitate her temporarily through a sleeper hold.

....If he is given the chance.

It was something that you would be afraid of at first. I was scared of it at first too, heights. A lot of people used to call me insane, but hey, everyone is a little bit crazy.

You just learn to get used to it. You learn about what surfaces your hands an slip off, what kind of shoes and gloves to where. What to carry, what to not carry. How far you can jump and how far you can't. Some people might give up but I was just never really afraid of heights. It's not that I'm not in danger, because well, if I fell right now, I might get in a bit of trouble for the graffiti they find on the concrete.

It's just all mental I guess. I'm scared of a lot, but heights isn't really one of them.

Paige overlooked the city of New York from above, looking down on the restless city below. This was somewhere she went to escape. Not many people were brave or stupid enough to do it. But it was something she had been doing all her life, in actuality, from when she was child. It all felt natural. It was a place like here that she would think, that she would live life on a sort of edge without inhibition and with what she percieved as freedom.

It was an interesting perspective from which to look at city. It seemed like something truly to be alive. An organism when one stopped to look at it.

People and cars, were like blood and the buildings organisms. People would drive about, going about their daily lives. Going into place to place. Every place getting people to keep it "alive." Places without people were in essence, dead, akin to some obsolete organ. And this city would continue on and on, without rest. Never asleep, and always alive.

What was more amazing was how much it had been through and yet still managed to keep going. Cosmic entities, terrorist attacks, things that where she came from, an attack on American soil of the scale at which this city has seen many times. Yet here people were walking, without a care in the world it seemed. But, then again, the healthy human mind doesn't wake up thinking that today is it's last day on earth.

But this was a dangerous position, and she sought to get higher, climbing up the skyscraper towards another one. She always subconsciously positioned herself somewhere that she wouldn't be trapped, that she would have another route, another way to travel.

However, any route that she would otherwise use to escape would be null and void as she felt someone (@maverick_6) she hadn't heard catch her while caught up irrelevant thoughts, wrapping his arms successfully around her neck. It wasn't the lack of oxygen he was going for, it was to cut off blood from her brain. At this rate, he would choke her out as she struggled to get out of a position that most MMA fighters could hardly escape. However, she remembered she did carry a firearm on her person and as she felt her vision begin to disort, pulled out an M9 Beretta and pointed into her aggressor's side as she fired off two shots into his right abdomen. Unsure of what the result would be.

(@pyrogram)

"Approaching target..." A league member said, glancing over the silent Kurt and raising his palms, showing the Gothic Knight a screen of his target. "Your powers probably won't work around her, so take these," unsheathing two adamantium daggers and handing them to the archer, another league member dropped onto his knees and presented a bow and a quiver of various advanced arrows.

"Thank you," he taciturnly said, nodding before plucking up the weaponry.

The plan was to drop out of the plane and use his powers to fly towards the asset, scoop her up as his powers vanished, and activate a parachute, landing upon the ground where a team of League assassins would await her arrival.

Although, everybody knew this wouldn't go as simply as planned.

It never did.

"Sir, unknown person approaching the target!" Kurt dashed towards the side of the plane and cranked open the door, using his enhanced sight to catch Nemaz slowly approaching from behind, "trouble...," he thought, pulling on the parachute and glancing to a League Member, nodding towards a Barrett M82 Sniper Rifle. "I'm going to jump down and land on his back and slice through him with my blades, at precisely a moment before I land, you're going to take out his left kneecap." With a nod of agreement the assassin took the sniper rifle as the plane slowed down, and suddenly...

Wooooosh!

Kurt felt himself roar out of the plane as he jumped, feeling the wind on his face before rocketing forward and propelling himself like a bullet, simultaneously withdrawing his daggers and raising them above his head, the Gothic Knight approached, quicker and quicker before feeling his speed drastically slow down, entering the nullifying field of the woman, he was now only at the mercy of the earth's forces, his own flight disabled, feeling his powers drain from his system. He hadn't felt this powerless in over three years and even then, it hadn't come suddenly. It was an odd sensation, but a sensation ignored through training.

Precisely on time, the League member fired their round, and hopefully, Nemaz would be struck in the knee, and a microsecond later, would feel the sting of two adamantium daggers tearing into, and through his back.

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"Overlod to Nemaz. We have an unidentified aircraft in the area."

Nemaz raises an eyebrow as he continues to listen restraining the currently hapless girl in his arms.

"Aircraft confirmed armed, sniper in position." "Insert counter sniper"

Information was vital to warfare, and with such satellite technology as Maverick's and a genetically engineered shadow company member who could map the area out, much like Nemaz. The shadow company sniper took up a position with an Artemis rifle. A relatively lightweight man-portable railgun that fired smaller rounds at higher velocities. By the time the door opened, the sniper had already fired from considerable distance and a metahuman assassin was going to imminently collide with NEmaz.

