"Yes Mum, no mum, no, not a problem I changed the votes so I could take this assignment. Yes I know. No, it wouldn't have suited sending The Iron Druid. Yes I am okay with this assignment Mum. Druid wouldn't have been able to do as you request mum. I trained him, he doesn't have it in him. He wouldn't have been able to act. He is very loyal to the Crown Mum, but his personal ethics are very... rigid. No that was not a play on his code name mum. Yes I will be sure to report back on this Atlas Initiative weekly. No mum, I would not place this group as a high threat I just went over their files. Yes, no, no, yes. I understand the risk. At the end of the day we both know I am now an expendable asset. Yes I will. My liaison is here now, good day."

To everyone in earshot or with any form of perceptive powers a slightly older gentlemen had just got done speaking to a florist about an order for his granddaughters upcoming 3rd birthday.

Mr. Tinker put away his phone. It was an odd shape and seemed to absorb itself into his briefcase, strange, but not very noticeable or even noteworthy inside the building he now occupied.

Tinker watched as his handler assigned by Anderson approached him. A nondescript woman in her early twenties. She seemed very nervous. "Now Ms. Stevens please be at ease. I was told we were meeting here today?" Ms. Stevens looked confused for a second since she had not introduced herself but regained her composure quickly. " Yes Mr... Tinker?" Tinker smiled mildly and tipped his hat just a bit. "Yes Mam, if I may ask are we all meeting in the lobby or is their a different location arranged for us?" Ms. Stevens looked at her watch, Tinker was early, according to Anderson most likely on purpose. She had been warned to be very careful around this man, but he seemed very mellow, a lot like her own dad but in better shape.

"Oh no not here, Mr. Anderson has prepared a greeting for everyone once they arrive. I believe you are the first but I am not sure. I was assigned to assist only you. Mr. Anderson said you had an accident recently and it would be best if you had someone to fetch things for you while in building."

Tinker contained his smile. Anderson was shrewd. If Tinker was kept in certain rooms he wouldn't be able to get access to any interesting company data. All in time. There had to be so many secrets in this building. Fantastic, wonderful secrets.

Tinker allowed himself to be escorted to the Elevators and brought up to the floor where the meeting was to take place.

The China Eastern Airlines Triple-Seven touched down at JFK International Airport a bit over fifteen hours after it had left Shanghai's Pudong International Airport. Wan Shan-Ling came off the plane in the middle of a crowd of tourists, students, and business travellers. She took the opportunity to stretch a bit, and then surreptitiously cast a cantrip to clean and press her business skirt-suit. As she came out of the tube, she spotted an earnest young man off to the side with a sign emblazoned: [size=30]黄昏[/size]
The symbols were read in Cantonese as Huáng Hūn, and meant Twilight. Or perhaps Dusk. But that was her, a code name bestowed upon her by her colleagues in the OCTB. So she headed over to the man with the sign and asked, < So, we are taking my code-name public? >

He smiled as he lowered the sign and displayed his ID.

< Excellent. Lead the way. >

Mr. Sun sped their way through Customs, displaying the appropriate documents verifying that Shan-Ling was attached to the Chinese mission to the UN, and within minutes they were in a seemingly ordinary hybrid car and on the way into New York, with the sun rising behind them. Back in China, it was already evening.

As they passed the UN, Shan-Ling asked, < Isn't that- >

< Yes, it is. And the consulate is less than three kilometers down this street. > The driver turned right, and then left again. < But they are among the busiest three kilometers in this hemisphere. >

Finally, they got to the far side of the island, and to the consulate. Wan Shan-Ling was introduce to the staff, and tried on the costume that had been designed for her. After putting it on, she addressed Mr. Sun. < While I appreciate the offer of a ride to the United Nations, I think I will get there more quickly on my own. >

She stepped outside, and called down a cloud. She sat on it, and flew above the traffic on Forty-Second Street back to the UN. Seeing two people in costume talking to a man in a business suit, just inside an open garage, she landed and the cloud dissipated. "Mr. Anderson, I presume? I am Twilight."

"M... "

At a warning glance from the superhuman, the young official from the Ministry of Europe and Foreign Affairs cut off the honourific, abruptly trailing off in a stammer. He tugged on the lapels of his suit jacket - a bad nervous habit, he knew, and as a further nervous habit, he checked his pin, with the pattern of the French Tricolour.

