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A muggy air hung heavily over Millennium City. It was late May, and the first heatwaves of Summer were beginning to hit hard. It was a bit unseasonably warm, but considering the strange weather that had followed in the wake of the incident half a year ago, this was closer to a stretch of normalcy.
The nights felt long, the days felt longer, and the people were more unhappy than ever.
The city was far from still. Even though the incident was still fresh in everyone's mind, life went on regardless. The emerging threat of Conduits kept some at bay, scared to go out at night, but it was not enough to slow Millennium City. For some, Conduits were no more a threat than the average criminal that one could encounter on the city streets, but most knew it wouldn't be long before even these people had to face the reality of what this new evolution of human being was truly capable of.
There had been a fire in the neighborhood of Newport only a few months ago when the nights were still cool, notoriously caused by some freak Conduit accident. A warehouse that had thought to be vacant was set ablaze, killing one and injuring five others. It eventually came to light that the building had been used by those with powers, forced out onto the streets thanks to their families who had been scared of them. Most of these Conduits were teens, but the plight of homeless youth paled in comparison to the fact that a kid with powers had lost control and killed himself.
Newport, as a result, became a part of Millennium City with a stigma associated with the growing anti-Conduit movement. Traffic in the area decreased as people began to avoid it, ironically making it and some of the surrounding neighborhoods popular Conduit meeting places. By May, there was a push to police such areas heavily out of fear, but no such action had yet to be implemented.
Despite the growing potential for Newport to be cracked down upon, many Conduits had little choice in the matter. Many of them were disorganized, lost, and trying to find a place where they belonged in light of their newfound abilities. It was hardly rare for a Conduit to be on the move, picking up their lives and striking out for a place where they would be more accepted. Either by fate or grand coincidence, Millennium City became one such beacon to Conduits, much like its smaller neighborhood of Newport.
One new group was forming this night, one that would follow in the footsteps of others and use Newport as their meeting ground. Either by word of mouth or the internet, the word got out there, reaching just enough for it all to be worth it. None of them had yet to meet or even knew the identity of who was trying to bring them together. All they knew was an address and a code phrase: "Iron Butterfly."
Two blocks surrounding the old warehouse were the quietest in all of Newport, with some Conduits too superstitious to hang around where one of them had met their untimely end. Even with that in mind, it was this area that this new group were to meet. With instructions to not approach the building from the front, they found themselves at what was once an office and storage building. Now it was empty, the building mysteriously bought only a few weeks previously.
Someone was there to meet them, shrouded by a large hoodie. Judging by their voice when they asked for the phrase, they were female. When the right phrase was said, the girl walked toward the metal roll-up door nearby and knocked on it twice. The door rose just enough for someone to slip under and the girl gestured for her guest to go in. "Don't worry," she said, sounding friendly. "No more secrecy once you all get here."
Once inside, the guest was surrounded by a large and empty room once used for the storage of office supplies and heavy equipment. A man stood nearby, looking tanned, tall, and built like a rock. All he did was nod away from the door, signaling for the guest to wait until all had arrived.
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