*Zeke listened in his headset to Death rattle off to him on what the police were saying over the radio.*

"A local bar named the thirty Third has had some sort of shootout or attack in it made by some madman. There appear to be two others with him inside. The police have surrounded the building and had started to try to initiate a conversation with the people inside." Death told him.

"Gotcha. I'm going to go check it out. Tell Famine and see if he can come around to help. Also get Conquest to take care of the media attention. I can feel some big powers being thrown around there like kids with nukes so I don't feel exactly safe with sleepers swarming it."

"Understood Zeke. We'll take care of it."

*Zeke cranked his motorcycles handles, causing it to speed up. He wove in and out of heavy traffic going nearly eighty. Soon he could hear the sirens of the cops and he could see the barrier they had put up. Zeke just gunned his engine and flew off towards the barrier. He heard the cops start to yell for him to stop and that this was a restricted area. Zeke rode through some of the yellow caution tape and flew past the cops. He let go of the gas and slammed his break. As his motorcycle skidded to a halt he jumped off and ran into the building, diving as a few bullets flew past his head.*

*Zeke had heard Valron's message that was sent out. He knew nothing of the man, but could sense that some bad crap was going down. And boy was he right. When he rolled and stood up he looked at the people (and what was left of people) in the room.*

*The floor was broken open and in the dirt it appeared that a tunnel had collasped. There were some bodies laying around the bar, all of them maimed and broken open horribly. But off to the side was a single table that remained unharmed. Sitting at it was a man with brown hair and in a trenchcoat. Across from him was another who wore baggy clothing that seemed to hide all of his features. And standing over them was a man in a crimson robe with only black leather gloves and shoulder pads showing. The man had a golden staff in his hands. The man in the robes eyes where glowing with purple lighting as was his hands. Zeke took in his breath slightly when he saw this. A necromancer or a sorcerer of some sort.*

"Well I assume one of you three sent the message that I and almost every supernatural in this city could hear? Well which one of you was it? Speak up!"