"Dubois," he said, instead. As embassy staff assigned to the primary diplomatic mission in Washington D.C., he hadn't been expecting to shepherd around one of the few French superheroes with government connections. But, no, the costumed hero had arrived in the United States of America early, and had chosen to check in with the Ambassador instead. And now he was playing escort for a superhuman who was supposed to be notoriously picky about certain matters of etiquette and decorum - for example, eschewing gendered honourifics.

"Decade," the costumed figure corrected, mildly, tapping one gloved finger against their sealed helmet.

The embassy official flinched. "Ah, yes, of course, I'm sorry. I believe we... "

Decade planted a hand on his shoulder, firmly. "It is quite alright. I see them. I believe this will be fine, I can take it from here, yes?"

"Wait, see them, what, where--"

But the costumed superhuman was already in motion, giving a casual wave over their shoulder, though they did not look back.

The exterior of the United Nations complex in New York City was surrounded by a wide, paved, plaza. Despite that fact, it often wasn't crowded, given the discreet security cordons and pedestrian traffic control in place around the square. As such, a costumed-clad individual was distinct enough, being close to the only person strolling across the slate-grey expanse. They paused, momentarily, seemingly peering at the shiny globular brass-and-copper sculpture, before shrugging and moving on.

Decade entered through the doors, after a brief word with the other line of security personnel - and still trailed, a few paces back, by a confused junior French diplomat. Decade wandered down a spiral flight of stairs, then stopped, once again, at a gift shop, which allowed the diplomat to catch up. The embassy official found the French hero standing before a table of stuffed animals, holding a teddy bear in a powder-blue UN t-shirt in one hand, and a little French flag in the other.

"Ah, I---"

"Sadly," Decade murmured, in a voice faintly muffled by the helmet, "I did not bring enough American currency. Would you mind... "

"Of course," came the hurried reply, "I can... "

"Excellent," Decade said, handing both items over. "I will proceed to the meeting, then."

"Ah, what?"

"It is mostly the heroes, you see? I do not sense other country representatives, and so we would not want to be awkward. But do not worry, I will report to the Ministry, yes? If your desk complains, please tell them I asked you to... buy a bear."

Before the poor man could really process it, the hero was gone, moving back towards the stairs with quick strides.

A few moments later, and sans minder, Decade slipped into the room a floor above. A helmeted head turned back and forth as it swept the space, noting entrances, exists, and general layout, before the body it was attached to subsided into a more relaxed stance.

The French representative was a thin, androgynous figure - the dark grey and lightly-armoured full-body costume gave little hint as to ethnicity or the specifics of biology, and their face was hidden by a seemingly featureless helmet. Over the costume, Decade wore a baggy waterproof French Army coat, in the drab four-colour woodland shades of Camouflage Europe Centrale, though it was open and unfastened.

"M. Anderson," said Decade, nodding politely, with both arms clasped behind the back. No handshakes here. "Mme. Twilight, Mme. Medjay, M. Monument."

Early the previous day...

In a less used corner of Indira Gandhi International Airport in New Delhi, Sanjay Rao jogged across the tarmac after disembarking from an old but well-maintained DC-3. He was clad in a deep green and pale silver [url=https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sherwani]sherwani[/url] and walked with an easy, assured gait. Just as he was about to step onto the bus to the terminal, the sound of an approaching heavy vehicle rounded the corner of the nearby pump facility. He looked back to see a fuel carrier barreling towards the bus, seemingly having no intent of swerving to miss.

Sanjay whipped back around and stepped forward to grab the two people in front of him. With a quick, but careful toss, he lofted them on to the flat roof of the bus. He then raised a foot and stomped thunderously, which caused the tarmac between his feet and the bus to churn up. In a dance-like motion, he scraped a foot and then pushed with both hands. The churned earth grabbed the wheels of the bus and carried it out of the path of the charging truck. With only a split-second remaining, he slapped his hands to his sides and spun with a scraping foot. The earth opened up and he slipped beneath it just as the carrier thundered by.

Sanjay stomped the ground and a column of earth shot him back to the surface. He landed on his feet and began running after the carrier. He jumped and punched both hands forward, causing earth to rise up and catch his feet. He accelerated with a skating motion and tore after the vehicle, which was racing towards the more populated taxiways near the main terminals.

