Nice day for a White Wedding (DM for Invite)

It was a beautiful day outside as the world was preparing to receive another illustrious sunrise. Today was a very important day, one that would be spent in celebration and sin. The perfect day to be sure, and a night to celebrate like none other. For you see, tonight was the wedding of a most prestigious woman, a woman known far and wide throughout the world. The Princess of Wales, Victoria Wndsor. It was a ravishing moment in history being made today, and it was all to be made at Westminster Abbey. There were only so many people throughout the world who were invited to such events, and it was only the most prestigious the would be in attendance to see the union pf the Princess of Wales and the crown prince of Spain.

   The invitations had been sent out across the world, personal friends and royal families invited to see this union come to light. Royal weddings were the things that little girls dreamed of growing up, and attractive matter of state for the United Kingdom. There had been a congregation amongst the world that the elite were in a sense of danger, though many trusted in the royal guard and the state's ability to represent and defend in this matter.

   "This has to be perfect..." A familiar whispered as a hand found it's way to his head, stroking it a bit as he looked over the set up through binoculars, disguised as nothing more than adoring fan in a beanie.

 "Dude, you drug me to England to watch a wedding?" Ashtyn asked as he looked off to the distance where the abbey stood proud. He wasn't sure why it looked like it was proud, but then again it was probably because everything in this country was proud, patriotic and as snobbish as Bliss. In fact there was talk that Bliss was going to be adopted into the royal family because her demeanor fit the bill.
 
  "No, I drug you here to help with security. There's a guest of importance to our contact, Rochelle Takeiro. She's to know absolutely NOTHING of your existence. Our contact made it quite clear that she's to have no idea she's being monitored. Apparently she acts differently if she knows she's being watched. It makes her look on edge and we'll lose any chance of catching the conspirators." He said, though he wasn't making too much sense from what he had told Ashtyn. The young man made a slight sigh as he pushed the binoculars into Ashtyn's chest, the hand still stroking the dog's head. The petting stopped and the person was already darting off.

  "W-wait. Conspirators? Dude what in the Hell did you get us into!!!!" Ashtyn yelled, though the dog merely barked and took off, the black and brown mixture of fur with some silver streaks as the dark German Shepheard took off after the man.

  "John, we clear?" Ash asked into his Bluetooth
 "Affirmative, Carl." The voice of Citizen Zero replied.

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   The German Shepherd would continue to follow in tow as the young man reached to his phone and spoke.

 "Hiro here." He said with a slightly higher pitch and a jovial tone.
 
 "LUCIUS ALBA! LUCIUS-FUCKING-ALBA! Are you crazy!? Did you even look at this guest registry!?" Ashtyn's voice came across loudly, the dog growled a little at the harsh tone that was given off. Matt simply rolled his eyes.

 "Low-key, Princess of Wales is meta. She'd be a key to smoothing tensions between two species because of how people perceive her and how she really is." Matthew stated as he looked over and covered his notes one more time. "Eyes open for Rise operatives. I'm meeting up with my contact now. Hiro out."

Royal weddings were never something Samael expected to be part of, and yet here he was. Despite his unofficial status as a prince, few humans would ever consider him one and that made any real  place within such processions as nigh impossible. Which made receiving the call about having a place within protecting a princess from supernatural threats almost odd. Perhaps it had something to do with him not being a criminal within that country or someone with some sense on their heads was thinking for once. Regardless he was expected to dress up a little, even if that wasn’t what he really wanted. Glaring down at his tie, Samael gave it a few more tugs to make sure the knot had been done right. It was not often he wore a suit, let alone a tie that was not clip on.

His three piece Armani suit feeling a little odd compared to jeans and shirts, let alone the lack of leather there. Razeth and Emilia had been unkind enough to gang up on him, and force such a formal style upon him. Luckily glasses were something that remained, minor glamour rune making it impossible to see through the side, and perhaps peek upon something no one was meant to see. Glamour runes also had the plus of allowing him to carry weapons without them being seen. A pistils hidden in his coat, a short sword strapped to his leg and a few daggers hidden along his back in ways that could easily be removed should he feel so inclined. ”This needs to go without a hitch. So just do your job and you’ll get paid. That’s it.” One of the princesses guards said with a glare at him, an older man that likely never knew a smile within his life.

