World of Heroes

Did I just hear what I thought I heard? Diana thought. She ignored it, and instead ran back to the truck. "Yo, Honda, is something wrong? You sounded weird over the com."

"Jamais, fasciste!" Monsieur Mirage cried after staring for a few seconds while the other man talked, dumbfounded at the sudden appearance of Asclepian and the scientist. Leaping back and to the side, he exited through the side of the truck to find himself... face to face with Honda and Diana.

"Oh, bonsoir," he greeted, tipping his hat to the pair even as he began backpedaling toward the cab at the front of the vehicle. A rudimentary plan was beginning to form in his mind, spurred on by something the apparent Nazi had said before. If he could just get on top of the truck, he reasoned, it would be a simple matter to segue onto the roof of a nearby building, and then...

edited 19th Apr '15 3:53:18 PM by darksidevoid

Truck

Sisyphus just shrugged before blinking visiblely upon the sudden appearance of the ninja woman... and a mad doctor waving a gun. "Yes, yes we appreciate -ahem- your opinion, dear doctor." He ventured to say eyeing him back and forth. Just my luck, I guess. I'm glad I didn't try anything funny yet. This guy looks unstable and that gun could messily ricochet all over. "Impressive technology media, by the way, but I would appreciate if you didn't wave your weapon inside such a close space... accidents could happen, and I'd rather not stain my suit with my own gray matter, if you would be so kind."

Asclepian in the meantime, frowned even more underneath her mask. Teleporting had been a new experience, but she wasn't hoping to meet that unnerving tuxedo crook again. And there was the phaser. And the wacko doctor of the warehouse. "Shut. Up." She added, each sweetened word of Sisyphus having the same odious quality as a jagged knife in her ear.

"Nice to see you again, ma'am. Perhaps I could make you coffee for everyone?" He quipped. "Ah right, I can't. I'm restrained. Such a shame."

Asclepian felt like she really needed to beat someone right now. But beating a restrained scumbag wouldn't add points, nor trying to rip a new one on that slippery french jerk, so she just restrained herself and breathed deeply. Honda was outside, and half of the team was nearby. They could probably handle this. Getting the wacky doctor and that blue-eyed creep in the same room without supervision could be a potential problem too.

Outside the Truck Near the Warehouse

"Hm?", said Honda, noticing Diana. "Ah; glad you're here. Think we've got ourselves a rat." At that moment...

"ACHTUNG!!!"

"Diana," yelled Honda, "inside! I'll wait out here! If I'm right, we're gonna' need someone out here to keep an eye on things! Well, what are you waiting for?!"

Just then, who happened to show up outside of the vehicle but Monsieur Mirage. Although, most didn't know just who the heck he was supposed to be. Well, sort of. Honda had an idea, though nothing definite, mind you. He whipped out his gun, and aimed it right as Mirage. "Hands where I can see them! Don't take another step..."

Warehouse District, Near Cops

As the police cars slowed down, it seemed clear just what their target was, as they all were positioned as closely as they could underneath the spaceship.

"Well," said Nehressa, looking down above from a scanner onboard the ship, "didn't see that fucking coming." She opened up a communications channel, and contacted Tower, Rush, and Wildcard if he was still nearby. (Dropkick had opted to attend to one of the robots, it would seem.) "You all got the earpods I handed out on the way over? You'd better fuckin' got 'em, or I'll kick your asses towards Breshmer or, as you all call it, Sunday. Anyway, I think we've got ourselves some unwanted attention. Any ideas how to deal with it?"

edited 19th Apr '15 9:33:41 PM by kkhohoho

"Okay, I-" Before she could finish, she noticed Mirage. Uh oh... Looks like I'll have to stay out here for a little. What salt water she'd managed to scavenge from the field she pulled out in preparation.

edited 19th Apr '15 9:47:35 PM by Daydre

Tower walked in front of the police cruisers and said "Excuse me officers, may I ask what you're doing here? I never requested back up."

Out of the various officers that stepped out of the cars, one of them in particular seemed to stand out. He was an older man, and yet was incredibly buff and fit for his age. He also wore a soldier's helmet atop his head, though one had to wonder if it was actually a real helmet.

"ATEEEEEEEETENTION!!!", he bellowed out, whipping his gun out at Tower as his fellow officers did the same. "SHOW YOUR ID, SOLDIER! OR ARE YOU EVEN A SOLDIER?! WELL, ARE YOU?!"

"Uh, Sir," said one of the other officers, "none of us are actually soldiers. Just figured I should correct you on that. Sir."

The army-wannabe immediately shot a death-glare at his fellow cop, who promptly saw fit to keep his trap shut. "ID," he said again, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWW!!!"

edited 19th Apr '15 9:15:05 PM by kkhohoho

This is not going to end well Tower thought. "Calm down, sir. Me and my team are here on official superhero business. I suggest you put the weapons down before anybody gets hurt."

"NO ID!", the officer yelled. "RIGHT; HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE 'EM MAGGOT!!! THAT'S AN ORDER!!!"

"Well, actually," said the same fellow officer as previously, "none of us are actually maggots. We're all human beings as far as I can tell. I just feel that that's an important distinction to—"

"SHUT IT MAGGOT!", said the officer. "AGAIN: HANDS, HEAD, NOW!!! ...Unless you really got some sort of ID after all..."

edited 19th Apr '15 9:26:41 PM by kkhohoho

Screw it "Everybody better be ready for another fight." Tower said as he grew and attempted to crush the cop cars. "Just try to avoid permanently injuring these officers of the law."

"I think I have an idea to give us window of escape," Wildcard said into the comms "but I would need the police herded in close and Tower clear out of the way."

