Collab- Colour crisis averted.

He awoke to clanking, which pissed him off. He knew that it was someone coming down the metal staircase. When someone came down, they would face his left. The clanking was softer than usual, meaning it wasn't the ripped guard. All he could see through the iron handrail were two small, leather boots. They stopped on the stairs when he could see the knees. Whoever it was turned on her heels (he could tell it was a woman, since no man could wear that kind of viatu and be that small) and just stood there.
 "What do wewe want, Sid?" came a soft, feminine voice. Yep, definitely a woman. Light sighed....

 Such a shame. He actually seemed like a decent man once he was locked up. The small girl flicked her middle finger against the syringe, making a significant 'ping!' sound. She sighed. The metal door to the small room opened with a sickening crrreeeeeak!, and she slowly made her way through. He was staring through the glass a the people who were related to his victims. His eyes were wide, bloodshot, and... scared. 
 The girl almost regretted becoming the Executioner. Almost. Not quite. 
 His eyes darted to her, and they screamed betrayal. His head couldn't move, he was in a tourniquet......

AN: NOT A COUPLE STORY. This story is about the rogue man who finally got caught... Then meets one of the female guards. They become fast friends... 

 The black mbwa mwitu was very, very pissed off. He allowed himself to be captured kwa the cops. He then realized how smart they had gotten. He couldn't snap the handcuff like he normally could. 'Well... That's new,' he thought to himself. He tried to struggle his way out of the cuffs, yet nothing happened. He was sitting in a cold metal chair, alone in the interrogation room. He groaned. 
 The door opened slowly, revealing the man in white. He was...

The call had been made and information had been exchanged.

Through a quick e-mail, Cole now had a basic idea as to what this Mercer person could do.

And to be frank, he was horrified. He'd thought those "Hunter" things he'd seen on that News ripoti were bad... But that was nothing in comparison to the series of picha and video Zeke had just sent him.

The first few slides were worrying at the very least, but as he scrolled down over the rest of the little entries, it just got worse, and worse, and worse...

Perhaps the most disturbing thing about his newly acquired Mercer knowledge was the fact...

She was grateful that her brother had been smart enough to get them away from New York. In fact, she had been convinced that he'd just fight until the uchungu, chungu end- Resulting in the death of both of the Mercer siblings and countless others.

They never talked about his power. His full potential was beyond her comprehension- But she found that after her two experiences with his use of them in her presence that she didn't want to know just what he was fully capable of.

Dangling from the mutated hands of the Leader Hunter, Dana Mercer had seem snippets of her brother chasing after her, his eyes ablaze...

Cracks spread out from the chanzo of impact, demolishing the concrete and sending dust thick enough into the air that not a single passer-by could see the face under the kofia of the man who had just caused this destruction.

However, Alex Mercer had bigger things to worry about than the loss of a few civilian lives at this point, and making a grab for the nearest person, slammed the dishevelled business man into the concrete, and felt the now familiar feeling of the consumed person’s body healing his own.

Now uigizaji on instinct alone, Mercer did the first thing that came to mind, considering...

Somewhere in an ancient factory on Anakeim, the mouldy stone machination put the sekunde peice of Boshun together.
Anakeim was a holy planet to the Peaceables, but to Last Castle, it was simply a foundry planet. A capitol of a once-great federation, perhaps, the place where new ideas were created and inventions hammered together, but currently the base of operations for their secret society dedicated to restarting the GNU- on the condition that the Black Kaisers were aliyopewa defense contracts and Lost ngome had research entitlements.
Boy, did they forget how many contracts the Union broke in a...

Somewhere deep in a Tra-La-Las foundry, Peaceables slaved away at the first synthetic peice of Boshun- the moyo of Platinum, known to Last ngome as Resonant Heart- the peice that served as the moyo and mind of the great hero.
In truth, however, it is the only peice nessacary to activate the Wailing Warhead.
But since the Peaceable teams had been largely ineffective at capturing the Wailing Warhead, the Vehicle had to be mostly re-created to overcome what was left of the Majesty's Honored Army.
That, and Last ngome had to wait a while to topple Peacefather's redderick and tell the public 'Boshun'...