”Of course.” Samael said with a clipped tone, giving a few nods as if to make sure they knew he understood. ”if you don’t mind my asking, what exactly am I supposed to be looking for. Might help if I knew.”

”Just look for anything that falls under the supernatural umbrella. Don’t screw this up.” A harsh tone within his voice, but one that fit with this personality. All he did was nod, looking over a copy of the gust list to see if any of the names rang true or if  any of them reminded him of something. There was no doubt there was scrutiny for people in his line of work, though he had a feeling that he was dealing with someone that was mired within that community. True sight did help in seeing through glamours, Letting his mind tick over the checklist he typically made for himself, Samael would make sure he kept himself by his ward at all time.

That ward just happening to be a princess.

I'm not one to accept invitations these days. When you're me, there's always someone plotting to take your head off in some unpleasant fashion. It's not that I'm scared of such attempts, on the contrary, i find them quite entertaining, but you see, I'm a busy man. I can't humor every upstart that wants to try their hand taking down the world's biggest scapegoat. At least, not anymore.

Lucius' eyes scanned the crowd through tinted limo windows. He held a codex in his hand, his newest one. He wasn't speaking however, that wasn't necessary. The metal sphere simply recorded his thoughts, ideas, and anything else of note he decided to toss in. A hyper advanced tape recorder, if you will.

So, why accept this one? The only thing that separates this invitation from the next is that the person who sent it has a shiny hat, you may argue. Although i would agree in most cases, there is more to this then meets the eye. This monarch happens to be a metahuman. Why does that matter? Because I am in desperate need of legitimacy. Despite all that Rise has done and all the progress Belarus has made, we are still just the terrorist group that swindled a country from it's dictators.

The limo eventually stopped, the crowd clamoring around it to see who was about to arrive. It could have been anyone, but when the four Peacekeeper's stepped out, followed soon by Captain Victus, there was no doubt who it was. Most people backed off at the site of the armored juggernauts, others snapped more pictures, and the truly crazy ones pressed forward. Of course, the Peacekeepers were only there to ensure Alba had a path to walk through....

There is only so long i can use fear, physical power, and technology to push the cause. Soon enough, those outside the minority of metahumans that already support Rise will have to be swayed. The crown is an excellent starting point. Not only would securing an alliance with them show meta unity, but it would also show the international community there is no shame in recognising us.

There was a time when we could stay in the shadows, biding our time. But now, as dawn approaches, we must Rise, and step into the light......

Victus opened Lucius' door, and the dictator stepped out, dressed as impeccable as ever. The sun kissed his pale skin, and he could only squint as his eyes adjusted from the darkness of the limo. The Peacekeeper's gave those that were getting too close the occasional push, but other then that, they remained disciplined as Lucius Alba made his way into the center of this event. The Rise Head tapped his earpiece as he walked, his shoes tapping against the cobblestone.

"Make sure everyone has an open line of communication at all times, Sven. I don't care how much Game of Thrones you need to catch up on. And Daniel........ Be certain the threat is more then a fat guy shouting obscenities before you take me to Egypt this time, ok?" Lucius said, walking as a group with his guards. The man hadn't made such a public appearance since after Canada. He just hoped it was worth it.

Matthew had quickly made his way to his contact, sure to be as enigmatic as possible. He had a few moments to call upon a few other "friends" of his to make sure they were all behaving themselves. By that he, of course, means that he called Lukas to make sure that he managed to stay away from alcohol long enough to make sure everything was clear. He could imagine Luke laughing a little and following it up with a Fuck you Matt! but it wasn't anything to be offended by. Matthew opened the door and looked to Malus with a smirk, nodding as he cleared his throat and straightened himself up.