And thusly, they acted with great synergy. Nemaz tossed her aside. He couldn't get out of the way of the bullet, however, with a loud clang the bullet was intercepted mid flight. The hypersonic streak of scorched air leading to the copter. The Shadow Company Member had such unerring accuracy as to literally, shoot the .50 cal bullet straight on. Concrete next to Nemaz shattered as the deflected .50 cal that would have simply blown his knee almost completely off, was forced to miss.

Meanwhile Nemaz turned towards his aggressor with natural reactions as he seeks to bury the blades deep within him.However, Nemaz catches him by the wrists as he lands towards him and tosses him partially to the side as the two both get mutually knocked off the skyscraper.

However, Nemaz catches him by the wrists as he lands towards him and tosses him partially to the side as the two both get mutually knocked off the skyscraper.

"Adamantium. Should make things, interesting." He says casually. Mostly to see how his opponent reacts. To gather more about him.

He pushes off and whips out his assault out his assault rifle, not currently concerned with the more than fifty story drop. Him without hesitation opening fire him with his Hyper Velocity loaded rifle. Depleted uranium rapidly being shot out with inhuman precision at speeds of mach 7 towards his newly acquired obstacle.

The way he views it, the girl can be caught up with. But he'd prefer to deal with this. However, he'd not let her get too far.

@maverick_6:

With dexterous swiftness and ingenuity the deadly Maverick warrior countered the Gothic's Knight's attack with a quick gamble, buying himself time from the death by adamantium daggers and instead, opted to risking his life with the fifty foot drop, at the very same time that the two warriors left the power-dampening radius of the girl, Kurt felt a surge overtake his body once more, his eyes glowing green with power, before feeling a barrage of bullets riddle his torso at mind-numbing speeds, his forcefield barely able to mitigate the shear force of the depleted uranium rounds, mach seven providing ample force to break virtually every single rib within the Perilous Pendragon's torso, electing a scream of pain, instantly followed by a roar of utter anger and indignation, for in that second, the Gothic Knight decided Nemaz was going to die. Instantly, Kurt utilized his power of flight and flew upwards at the speed of sound, using his years of skill and training to hopefully grasp Nemaz in a bear-hug, prior to his body exploding like a hedgehog and an array of adamantium spikes would protrude from his body, and attempt to impale Nemaz in every way possible, his arms, legs, torso, head, neck, wherever he was in contact with Kurt's body.

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Nemaz gazed upon his wounded and angered opponent, smirking deviously beneath hi mask as he the ground, he deployed his wingsuit to slow his descent. A fall like that was survivable, but it would definitely hurt. However, upon looking at his opponent as he prepared to rush him. Hardly in any position to block or change direction towards him coming at him at such speeds, he was unable to get out of the way. However....Nemaz was very intent on making him regret coming at him that fast.

Nemaz essentially grappled his foe as he approached. Flipping up as he grabbed him with one hand when he collided and turned. They both flew and Nemaz would use the mutant's own force of impact and his own durability to turn him into a building with such force generated by the archer as to literally put him through a concrete wall. The scenery changing seeminglessly into an office building, skidding and scraping along the hallway to the disarray of panicked employees as the floor breaks apart from the impact.

however, the Archer proved skilled in grappling and yet still was able to retain a hold on Nemaz, and his eyes grew narrow out of anger rather than pain as he punctured through his armor and burrowed his blades deep into his flesh, and punched into many organ, mostly areas along the lower body. Such a thing would kill most people, however, it only wounded Nemaz. He still had managed to keep both his arms freed as he grabbed him by the lower waste. The attempt to push him off was a mistake, as his hand became impaled. Nemaz however showed more signs of mild discomfort rather than agony, despite how the attack actually having effected him, he hardly showed it.

"You form Adamantium?" He says speaking in the middle of a fight, having oxygen to spare for banter. He spoke in fights for both reasons of strategy and his own amusement. "Rare." Nemaz reared his fingers back, being also, determined to kill his opponent, he rarely pulled punches, on in this case, a "poke." A strike with his finger the archer's eyes that hit with the force of an assault rifle round. It was a strike that could many varieties of bulletproof glass and concrete. If successful, he would push forward with his finger, to seek to literally tickle the archer's frontal lobe.

With his gun some distance away, he shot his grappling device towards it and yanked it towards himself, catching it in his hand as following his attack, he would aim it at the archer's head. "And annoying." If the archer would not let go, Nemaz would open fire on him, emptying the gun into his head, through his eye sockets, as he sought to kill or otherwise incapacitate him.

"Someone please run a facial recognition scan on this man. He seems oddly familiar..."

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Everything was black a few moments before her eyes flew open. She looked around, disoriented as the blood came back her head and she looked around. As far as her eyes could tell her, there was no one around her. "Who the...." She heard gunfire from somewhere below her and walked over to the ledge and she saw two of them fighting, shooting one of them tackled the other at amazing speeds and then the two seemingly disappeared into a building.

"Oh crap..." Adrenaline began to rush and blood started to pump. All her dizzyness and disorientation left, because it had to if she wanted to escape. She did what she was best at, running, grabbing a wired line as her gloved hands slid along it towards a building as she went to lower ground, moving roof to roof quickly to put as much distance between herself and the other two as humanly possible.