He quickly closed with the carrier and came alongside, but each time he tried to board it, the driver swerved away. With an arcing motion of his arm, Sanjay forced a curving patch of earth to rise up in front of the truck, but it just swerved around and continued on its path. He twisted his arm with fingers splayed and shot it forward, tearing up finger-sized chunks of earth and firing them forwards. They peppered the vehicle, succeeding in blowing a tire and punching holes in the tank, but it still continued on. Sanjay couldn't do more because his range of motion was limited while he was trying to keep up with the truck.

As they came around the corner of the main terminal, the driver redlined the carrier towards the planes and their intent became clear. They were going to ram one of the packed international planes, causing an explosion and killing an untold number of people. "Not today!" Sanjay said to himself and he chased it with renewed intent. But the driver was simply too canny.

With only seconds to spare, Sanjay raised both arms suddenly. His "skates" turned into columns of earth that shot him upwards. He flew through a forward flip and came down hard, landing in a crouch to hammer the earth with both fists, all the momentum of his fall put into the motion. The ground ripped open in a long crack that closed with the truck in an instant. A huge column of earth erupted from underneath the carrier and flung it skyward, spinning end over end. Sanjay raised both hands, palms up, and a ramp of earth rose to catch the truck, preventing it from plummeting far enough to rupture or detonate. He lowered his hands and the ramp receded, leaving the truck laying on its side, just as the airport police arrived to take charge of the driver.

Sanjay took a moment to catch his breath, then he was escorted off the tarmac. Though there was an interrogation, it was mercifully short due to his new status as a UN sponsored hero. Before departing India later that day, he did return to the tarmac to fix all the holes and upthrusts he'd created, then assisted in the repaving.

The day of the meeting...

Sanjay stepped out of his limo and strode down the ramp into the UN building garage with little fanfare. Once again, he was clad in a green and silver sherwani, though this one was silk and embroidered with gold trim. He arrived at the informal meeting a few minutes later and stopped a respectful distance from the others to greet them with a [url=https://en.m.wiktionary.org/wiki/namaskar]namaskar.[/url]

Sanjay spoke in a strong but understandable accent. "Namaste. I am called Hand of Dhara. It is a divine pleasure to meet all of you."

As they arrived, Shan-Ling returned their greetings, introducing herself as "Twilight, or Dectective-Inspector Wan when appropriate." To most she offered a handshake, but she returned the namaskar of The Hand of Dhara with the one-handed variation found in Shao-Lin tradition. As they followed Mr. Anderson in she waived to the camera that had been providing imagery to Tinker.

Sanjay had greeted each one of the heroes in turn while they were still in the garage and now sat quietly beside Rajesh Bhatt, the diplomat from India. He'd gotten to know Rajesh during a multitude of meetings and meals over the last six months. The older man was a stoic and learned individual whom Sanjay was glad to have as an adviser.

Sanjay found himself subconsciously leaning forward during Arthur's address and, like Kahuna, would've stood at the end if not for a swift poke in the ribs from Rajesh. Instead, he applauded politely while scanning the room to clock the reactions of the rest of the heroes.

The shape of a blank-faced helmet tilted, subtly, to one side.

The words were pretty, well-groomed, made up, and dressed in a finely-tailored suit of rhetoric. There was only one acceptable response, after all. Publicly denouncing the mission of the grand project would hardly be acceptable, not here, not today, and not at its own coming-out party.

Of course, Decade knew that not everyone in the room - or even the building - was deeply moved by the sentiment. For every high-minded motive expressed in Anderson's speech, there were other thoughts in the room. Ones of pragmatism... for there were optics to consider, in assembling such a group of heroes. There were matters of prestige and status at work. There were neofunctionist dreams of institution-building.

None were overtly sinister, but because of who and what they were, the masked superhuman called Decade couldn't help but reflect on the... more practical concerns that accompanied Anderson's message. Some delegates were all but shouting such thoughts, albeit in the privacy of their own heads.

Decade clapped, all the same, however. The hero in the French Army jacket even stood... about the same time as Kahuna and Monument, giving the appearance of joining them in their spontaneous display of solidarity.

Granted, Decade [i]was[/i] a telepath, and therefore Decade could cheat. Any [i]other[/i] person would have visibly risen to their feet [i]after[/i] the Oceanic and United States representatives, quite clearly following their lead and only standing as a staged gesture, because the others were.