"Alright, glad you made it. C'mon. We got a royal wedding to attend." Matt said without delay. He didn't even really give Malus a chance to be shocked at the fact that Matt was the 'contact' that was pulling strings in this event. "Oh please don't look so surprised." He said, slightly sarcastic as he ushered Malus to hurry up. He knew Malus probably had a thousand questions, but for now all he needed to know was that he needed to hurry the Hell up. Immediately there was the German Shepherd that began to whine a little as it saw Malus, quickly turning tail and walking away. Matthew looked from the dog to Malus and he squinted, as if silently questioning Malus what that was all about.

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Lucius was greeted by some stares, some smiles and some looks of distain. It was to be expected of such a controversial figure. Many were left to wonder why such a man would be invited to such an event, let alone as such a prestigious guest. Lucius was greeted by a large man with black skin and a goatee, his dress was that of a traditional tuxedo. He bowed slightly to Lucius and then began to look around slightly.

"Prime Minister Alba. The Princess thanks you for your attendance. I was instructed to escort you and your security detail to meet with her before the ceremony. She says that it is a matter of some urgency." He said as he turned and excused himself to lead them away. His eyes shifted and he made note of some other discernable areas and places. He was expecting something, or he was simply an overly cautious individual.

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Rochelle could mingle within the crowd all she pleased, and she would hopefully be none the wiser to those whom had recently arrived. Primarily Lucius, as we all know the history there. It wasn't long before Chelle would find herself mingling with guest left and right, all of them taking to her with a relative wholesome reception. But sooner than later her wandering would bring her face to face with a man in his early thirties. The man was foreign with a slight tan to the natural pigment of his skin, his hair was a very dark brown and his eyes had a strange captivating glimmer. His beard was one that Chelle had seen worn before, by Matthew, it appeared to be the classical devil's moustache and soul patch. It spelled trouble no matter who wore it.

"Madam Takeiro. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance." He said as he held out his hand, a fashion very similar to how Matthew would if he were to kiss her hand. The more she looked, the more similarities she'd notice, although the smell was all wrong. The man's heart didn't beat as fast, he was much more calm and at ease.

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Ashtyn made his way back to Lukas and Patrick, looking them over as they were in costume, chuckling to himself as he folded his arms and leaned against the wall. He stayed there for a moment as they finished their trivial argument over the best character in video game history. Ashtyn found it quaint that this was actually Matthew friend-base when not consisting of homicidal vigilantes. Ashtyn coughed as to announce his presence.

"Alright, almost ShowTime. Drifter, nice armor. It's bad-ass." He said as he pointed out that Drifter's attire had changed a bit. So far Withdrawl and Drifter were instructed to remain suited up and ready to act at any given moment. Drifter and Withdrawl were actually the only ones who knew the true reason as to why they were there; well...one of those reasons.

"Withdrawl, Bad armor, nice ass." He said as he walked over to the window. He wasn't exactly flirting at the moment, but he thrived on playful banter. It was probably a bit of a pass time for them to watch Ash back Matthew into the proverbial corner when it comes to banter.

Like a shadow Samael chose to stay close to his ward and make sure she was protected from any supernatural threat that could come along. This came along trailing behind, hands buried into his pocket and with eyes darting around behind those sunglasses so many had come to call tacky. That being until something hit him, a sweet scent that caused his head to snap towards the direction of it. ”I’ll be back. Have to look into something.” He said low enough to whatever bodyguard was in charge of listening to his concerns, stepping off towards that scent with nostrils taking it in with deep huffs. This came down to finding a German Shepard, an odd thing to see at a royal wedding.

Personally Sammy liked dogs, fluffy little happy things that tended to deal with his scent rather well, and some even liking him. He approached the canine and knelt beside it. ”What are you doing here boy? With anyone tonight? You...are a dog aren’t you?” He looked around, scratching the animal behind the ear like he knew most dogs enjoyed. ”Because i’m used to dogs not smelling like you do. I mean, I know that’s weird but i’m weird so that’s a thing.”

