Power struggle: Glory Vs Kane...

Fires on the streets. Broken glass on roads. Burnt out cars and shops looted like an animal carcass in the wild, a few small scavengers returning to them once the bigger animals had taken their fill and left with bloated emotions.

It was a riot he'd been prepared for. Powered humans misusing their gifts to create chaos. The police were doing all the could, Hydra Corp. had stepped in and sent aid. Kane felt it was all too little too late. A feeling his superiors shared. The army felt that a stronger show of force was needed to end the violence on the streets. The General had enough influence to make it happen, but the tense situation had made it an easy choice for the powers that be: send "it" in.

A stealth jet was used in the cover of the night, hidden just above the clouds. It was auto-piloted, and carried Kane as its cargo. He lay in a coffin-like box, hooked up to liquid cooling systems, Nano-nearal AI Learning interfaces, and state-of-the-art training simulations (he could easily run 15,000 simulated combat missions in VR simultaneously over the course of the trip.)

Once over the city, he was disconnected, and a small audio brief began:

"Kane. Clean up the mess. I don't need to tell you this is a black operation, if you somehow get caught, you're not affiliated with the military, this country or any of its territories. Understand?"

Kane kept his eyes closed, "Yes" he said in a calm manner.

"Then it's time to drop."

The floor opened up from under his back, revealing the howling wind. He was dropped like an A-bomb. He kept his eyes closed as he fell rapidly to the city.

Kane landed into the streets with a loud bang, the ground exploded on impact. As the dust settled, the image of Kane straightening up and looking out to the powered rioters came into focus. He would have told them to run if he had any heart.

Kane walked forward, making a clear patch of destruction. Some tried to hit him with weapons, he simply reversed, snapped a few arms and kept moving. A fireball came his way, he dodged, spun and kicked the thrower's face. Every five steps was another one down. A very clear warpath had been made. He was cleaning up the town, and he didn't care if that meant a complete extinction of every rioter and looter. Bodies littered the paths, the dead and unconscious bleeding and bruised.

The town had started a riot. Kane had brought a war.

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