With most of his potential teammates now on their feet, Sanjay chose to join them, much to Rajesh's chagrin. He looked around the room and smiled, feeling hopeful about the Initiative. The only thing that stood in its way now were the politicians.

With the way he stood and his manner of dress Tinker nearly blended in with the help. He wore nothing denoting country except an air of old superiority, polite, but present. However his ability to navigate the crowd was like a fish swimming in a stream, natural and quick.

Easing in and out of conversations, shaking hands and sampling platters Tinker worked the room like a professional desk jockey. He kept the topic about the person he was talking to and their home countries, always leaving a fine impression behind but no actual information while gaining many little factoids about dignitary habits. All potentially useful in the future.

Tinker brushed passed the doorway and stopped a waiter from dumping a full tray drinks onto the South African emissaries wife. Tinker straightened the mans tie and gave him a subtle wink. Hopefully the poor lads boss hadn't seen the near catastrophic failure.

Tinkers usual briefcase looked a bit like an undersized 50 cal box strapped to his good leg. Despite his minor step hitch he never seemed to touch anything with the case. His poor attendant was having an awful time trying to stay near enough to him to make sure he didn't leave but far enough away where she was not being a bother. Tinker was in fact allowing the young lady to stress herself out. He could settle into a conversation and stop patrolling the entire gala but an old man needed his moments of humor.

Twilight had found the gown waiting in her room at the hotel, and other than looking like the dress Willie Scott wore at Club Obi-Wan back in 1935, she had no complaints. The choice of style could have been any of the mostly elder, mostly male, political leaders, but the modifications showed the hand of Sun Wukong (also male, and extremely elder, though that didn't show.) A slit down each side of the skirt would be held together with a simple spell until she needed to move freely. And there were several concealed pockets for the tools of the sorceress' trade. And she was fairly certain that the fabric was the new arachnoweave.

So she was quite confident that her ability to cope with the unforeseen was unimpaired, and as she walked into the ballroom she attracted the attention of many pairs of eyes. Mr Sun (who claimed, perhaps a bit too firmly, to be unrelated to Sun Wukong) stayed behind her and did not allow the view to distract him from his duties.

Sanjay had quietly entered the gala a few minutes after the rest. Flanking him were Rajesh with his wife Farha on one side and Zoya Dhawan, the junior diplomat, on the other. The Indian hero had opted for a traditional tuxedo with a dark crimson jacket. His walk was calm and self-assured as his gaze traveled across the room. As a drink server approached and asked what they'd like, Sanjay held a hand up and requested water with lime instead.

Once he had a drink in hand, he nodded to the diplomats and then began circulating. Though he was not seasoned in the attendance of events like some of his fellow heroes, he was polite, insightful, and witty.

About halfway around the room, he spotted Safiya and immediately picked up on her body language and facial cues. She was catastrophically bored. Smiling to himself, he set his drink down on the nearest table and headed her way.

Once he drew even with her, he held a hand out and tilted his head towards the dance floor in the center of the room. "May I have this dance, Dr. Mahmoud?"

Sanjay smiled. "Merely coming to the assistance of a fellow teammate. Saving her from the clutches of that foulest of villains... boredom."

He held Safiya with the proper amount of separation for acquaintances and led her across the dance floor, his movements graceful and seemingly practiced. This showed that he either had significant experience with dancing or a supreme amount of body awareness and control. Or both

Sanjay smiled as she talked passionately about where she would rather be, then frowned slightly as she chastised herself. "I wouldn't say that. You are merely stating the truth about your likes and dislikes. I know how you feel, though. I prefer physically demanding activities or charitable work to... this. But if we're going to truly become a force of good and inspiration in the world, then we will have to endure the [i]hopefully[/i] occasional mundanity of a gala or reception."

As the song came to an end, Sanjay led Safiya towards the edge of the dance floor, making sure to avoid the South Africans. As he released her hand, they found themselves only a short distance from both Kahuna and Mr. Tinker, though in different directions.

"Well, shall we see about getting to know our teammates better?" he asked, gesturing towards one and then the other.

"Look at me," Kahuna says with a wide grin, "I have room for four more stragglers at least." And he laughs good naturedly.

Then under his breath he says to Safiya, really, you're blank? Hold a sec, and follow my lead.