As for Withdrawl, he was having a vociferous argument apparently about what was the best video game character. Until Ashtyn said something, complimenting armor and his ass apparently. Not that he was against it whatsoever. ”Well, the bad armor can always come off. Winking wouldn’t be seen behind the mask, but he did so anyway. ”So do we have a plan for...whatever this is?” He asked, lightly tapping on the mask, a low hum working from his throat. This was not what he expected when being told they would be attending a wedding, and yet things were never what he wanted.

They were waiting for the given moment but for now Withdrawl was content with the banter.

Lucius' icy stare past over the crowd as he walked. Oh, the masses, such a predictable bunch. It was amazing what simple statistics and a basic understanding of human nature allowed you to predict about a large group of people. The fact of the matter was, only true outliners were of any consequence. The type of person in the crowd, whether cheering for him or hating the very space he occupied, were  individuals that were easily manipulated. Bring a few scary armed men, they forget about their majority. Make a compelling argument, statistically, you'll win over at least a chunk.

These types of people weren't worth his time. The collective was weak, and forfeited it's own advantage in numbers. Lucius was not an elitist, it just so happens that a large number of the truly special people in the world managed to claw their way to social power. That, or they were simply born with it. The question was, was the woman that invited him here today part of the collective, or was she more then that?

"If her majesty wishes it, then we should wait no longer." Lucius said simply, allowing himself and his detail to be escorted. He did not for a minute let his guard down, however. This was as much a mission as it was a wedding. Violence, by default, was to be expected when The Devil on Earth was about.

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Trivial argument as it was, Drifter took it seriously. You see, Luke had sharpened his debating skills over a long internet career. He could stand there for hours and continue his rants if he put his mind to it, but of course, something more important was at hand.

Ash commented on his new gear, which was refreshing. Nobody had so far, so it was nice to know someone actually noticed. Granted, he hadn't been on many missions save for what he did alone lately, so maybe him being a loner was to blaime for the lack of compliments.

"Why thank you, my good sir." Drifter said in his best British accent. He had been doing that all day, apparently because they were in Britain. He expected some were getting annoyed at this point, mostly Pat, but that was part of the fun.

Ash then commented on Pat's ass, which was a tad unexpected. But then again, Luke had taken Ash as one that liked to be chased, so perhaps this reinforced that idea rather then bringing it into question. He was teasing Pat like a seventeen year old girl. Not that Drifter would interfere in such a potentially prosperous relationship that totally wouldn't end badly.

"Plans are overrated. A goal and a vague outline as to how to achieve it is far more adaptable, and much less catastrophic if it fails." Luke said, laying down his trademark subversion and doubt of traditional thought processes. He just said it to fuck with people mostly. The truth was somewhere in the middle. You needed a plan, but you also couldn't make it so precise that one mechanism failure brought it down. Simplicity and excellent execution are better then complicated planning that leads to you falling on your ass instead of sticking the landing.

"That said, Matt has the plan. This is his shindig afterall. Just a follower on this one." Luke said, putting an extended clip in a large assault rifle. He'd been wanting to use this for awhile, but making all that explosive ammo was expensive. That said, he figured a wedding was the best place to use the pray and spray weapon if shit went badly. He of course still had his standard, and more silent, gear, but the big gun was his Plan B.

"Oh great messenger of the Matthew, won't you tell us where we are to perch in our diligent watch of this Royal wedding?" Luke said, once again in a British accent. He was of course asking Aah the same question Patrick had, but in a much more humorous and eloquent manner.

Malus really wasn't going to be easy was he? He had the nerve to ask a lot of questions, particularly about who killed him. Didn't he actually remember, or was he just trying to be funny? Matthew remembered the events quite clearly, though he began to wonder if that was reality anymore of if it was his self-diagnosed schizophrenia acting up and weaving a cool story for him. That seemed to be how a lot of his memories were going anymore. The more and more his fiancé went without a cure, the more and more Matthew was actually relying on his mental instability to grant him insight to work outside the box. That was very dangerous, especially with him. After a mental sigh he looked to Malus and nodded.

