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The Z-Team Started by: Zaheer on May 15, '19 05:58

The shots fired were heard round the world. People held up behind their fortifications wondering what had happened. What seemed like a East Coast event was causing ripples everywhere. Zaheer stood outside his HQ and watched as members of the crime world and police scrambled to keep track of what was going on. One person was sure to be of sound mind during the events going on. She kept a lab a few stories beneath ground in Zaheer's HQ testing scientific mumbo jumbo that imbued regular people with abilities that were quite the asset in the life of crime that the Red Lotus would find particularly useful. 

Zaheer was sure that the concerning times was definitely the right time to take action and meet with his right hand woman to discuss the events unfolding across the country. He stepped inside the elevator and pressed the bottom button. The music that played overhead was quite the opposite of the mood out on the streets but he tapped his foot just the same as he waited for the elevators descent. 

The door opened with the sound of a ding as Zaheer placed his foot on the concrete floor and began walking through the almost bunker-like passageways to Katherine_Pryde's workshop. Flinging the door open he interrupted some important note taking. He waited patiently as she ticked her finger back and forth. "Things are bad above ground. I need you Katherine, there are people without homes and it is our job to give them a place to call home, the power that the lower class holds is unknown to them, but if we can get enough of them to band together, they can topple an empire. The time is now, you've proven your leadership, will you answer the call? Will you step up and run your own outfit in Pasadena and support the working class? Will you be the hero this city needs right now? Can I count on you? And if I can, what would you name your organization?" Zaheer watches as he realized the bomb he has dropped on his dear Katherine_Pryde. She thinks for a moment as he awaits her reply. 

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Failure failure failure!  Honestly. All she seemed to do is fail!  Why was she messing with all this anyway?  Sure...  She wanted to give people more of a fighting chance...  Or maybe she just wanted more people who were like her.  Either way, she had found a knack, or at least an interest, in chemistry and magic as she put it.  But what exactly she was trying to do was still fairly unknown.  Even to her.  But many waking moments had been spent down here and really for not much.  Sure it's where she did all her work for the crew too, but still.  

 

In any case, she had just come to another brick wall in her study.  "Great job Kitty Kat...  Yet another screw up."  She hissed softly to herself as she sat down heavily to rethink this.  But before she could get far in her process, she heard footsteps.  Up she surged as if the chair itself had shocked her.  Tilting her head in interest at who it was at the door, she smiled slightly.  But when Zaheer looked back, he looked very serious.  Ok so he usually looked a bit serious, but still.  She found that she adored him anyway.   But this was a different serious.  Looking into his eyes, her own eyes hardened a tad.  And before he could say much, she would shoot off.  "You were right weren't you...  Sometimes I hate when you're right." She gave a tense smile, her heart rate speeding up a tad as she thought she might have an inkling as to what was coming.

 

In reality, she had no clue.

 

His words hit her like a ton of bricks.  Her place was at his side. She thought it always would be. Her job was to love and protect their crew, their city...  But now.  Her job was about to change.  Swallowing hard she tried to process what he said to her as quickly as she could. He was waiting on an answer and she didn't like to keep him waiting.  Oh what would her mother say...  What will her father say?  She smiled only slightly at that thought before squaring her shoulders to stand as tall as she could at her tiny height.  Looking her Godfather right in the eye, she nodded firmly.

 

"When you took me in all that time ago...  I told you I would stand by you to my dying breath.  If this is our next step.  I'm on it.  The Z-Team will stand with you and even though I'm no superhero...  I will lead it."

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