Then loudly enough to be heard above the nearby crowd, with a bit of mock protest, Kahuna declares, "oh, if I must. I must. How could I turn down such a charmer."

"Ladies and gentlemen, I've been asked to give a demonstration of some ancient island chants. And I think this couldn't be a better occasion. Let me sing a chant about the rising of the sun over the ocean and the blessing of the new day. What could be more fitting for us at this time?"

Then Kahuna walks over to the band, chanting low at first and rising. He commandeers the bongos to add some penetration to the chant he really intends to perform. The crowd can almost feel the sun peering above the horizon. But while Kahuna is chanting the blessing he adds some phrasing and melody of query, investigation and curiosity. Like fishing birds jumping over the surf at daybreak, the chant finds its way meandering out and out to see what prey might be there to pounce upon, thinking falsely that it is safe and unseen under the waves.

Despite the intense level of concentration, he somehow manages to paste a peaceful and pleasant grin on his face. And he is humored to see it mirrored in so many others.

Though he's not the most dexterous of people, Kahuna attempts to dodge the beam, because he just doesn't have time to protect himself any other way. Barring any other interference, he's going to be seriously injured at the very least.

He frantically scans through his repertoire of chants and thinks he might have something that could help. But he has to survive first.

Twilight turned to Mr. Sun. < Evacuate the civilians. > She didn't wait to watch, instead turning toward Kahuna and throwing a spell that would greatly strengthen his skin, making it look like iron.

Sanjay had nodded and followed Safiya when she asked him to wach her back. As she centered herself in the hall, he stood with his back to the wall and scanned its length, his gaze going from looking just over her head to turned away from her.

Just after the second scan, Sanjay heard a soft noise of alarm and his head whipped around to see her staggered as if she'd been gut-punched. Before he could reach her, Safiya straightened and looked at him, her golden gaze seeming to peer right through his body. He was struck for just a moment, long enough for her hand to take his as she rushed back towards the ballroom.

Sanjay followed Safiya and as she began to signal to the other heroes, he doffed his jacket and bowtie. Just as he finished, the intruder arrived with a resounding crash, spoke, and began its attack.

By that point, Sanjay was already moving. He ran between some tables and threw himself into a skid across the dance floor. As he came to a halt, he poured his will through the floor and substructure, into the earth beneath. He whirled in a quick circle, dragging a foot, then fell to his knees and punched the floor. A ring of earth erupted from the ground and shot upwards to enclose the robot, cutting off its beam and hopefully blocking any subsequent shots until it was free.

"What the-?"

*A mental link up, hmm? Intriguing. I'll distract the machine as best I can the rest of you clear the civilians.*

With that Monument flies over to the mechanical menace and begin trading blows with it.

"Guh," said Decade.

It wasn't a particularly coherent complaint. Coherency was a little difficult at the moment, in the midst of a suddenly pounding headache. Decade grimaced beneath the helmet, a tiny bit of vomit worming its way up.

The French hero's carbine was hanging loosely from their body, now, not held by the pistol grip or at all supported - it was only the attached strap that kept it pinned to Decade. The vigilante was on the ground, one knee pressed to the floor of the ballroom, along with the palms of both hands.

[b][i]Medjay, Kahuna, Twilight, Hand of Dhara, this is Decade. Enemy adaptation includes psionic and/or astral active defenses. May include countermeasures to your mystic or paranormal abilities. Advise caution. Decade suffering feedback in response to probe. Recovering. Further intrusion attempt not advised, but will attempt if requested.[/i][/b]

It was easy to sound composed at the speed of thought, even if your physical sensations were screaming bloody murder.

It was also foolish, Decade knew, to stay still. So Decade didn't, getting a secure grip on the loosely-hanging gun, and half-stumbling, half-rolling, to a new bit of impromptu cover. Hiding behind an ornate support pillar, Decade breathed heavily, sucking in gulps of air through the filter elements of the helmet.

Then Decade's helmeted head tilted, gently, to one side, as the uncomfortable sensations suddenly... cleared up. Curious.

The solid surface of the pillar was in the way, but the French hero turned to look in the direction of Kahuna. Since any pain was a reaction to being counterpunched [i]in the astral body[/i], not the physical body, by the robot, the surge in energy meant Decade felt better, all at once. But, knowing that the machine somehow specialised in duplicating and counteracting abilities, who knew how long Kahuna's spell would work?