"You were killed by me. Fear and his blood moon were going to take you Tsukiyomi. What would have happened there is that you would have been ripped apart for your essence as a Phoenix, and used to open a portal to a feudal dimension. Probably. Since you're a phoenix, I opted to kill you and let you live again rather than, oh, I don't know...eternal suffering." Matthew said as he shrugged it off, this being a natural conversation for him at the moment. Then again he was sort of dating the devil. Engaged to the devil actually and you know for a human, Humanity's life isn't very human.

"I don't know what you mean by smell...and I brought the dog because he's a very adept protector, I got into the royal wedding because I just so happen to know someone in the wedding on a personal and spiritual level. No I don't think you do the hard stuff, no I don't think your stupid. But seriously. You're my plus one and we need to go. If we are late because the gay phoenix-man was too busy with anything other than picking out his shirt, I'm going to be pissed." After he made that statement he sort of shocked himself, blinking as he shook his head a little. Never thought I'd refer to anyone as Gay Phoenix-Man other than Yancey. He cleared his throat and shrugged his shoulders.

"But no...seriously. Pat might be in trouble and my girlfriend might be in trouble. The Princess definitely IS in trouble. I dunno where you two sit, but you're one of the only decent people I actually know, so if we could get a move on, I'd appreciate it." He said as he leaned against a wall, hand down as the large dog whined. Matthew extended a hand and began to scratch the canine behind the ear, earning a small nuzzle of affection.

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"My name is... complicated." He said with a soft smile, though he immediately transitioned into his next statement. "Thought a mutual friend of ours might have referred to me as a moniker of mine. Fear." He said this, wondering if Matthew had spoken at all to the woman since the events of the club, though he wouldn't be surprised at all to see that he had told her everything from before that happened. Before Humanity even. He was expecting a slight level of aggression, though he would also expect civility. He did, after all, approach a conversation in the middle of the public eye for a reason.

"Please, hear me out. I'm not here for what you believe..." He offered slightly, waiting for whatever the woman might try to do. He offered a look of empathy and concern, but how much of it would she trust? How much of it could she trust? "I come to this beautiful wedding not to shed blood. I wish this to be a very peaceful, very white wedding. I've come bearing gifts for more than just the bride from Wales."

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Lucius would be lead to the princess without any issue. They walked a long corridor before they were let into a very fine room, decorated as one would expect. Golden and brass fixtures holding lights, a crystal-looking chandelier overhead as the bride looked into the mirror, smiling at the sight of Lucius and his small detail. The Princess would turn around and walk forward, unsure of how to proceed, though she offered a small curtsy.

"Prime Minister Alba! It's so good to see you! I feared that you wouldn't come." She said, genuinely shocked and impressed that Lucius had found time to arrive. Granted that it was a prestigious event, she still had doubts that he would willingly place himself in harms way, or social ridicule.
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"I dunno who you're talking about." Ash said over the radio, actually irritated by the fact that they were willing to just throw names out there so casually. They apparently didn't read the registrar, or get an update of the codenames. "I think you mean Mathias, he isn't even on this mission. Hey, John, did you see Red is here?"

"I did. I think Hiro wants to get us killed..." Citizen Zero said over the link before he let out a musing little hum.

"Drifter, Withdrawl from Khaos on the west watch-tower." Ash said through his device, signaling for the three of them to get together on the "west watch tower" the cleared off space on the eastern overlook. Khaos arrived at the clearing just in time to see a man walk past with several others surrounding him. "Oh fuck! Guys...keep comms dead." Ash said as he pressed his back against the wall, hoping his anti-thermal suit would keep him from detection for a moment. He couldn't remember what Matt had on Dossier regarding Lucius or his peacekeepers. Something of Lucius' scale was a Solo mission for Matt, it wasn't anything Ash had ever thought to be up against.

After Lucius had passed, he waited for Drifter and Withdrawl, staying crouched down until they arrived.

