9:45 p.m., Harmony City Beach

The upper class suburb was quiet tonight, the affluent neighborhood kept calm by gravitas and money. The mansions that lined the beaches were marks of the wealth that pervaded the area. They looked out to the sea, useless sentinels.

Of equal vigilance was the party of kids on the beach, teens with too much money and too little discipline. The party had been in full swing for two hours already, fortunes and hearts being made and destroyed with adolescent ease. It seemed that nothing could disrupt this obscene dance, yet one teen noticed something disturbing the water.

"Look at that," Tyler said, pointing it out to his friends. Frowning, the young man waded out a little further, even as his girlfriend, Chardonnay, said, "T, I don't think you should do that. What if it's a shark?"

"It's not a shark," he said. "If it were, we could see the fin by now. It wouldn't stir up the water like that without showing a fin."

"Then what is it?" Chardonnay asked.

"I don't know, but I'm going to find out," Tyler said, moving into water past his waist. "Whoa! Something touched my leg!"

"T, come back!" Chardonnay wailed helplessly. She bounced and flung her arms about, making a little scene.

"No, it's ok, it's gone... wait... it's burning... oh, god!" Tyler turned and staggered back toward her, his face a rictus of pain. Shrieking, Chardonnay fled the water, leaving him to flounder in the waves.



Abigail sat primly at the desk. Her paperwork was done for now. Until more arrived or the phone rang, she had nothing to do. So she waited.

When the emergency phone rang, she answered efficiently, "Harmony City Defense, please state your emergency." She listened to the screaming voice on the other line, then hit the button to summon the on-duty team, the Blue Team. She noted the details from the caller and advised, "Vacate the area for a safer location. You will have a response soon." She hung up and went to meet the gathering team.

Omega appeared in the lobby and waited. After a moment he appeared to gain an irritated expression. He moved directly to the desk. "If you will allow it Ms. Abigail I will interface with your computer and download the call log." He extended his hand his finger extended into a silvery metallic tendril.

Kallen showed up next, dressed casually as always, and smiled. "Okay, what is the emergency?" She noted Omega doing his merging with technology thing and sighed. He did it in public too and it freaked out some of the regular people when they saw it.

Primax came hopping into the room, getting his suit on past his thights. His muscles glistened int he artificial light and his hair was still wet from the pool.

"What's up? What's the emergancy and how late are we?" he grinned. Emergancies always happened 'as' the heroes arrived in the comic books, but in real life, they arrived usually once the crisis was already in full swing.

With a might flex of pecs, he got his sleeves on and swung the cape around to the rear. He was ready.

"Do as you require for optimal functioning," Abigail said, still smiling cheerily. She turned to the others. "A young teen girl at a party in Harmony City Beach has called; something is attacking the youths indulging at the gala. It is in the water. I advised evacuation before terminating the call. The youths don't know what is attacking them, only that one young man is currently injured and possibly drowning."

Omega touched the desktop computer, though in truth contact was not required as the connection was established via radio. Still he found that even as alien as it was to see him plug into a USB port people were less surprised than when he simply accessed data wirelessly. It took no special effort to search through the computer and locate the call logs. He committed them to his memory and disengaged.

"Okay. What's the hold up? Let's get ready to go there."

Somethoughts do occur to his knowledge-absent head ... beach house ... night ... on the beach.

"How do we get there? Will this GPS-thingie guide us?"

Still, being heroic, he rises slowly off the ground and heads toward the door outside (hoping its not a fire exit). Someone was in trouble.

Omega tilts his head and looks at Primax, "What is a GPS thingie?" At a look from Brightstar he nodded, "What is your maximum velocity? I have a maximum velocity of two hundred and fifty miles per hour. If you both can keep up you need simply follow me, I have already mapped out the optimal route."

"I fly faster then that, but I'm not sure how much faster. Good thing is I can carry you both until we arrive on scene," he grins.

Primax looks to Omega as if he's ready to make true on his offer. Besides, hugging Brightstar sure did have it's upside.

Brightstar nods. "Then let us go."

She joins Primax in the air and nods to Omega. "Lead the way." She follows behind him closely.