Couldn't waste the opportunity, then.

[b][i]Atlas Initiative. Decade. Relaying own senses. Sensation you're feeling is approximation of psionic radar, sonar. Tactical map. Current locations of all sapient minds, local area, real time update. Enemy marked. Team marked. Noncombatants - civilians, VIPs, gala staff - marked. Calibrated to be instinctive. If disruptive, distracting, will terminate.[/i][/b]

The new extra sense would, potentially, manifest differently for each member of the team... just an undefinable [i]feeling[/i] of where each and every person in the building was, for example. Or coloured outlines, with silhouettes visible through walls. Something different, but intended to slide seamlessly into how each affected hero already perceived the world or processed data. Accompanied by a clearly signposted mental 'off' switch.

Left unspoken was the fact... Decade felt that marking the location of the [i]ten-foot-tall enemy robot was fairly pointless[/i]. But there was the chance that someone might wish to take a shot from outside the ballroom.

And of course, the main point? Was to let everyone know where the civilians were.

As Decade transmitted, the French hero took note of [i]just[/i] how many noncombatant signals there still were in the vicinity, and scowled. The 'map' trick provided useful information, but sometimes ignorance was bliss.

Nothing for it, though. Work to be done.

[b][i]Monument, Decade acknowledges. Evacuating noncombatants, wilco.[/i][/b]

Decade held an arm up, waving at the bartender and serving staff nearby. Still nearby. "Go, go!"

----Most of this would be unnoticed----

The door Tinker had brushed earlier sprung open with a small pop blowing off its hinges out into the hall. Tinker hadn't changed his gait at all, not even seeming to really acknowledge the robotic menace He walked straight at the nearest wall. Tapping his case in a quick series the young waiter he had helped earlier got a glazed look to his eyes.

In a strange moment of bravado the waiter scooped up the nearest dignitary next to him and dragged another too stunned to move towards the blown door entry. He had a near super human effort about him that he would feel for weeks later. Many took a queue from the "brave" lad and rushed to the now widely available exit.

If the robot has some sort of active scanner it wouldn't pick up a power for the next event.-------------

Tinker evaporated into a wall without looking back at a single teammate.

---This would appear as Tinker simply leaving without bothering to help anyone ---------

Lacking any combat training or know-how, Stephanie refuses to engage in the fight against APEX and resorts to rescuing any civvies. She works on evacuating whoever was left behind or unable to move due to crippling fear of getting injured by the android. Once this is done she gets the message of using combined attacks will confuse APEX and stands by for a window opportunity to try and help the team in some way.

Tinker re-materialized just inside the British consulate.
"Did our people make it out?" Tinker addressed the secretary nodded as she furiously typed at a pad. "Collect all the data you can from the fight the team is in. It replicated powers so it would not have been advantageous for me to stay. Send an apology to the various represented states. They may not accept that my abilities would make that creation near impossible to capture but I don't really care what they think. I will be supping. Please tell me when the group wins."
With that Tinker walked up a spiral set of stairs to a private room on the 2nd floor.

From his lowered position Monument rises attempting to grab the spinning robot's arms to point them up and away from civilians.

Kahuna had been preparing for something like another ray or something hazardous. But he had no preparation for this indescriminate destruction. With a powerful utterance, he calls forth the spirit of Kanaloa, the Polynesian God of the Sea, who manifests a tiki statue carved from coral and glass between Kahuna and the android. It provides enough of a shield to keep Kahuna's big body protected. But it won't last long.

Then his attention is ripped away as he hears Sanjay call his name. He turns his head just in time to see Anderson flung through the brick wall. No human could survive that! But his feet are moving before he even thinks about it. So forceful were the words of the Hand of Dhara.

As he runs to the breach, he is already preparing another powerful utterance. "Kane, God of Light and Life" and with that another tiki manifests at the breach in the wall. This tiki is covered in glowing moss and lichen and its eyes radiate a golden light. All those near it will be healed. Hopefully. The android better not copy this or it will be a long day.

Completely spent, Kahuna staggers closer to examine the only body outside the breach. That of Anderson. Is he still alive? As Kahuna leans over to check, he keeps going and falls face first into the rubble next to Anderson. This battle just took too much out of him. His last thoughts as he drifted to black were that he hoped the blessing of Kane will be enough to keep Anderson alive.

