Brockton Bay's Wards and the Vaults

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"Host" as the Protectorate members called the being they couldn't quite remember any more details than a person wearing a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, black gloves, a red vest, black slacks, dress shoes and a wrap around cloth eye mask. Not a single one could tell if it was a man or a woman, and video of the interaction had them edited out somehow.

The Protectorate team now were waiting for their next appearance. However, now Arms Master had to explain to the Director why they had followed an unknown stranger into a room that couldn't hold the entire team, and then left, and entered then passing the Master/Stranger Protocols. Additionally, the fact they all remember being presented in a film about another world's future/past world ending apocalypse, and how they would be "crashing" into their own.

"So...we have a potential, Thinker, Shaker, Stranger, with either tinker tech they have built, or purchased, that believes that another version of earth that never moved past the 50's culturally will crash into our own, having some elements from an impending "crash". Frankly Arms Master, I would call this insane, however, you do have the visual records, and we have made every attempt to have Pre-cogs see into the future with none able to confirm this with any reliability." Director Piggot explained.

"We are being cautious with this as well. The fact that they had demonstrated the ability to seemingly pause time is a concern, because it was not a localized event, my own internal system timers continued, and when we resynced outside of the "Station", it showed a near 20 minute desynchronization in time. 20 minutes, no one other than my team, experienced." Arms Master countered, understanding the threat that "Host" could be if they were to become an enemy to them.

"Miss Piggot, I would like to state that if you have a complaint about my actions, I can easily put you in contact with my superiors." Host said, suddenly appearing beside the Director and Arms Master.

Just as fast as she could, Director Piggot reached for her side arm, planning to shoot the intruder in her office, only for the gun to be placed back on the table, and she had a business card in her hand. Arms Master had reacted, getting to his feet, but realized any weapon was out of his reach, moved by Host in the same instance as Piggot's gun.

"I am to inform you that your Wards have been selected by my superiors to observe the next log first. Arms Master, I am sorry, but I will send an Electronic Mail to you after I return them." Host commented, looking towards the leader of the Protectorate.

"Now wait a second, why are we not being shown the logs first?" Arms Master asked.

"My superiors desired it, however it was a close call with a third group who would be rather troublesome to locate. That is besides the point, I am just here to inform you of this development." Host stated.

"I expect no harm to come to them?" Director Piggot asked.

"You have it on my word as a Station Master, if one of them is harmed by my actions, I will make my services available for your service." Host said, giving a small bow as he explained, holding his pocket watch.

Before either of them could respond, Host seemingly blinked out of existence. Arms Master pulled up the camera feeds, Kid Win was on Console. Before he could be warned, he vanished. Clock Blocker and Vista were just getting back from their patrol.

"Vista, Clock, be on the lookout for-" Arms Master began, before they vanished from the video feed.

Gallant and Aegis were out further into the city, so he had no visual contact, but they had trackers. Shadow Stalker wasn't active, maybe they would be missed. He risked it, attempting to call Hess while she was in her civilian identity.

"Yes?" Sophia asked, sounding annoyed and a bit agitated.

"Shadow Stalker, do not go out in costume, you may be grabbed by a-" Arms Master began, before the line went dead., Host standing next to him, pressing the end call button.

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