"Okay. Lucius Alba is here. Our plan is pretty straight forward. We need to identify the Rise operatives. Humanity needs to "discuss" something with Lucius, meanwhile He said that he leaves charge to...Drifter... really... he leaves charge to someone who has zero leadership experience." Khaos said with a smile ear to ear. "Thank God dude...I thought I was gonna fuck this up. So how do ya wanna approach this team-leader?" He passed Matthew's notes to Luke, smiling. The contents of the journal was a map of the entire area, various escape routes and different ways to disable security. Right behind the page where he put Drifter in charge, he left a note that said "For Drifter"

'Trust no one' ~ Promethean It said written in a thick vicious red substance. Unfortunately, Matt's handwriting was beneath it.

Be Careful!

Pat glared past his mask as Luke proceeded to drone off Matt’s name as if it were the most simple thing to do. Even though he knew that his annoyance would show, something told him he would have to give Luke a few words about why they word ridiculous masks and used codenames. This had nothing to do with them being children that thought the whole thing was cool. Khaos gave the signal and the few of them moved, a frantic message from Khaos causing him to take even more caution as they reached the meeting point.

That was when the name Lucius Alba came up. Big guy in the media with people on Reddit and various other social media outlets revealing varied opinions on the man. From some seeing him as the second coming of Christ to the literal anti-christ. There were also the occasional meme of him, a few that came to mind and some that he tried not to snicker at in this dire situation. This was serious business and that required serious Pat to appear. ”He’s letting Drifter lead? Next thing you’ll tell me is i’m expected to seduce the royal princess for some elaborate honey pot.” As his tone suggested, he did not agree with the idea.

Even still beyond ords nothing was done to contest the appointment. Letting his back rest against a wall, he dug through a few items of his design and made sure they were altogether while Luke worked out the plan however he intended to do so.

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Samael realized maybe he didn’t see any kind of dog, and it was his mind playing tricks on him.Instead he stopped half-way through his investigation and sighed. Seeing, smelling or even hearing things did not bode well for his mental health if even half of what Adam ever said was true. Feeling over the glamoured weapons, he returned to his protection detail of the princess with the same level of detail and that was when he noticed something. She was talking with someone. He bore a charismatic air to him, almost demanding attention and a face that most news media blasted whenever they got the chance.

Lucius Alba.

What he was doing here and why was unknown, beyond the fact that Samael felt a need to be wary of the dictator talking to the princess. Did he have an intention to kill her or just talk? Maybe something else entirely that no one could have predicted. Either way he returned, almost like a shadow to keep an eye on the woman while she talked with the man.

Because Lucius was, well, Lucius, the vigilante's radios had to be terminated. With what that guy was likely packing, leaving them on would be like painting themselves red while shooting fireworks in the air. It was possible they could be singled out from the rest of the crowd with another form of scanning, but for the time being, Lucius just seemed to continue moving along with his security detail.

Once Luke felt comfortable, he moved to the West Watch tower as quickly as he could, utilizing stealth and freerunning techniques. He found both Pat and Khaos already there.

Khaos vaguely explained what they would be doing, and Luke chuckled when he heard he was put in charge. Khaos made it sound like a bad choice, but Drifter could think of plenty of logical reasons why Matt would make it. It wasn't really a matter of leadership skills, in Luke's opinion, but more a matter of temperament and style. That or Matt was just doing it for the Hell of it. You could never really tell if there was an elaborate motivation or utter nonsense behind what that guy did. But either way, it looked like Drifter was leading this party.

"Matt knows I'll either not listen to the orders of anyone else or that I'll actively do the opposite. The best solution? Put me in charge. You can't rebel from your own leadership," Luke said, explaining why the decision might not have been so absurd. Sure it could have just been Matt trying to prove a point about how incompetent Drifter was compared to the others, but Luke still had faith that his friend wasn't THAT much of a prick.

"And hey, maybe you're right, Khaos. Maybe I don't have experience screaming at people until they do things they wouldn't do otherwise, but I do know a thing or two about tactics. It's how I've survived this long solo," Drifter said offhandedly. He didn't know Ash very well, so he didn't really know if what he was saying was just banter or genuine criticism. Until he found out, he wasn't going to let it slide without defending himself.