Edit: The four Gods Kahuna can call as Tikis:
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Sea, Light and Life, War, and Fertility & Peace

Twilight changed the pattern the fans wove, and the dark clouds, already tattered by the lasers, faded completely. In their place was a beam of light, not quite a laser but similar in many respects. The beam actually narrowed to a few centimeters across where it hit the android in the neck, with enough energy to do significant damage to ordinary humans, but its main purpose wasn't the damage, but rather to draw fire. Anyone aiming at that spot of light would have improved accuracy, and anyone just trying to hit the android would be more likely to hit it there. If the power plant was in the head, then it was time to follow the advice of the Queen of Hearts. "[I]Off with his head![/I]"

Mr. Tinker was just about to sip the broth to the soup. It smelled delicious. The door had a quick rapping on it. "Oh is it over already? I just sat down."
Mrs. Copperswatch, the secretary from before entered quickly. She had worked a few times with Tinker, if he replied it was as good as permission to enter.
"Sir, the tracker you placed in Anderson last week went off. You said to get you if it went off."

Tinker put his bowl down. In his haste to stand up he nearly kicked over his briefcase. "Call the Hospital, tell them I will be bringing in a highly important person. If I am not there within the next two minutes most likely I failed to arrive."

With that Tinker would appear to slide through the floor the same way he had slid through the wall earlier.
He would reappear dropping out of the ceiling directly next to Anderson and the large Islander.

Looking at the Islander as he drops Tinker doesn't bother with any niceties. "Choose, go with Anderson or stay with them." He points at the fighting supers.

Kahuna drools a bit. He is completely oblivious to Tinker as the Brit stands over him. His lips are forced into a pucker as his cheek is pancaked onto a brick. It will take a few moments more for his stamina to return, so he sleeps.

When Kahuna wakes a few minutes later, he does so in a panic. His first thoughts are to check on Anderson and make sure the Kane tiki is still up. He is also painfully aware that he probably let the whole team down by passing out at such a critical moment. He must keep a closer eye on his own power levels and how much of it he offers to the team.

Damn that android for countering his first power drain chant.

They probably won't even want him on the team any more. He may as well go pack his bags.

Where is everyone?

"Useless"
That would be the last thing Kahuna might hear as Anderson and Tinker slipped through the floor to be teleported to the nearby Hospital.

As they appeared in the medical facility Tinker would read off Andersons vitals and then deftly step out of the way as the specialist medical crew rushed in. Tinker noted that Copperswatch had made sure to contact several medical supers who were now gowned and getting to work. He would have to jot that down in his logs of her. She should be put in for a commendation, it was excellent thinking.

Tinker walked out of the Emergency Room. Andersons fate was up to the medical personnel.

"I have no clue," said Kahuna.
"He was right here a second ago. Sorry, I ... sorry"

He left the Kane tiki in place thrumming its aura of light and life. People gathered around it and felt an itching sensation as their bumps bruises and other injuries repaired themselves. It was a natural byproduct of accelerated healing and a few couldn't help but scratch at what was left of their wounds.

"I can stand. Thank you, Sanjay."

"Did we win?"

Sanjay, being only lightly injured, busied himself patching the holes in Anderson Manor. This particular use of his abilities took finesse and so he was taking it slowly, giving him time to think over the past few days. From arriving in America and doing a bit of sightseeing, to meeting his new allies, to the fight with APEX, and finally to learning of Anderson's location and current status.

It was frustrating to not be able to help him in anyway. The surgeons were still busy trying to save his life and here at the Manor, the Initiative could be more helpful than waiting at the hospital. As he worked, there was a sudden CRACK, followed by a sharp stinging sensation near the crown of his head. He felt a warm sensation and swiped at it. His hand came away bloody and he shook his head, then looked around. In his distracted state, he'd overcompensated and put too much pressure on a section of the wall, causing several bricks to shatter and blow out like shrapnel. He quickly fixed his mistake, then walked back over to the emergency area and sat down, holding his bleeding head.

Sanjay smiled at Safiya and gratefully accepted the washcloth, holding it to his head. "Thank you. You fought well tonight. And well done forseeing the attack. Without your warning, there would have been even more panic and chaos." he complimented, nodding to her.

Twilight lowered her head. "Kuan Yin protect his soul." She looked around the scene. "Has anyone secured the rest of the android? I'm sure someone will be able to find clues in it... "