We take a gander of what appears to be a makeshift lab. Well it was a combination of a man cave and labatory. Inside was Dante who was currently at work in making a new communicator, wanting to have no disturbances. Perks of being the second-in-command is that pretty much treated as the second leader. After he was done putting the finishing touches on his talker, he began sharpening his weapons when the hero known as Archangel heard a ping coming from the elevator. Coming out of was none other than Nikki, who was worried about her man. Sure, she tried yelling some sense into him after he went off on his own to hawk down the last jewel thief instead of following Blitz's original plan.

Nicolette: Dante, you down here?

Dante: Yeah, just working... come on through Nikki. Just please watch your step.

Nikki waded her way through the many gadgets and weapons littered across the floor, as she tried not to slip and you know get accidentally stabbed or poked with something. She finally stopped just short of his desk as she caught Dante putting work not just said device but newer devices, flinging one her way.

Dante: Catch.

Nicolette: Thanks... anyway are you alright? You kinda stormed off and I wanted to make sure you didn't trash your lab.

Dante: Depends on how you're asking; Mentally, I'm alright. Physically, I'm more than fine and spiritually, I'm okay.

Nicolette: Just okay?

Dante: I said what I said. What, don't trust me enough? Have some faith Nic, I'm not as tempermental to just up and trash all of my room.

Nicolette: Yeah, okay. What are all these?

He looked at what she had been looking, various suits that he had been working on for not just himself to help control his powers but he also had a few more suits on standby for Nahmir, Cam'Ron, Randi and herself. He quickly rushed over to where Nicolette was, staring at her suit, then staring back at her.

Dante: Aht, aht. It's not finished yet.

Nicolette, though not overly impatient arched her eyebrow. It had been at least three months since he had started working on this... 'Pet Project'. Backed by a mysterious yet very wealthy source, they had the given the newly named Elite plenty to work with, but the hero squad of LA decided to work from the ground up, using an abandoned warehouse while using said revenue they were getting for various upgrades within the inside.

Nicolette: Can you at least tell me you put in the upgrades I asked for Dante?

Dante: I've been working on them, more or less. I've listened to your guys' feedback and some have worked while some of them... haven't cooperated.

He pointed to her, his and Nahmir's suits, primarily his which was currently twitching. There was nothing overly wrong with Nicolette's suit, if you discounted the fact her suit was disappearing every fifteen seconds then re-appearing out of thin air in a different place say... on the ceiling or a coat-rack, just the most random places. Now Dante's... boy his supersuit was a complete comedy but he wouldn't divulge the details.

Up top, the leader Cam'Ron was in his room, absolutely pounding the shit out of his training dummy, slicing up moving targets left and right with his swords Kakuri, Rona. He wasn't used to his authority being challenged, let alone twice and then losing the argument straight up.

Cam'Ron: Fucking... DANTE! Where the hell does that little shit get off challenging my.. authority?! He's too damn lucky Nicolette talked some sense into that spoiled brat or else...

?: Or else what, oh valiant leader?

The man known as Blitz turned around to see both Nahmir and Randi in his door, the Golden Angel being the one who spoke those words. He looked at his fellow heroes, before returning back to wreak havoc on his training items.

Cam'Ron: You two know I don't like my training being interrupted.

Nahmir: Are you REALLY training boss? Or are you just big mad and holding onto a stupid ass grudge for no fucking reason?

Randi: Nahmir's right, though I would've worded it just a bit differently. Maybe you're taking it a tad too far, you judging Dante for something that worked in the end. Why choose to be a massive asshole for a rather successful mission?

Cam'Ron: Tell me, was burning that run down auto shop part of the plan? Was putting multiple innocent lives at risk just to arrest one person part of the plan? Was him deviating from the strategy I laid out Part of the Plan?

Nahmir: Jesus Christ, let it go man. We're alive, the criminals have been arrested and the people who had to be evacuated had somewhere to go while their place gets repaired. It's a win-win-fucking-win. Why can't you   and the kid just fight?

Cam'Ron: One he's a fucking hack that can't control his powers and two, I'm busy. So unless there's another crime alert, you two are dismissed.

Randi: Come on Nahmir, let him brood. I honestly need to clean my wings, do whatever you like.

She left, effectively giving up any chance in talking to one half of the most intense argument the heroes had ever witnessed. Nahmir looked at the grumpy Blitz, shaking his head as he pulled out a blunt, striking a match as lit up, puffing out smoke as he began listening to music through his headphones. Nicolette emerged from the lower level elevator as she bumped into Randi.

Nicolette: How's Cam?

Randi: Despondent. Stubborn. Stuck in his views. What about your man?

Nicolette: Laser-focused, doesn't want to hold a conversation, in his own little world. I just let him to it. They need to figure this little squabble out and hash it out. No way our leader and second-in-command should be fighting over something so... so...

Randi: Trivial?

Nicolette: Yeah, that's the word I'm looking for. Also childish on both their ends. I'm gonna go decompress and water my plants. Lemme know if something comes up.

Randi: Sure go get some rest.

She closed her door as Randi also departed for her room as the events to conclude the night were... less than desirable.

(2 hours later, Beverly Hills, California.)

It was nighttime right now in Los Angeles, the Beverly Hills portion to be exact as people were starting to wind down on this beautiful Wednesday night. However, the tranquility of said nighttime was shattered when a horror movie like scream pierced that Hollywood air. Some lowly punk had robbed a young couple of their valuables. He had managed to run and avoid the authorities, bumping into people left and right, including shoving a seemingly chill teenager down. As soon as the thug split into an alleyway and reviewed the possessions he had 'procured'.  As soon as he tied the bag up and began planning the next steps of his escape, he heard an omnious voice out of the blue.

Voice: You know, LA is a generally beautiful and nice place, but people like you piss me off.

Thug: Who the fuck said that?!

He pulled out a handgun, shooting into the darkness and waiting.

Thug: Listen here, I'm just here minding my own damn business. Show yourself, let me go and we'll call it even yeah?

After he got through speaking he undoubtedly heard the sound of a kid crying so naturally like as human instinct kicked in, the ner'do'well chose to investigate and indeed came across a teenage boy crying for whatever reason.

Thug: Hey, kid you okay?

He placed his hand on the boy's shoulder but felt an immediate burning sensation, with his concern soon being replaced by a sense of pain and fear as he witnessed his left arm get set ablaze. He then looked over to at the same kid who now bore a sinister and reprehensible smile void of all emotion.

Oni: All you had to fucking do, was say excuse me and NOT DISRESPECT MY VESSEL. NOW YOU WILL BURN UNTIL THERE IS NOTHING LEFT!

The criminal did everything in desperation to stop the fire from spreading but it was all for naught as it kept spreading over and over, until eventually as the demon possessing the kid had fufilled his promised of burning the unfortunate scum to utter nothingness. Oni, then a gruesome and uncaring display stepped on its victim skull, splintering and shattering into a thousand pieces, along with chunks of flesh and brain matter as he too did a once-over of the deceased's stolen goods. It was at this moment that the vessel in mind, Akira started to wake up from his stupor.

Akira: Ughhh, what the hell? Oni, what're we doing in an alley?

Oni: Just taking out the trash child, you should not worry yourself with such menial things. Let me deal with the scum.

Akira: Doesn't answer my question at all but. Fine let's get the hell out of here, and take this bag and give it back to its rightful owners.

They left the alley, backpack in hand as Akira tried collecting his thoughts of what had happened earlier though he was having terrible luck doing so.

END OF CHAPTER TWO!