Drifter opened Matt's little notebook. It was a nice, detailed map of the area. It could be useful if his tech went out, but Drifter had a wrist computer. It wasn't Lucius Alba level shit, but it could run Google maps.

The ominous note was pretty interesting though. Why Matt felt the need to write it down instead of just telling him beforehand was unknown, but Drifter just took it at face value. Might as well add a little bit of mysterious fun to the occasion.

"If anyone so much as vaguely sways in the general direction of pulling a Judas, I'm shooting them....... Not you though, Pat. Probably just kick you in the dick," Luke said as he closed the notebook, putting it in his freerunner's pack. Khaos then asked how Drifter wanted to approach this. It was said with a similar snark to what you might find in something Luke himself would say, or at least, Drifter perceived it that way. Why did he always find himself in the company of fellow smart asses?

"How do I want to approach this? Well, are we just supposed to identify the operatives, or are we supposed to actively stop them from intervening with Lucius and Humanity's talk? I would assume the latter, because it's not like just knowing who they are will help the mission if they aren't also hindered in some way. I didn't show up with all my gear just to make a list of people that look like they might be Lucius Alba's friends," Luke said, looking out into the crowds below. This place could be swimming with metas loyal to Rise. This seemed like more of a political move on Lucius' part, but you could never know for sure with that guy. He could snap his fingers and half the crowd might go into attack mode. It was hard to say. They needed more info if they were going to be able to get a move ahead of one the smartest men on the planet.

"We need to grab an operative. Get them to talk. They could tell us how many Lucius has here, and how many he can quickly get here. Might even get info on how to take out those Peacekeeper suits. Then, we can silently take them out of action, one by one. Leave the 'Rise Head' on his own," Luke said. He loaded one of his gauntlets with electrical darts, and another with lethals.

"Our mark can't be one of the big fucks in the group. They're militarized. If we try to get a straggler from their ranks without knowing how to deal with them, they'll pump us full of lead before we can think. Too well coordinated communication wise. No, we need one of the kids Rise has indoctrinated. They're loyal and powerful, but much more likely to be sloppy," Luke said. He tapped a few times on his wrist computer, trying to pull up as much information as he could on Lucius and his close associates. It seemed he always had a specific group of people in toe, especially one, who from multiple sources seemed to basically be Red's superpowered taxi.

"There. This guy. Chief of Staff Daniel Raines. Lucius barely ever goes anywhere without him, and his abilities have been well documented by the media. Seems to be able to teleport himself and other objects. If we get the drop on him, that gives us all the information we need, and it deprives Lucius of an escape route. We just need to find him," Drifter said in his best 'take charge' voice.

He pointed his wrist computer at the crowd, making sure to remain in cover as much as possible. He was scanning everyone with the computer's camera, then running the faces he captured through a facial recognition program. He was looking for a match with Daniel.

It took awhile, maybe five minutes actually, during which time the others likely had their complaints. It didn't matter though. He had his target now.

At the other end of the crowd, standing on the outskirts of the wedding was their teleporter. He seemed to be doing what they were doing: Watching. He was probably looking for anything suspicious that might warrant getting his master out of there, meaning he was on alert. That didn't mean he couldn't be ambushed though, just that it would be difficult.

"Ok, well, there he is. Who wants to knock out a teleporter? Probably have to beat the shit out of him too. The guy never stops porting till you hit him hard enough."

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"Nonsense. I can make time for an illustrious woman such as yourself," Lucius said, gently grasping the Princess's hand as he bowed down ever so slightly to kiss it. Such a greeting was, after all, only proper for such a person.

After his guards were ordered with a simple gesture to wait outside, he turned his attention to the business of this meeting. He knew why he had come, but he still did not know why he had been asked here.

"Tell me, Princess, why have you asked me here so urgently? I would never turn down an invitation to a wedding as beautiful and important as this, but I can't help but feel you didn't summon me simply to admire it," Lucius said, gesturing to the nearest place where they could sit and talk in private.

"What is the business at hand, my dear?"