He brought the charged Jack of Hearts into his hand and started boosting it to max out, as he made his way closer, but trying to remain hidden.

Tower nodded in agreement before making two sweeping motions with his hands to bring all of the police in close and jumped out of the way.

edited 21st Apr '15 4:50:45 PM by deadpool616

"Oh non!" Honda's target protested and held his hands aloft, even though he was completely ignoring the order to stop moving backward. "Merci!" he continued, noting with some curiosity the fact that the newly-arrived young lady was manipulating H2O somehow, "Please don't shoot me, Monsieur Police! I am just an innocent patriot of France caught up in strange circumstances!"

Thankfully, even if the agent did shoot at this point, the missile would fly straight through the phaser with no harm done. Well, unless the bullets contained some kind of magic. Or if he was aiming for Mirage's feet. In a couple beats, however, the masked man would be close enough to reach the cab's hood, and then the truck's roof, with a couple jumps - and that was certainly something he intended to do regardless of whatever actions the liaison and the water-girl took.

edited 20th Apr '15 7:06:09 PM by darksidevoid

Warehouse District, Police'

In one fell swoop, Dropkick had managed to gather all of the officers into roughly one place, although...

"YOU WON'T TAKE ME ALIVE, MAGGOTS! DO YOU HEAR ME?! DO ?!""

...there was the odd complaint. In any case, Wildcard was all set do whatever it was he wanted to do...

"Please." said Honda, "You're no more French than I'm actually from Japan. And, come to think of it, I don't see why you haven't just up and left already. It's not as if anything's keeping you here. Although, I've got one thing that might; a job offer. Tell me, have you ever thought about becoming a r?egistered Superhero? If you haven't, trust me; you think it isn't worth your while, I can make it so..."

Megalopolis Square
Out of sight of the cops, Dropkick let out a relaxed sigh. This was just perfect. Everyone had left without him, without the robot he was carrying, and without the robot that was still lying in that tunnel. Not only that, he had no idea where they were, and no idea what to do with the robot. He wasn't called Dropkick due to his expertise in Electrical Engineering, that was for sure.

So, he did what anybody would have done.

He took out his phone and browsed Craigslist for any sort of scientific centers or science(-ish) heroes who were advertising their services.

Megalopolis Sqaure

Browsing Craiglist, Dropkick noticed one advert in particular that seemed to stand out.

' DA! IN NEED OF ROBOTIC EXPERTISE? COME DOWN TO UNCLE VENKYAS' IRON CURTAIN WORKSHOP FOR ALL ROBOT NEEDS! 10% DISCOUNT IF FORMER MEMBER OF THE SOVIET PARTY! BOSHMOI! '

edited 21st Apr '15 2:58:40 PM by kkhohoho

Megalopolis Square
Dropkick briefly debated the merit of pretending to be a former member of the Soviet party, but decided against it when he considered that his skillset focused on kicking things, rather than linguistic ability.

He decided it would be worth it to drop in on Uncle Venkya's store, so after finding the address he turned off his phone's screen, put it back in his pocket, and started to hop off to the place, robot in tow.

Metropolis Outskirts, Outside Uncle Venkya's Iron Curtain

Having finally arrived at Venkya's humble abode after a rather long bout of hopping, Dropkick found himself facing what seemed to be a rather large building in the shape of a giant hammer, with a large sickle place appropriately in front. The doors were approximately 12 feet in height, and resembled the titular iron curtain. And is to put the cherry on top of the Soviet sunday, the doorknob had a photo of Stalin's face plastered onto it. The Iron Curtain indeed...

"There we go"

Wilcard threw the Heart queen at the massed police force. The card exploded into a great mass of slime that covered pretty much all of them, hopefully trapping them.

"Should we be worried about this covering their mouths and noses?"

Uncle Venkya's Iron Curtain
Dropkick let out a single whistle as he looked at the area, the doors, the hammer, and the sickle.

"Seems legit," he said to nobody in particular as he reached for the door to head into the place.

Warehouse District

The slime seemed to cover everyone in the general area. Indeed, it seemed to incapacitate everyone so well, it was as if they were barely breathing...

The Iron Curtain

Before Dropkick's fingertips could so much as almost touch the door, it swung open wide, revealing a large, burly man with an impossibly bushy mustache, dressed in traditional winter Russian clothing and wearing a large, black traditional Russian hat, and carrying what seemed to be a hammer and sickle, both of which were made out of a bright blowing red energy. Also, his breath smelled rather like vodka.

"Ah, welcome, welcome to Uncle Vankya's Iron Curtain! How you do? I Uncle Venkya! This my shop, and it welcome to all who oppose filthy God-loving capitalists." He then aimed the sickle at Dropkick. "Are you a filthy God-loving capitalist? Filthy God-loving capitalists have increased prices..."

edited 1st May '15 10:13:18 AM by kkhohoho

"... well fuck, that was a charge to high." Wildcard face-palming.

He proceeded to charge a few Clubs to then heat the top of the mass and let the policemen's heads pop out.

"One of you start interrogating the cops, find out why they're here."

"Dropkick, where are you?" Tower asked into his earpod.

edited 1st May '15 5:14:33 AM by deadpool616

Uncle Venkya's Iron Curtain
Dropkick blinked - although his helmet meant it would be hard for anyone to actually see that.

"Actually..." he said, looking the giant Russian up and down. "At the moment, I'm wanted by the filthy God-loving capitalist pig-dog government's forces, because they don't want me doing a better job than them. Right now I'm trying to find out all I can about this here robot, which would really embarrass the police if I managed to catch the badguys before they do."