edited 9th May '11 9:28:35 PM by StolenByFaeries
"You've got your transmission and your live wire, but your circuit's dead." - Mediaedited 9th May '11 9:17:50 PM by SabresEdge
Charlie Stross's cheerful, optimistic predictions for 2017, part one of three.All right. Brace yourself.
Doppler shifted slightly. It was time. "All teams, stand to..." The SWAT men snugged their weapons to their shoulders; on the floor below Red Team's door breacher raised the trigger. Doppler turned the jamming up as high as he dared. "Execute."
After that everything happened very quickly.
Red Team's explosives on the door blasted it open, at the same time stunning the sentry on the opposite side. Before he could even collapse the leading SWAT policeman had dropped the trigger for the door explosives, came out the door low, and stuck the man with his Taser, incapacitating him instantly.
Behind him came the storm of grenades. Red Team leader knew Jackal's location from the opti-wand camera feed; as the door swung open he fired an impact-fused stun grenade that landed half a meter from where the Jackal sat. The sound of the blast was enough to shatter the glass front of the bank, even behind the barricades, and the magnesium-white flash was more than enough to daze. It was followed almost immediately by a sting grenade that showered Jackal, and the man by the staircase, with high-speed rubber balls. The overall design was to render them entirely combat-ineffective and unable to employ Jackal's superpowers.
Simultaneously, Blue Team swung into action the moment the command was given. Peering out around the corner, they launched a total of three grenades. Two hand-thrown flashbangs landed the second floor and went off almost concurrently to stun and daze the two sentinels. A third stun grenade soared down the staircase to detonate on the first floor, just in case.
The SWAT men advanced amidst shouted orders of "Police! Hands in the air!" The two Blue Team officers who did not throw grenades nearly ran down the staircase, tasers and pepper spray in hand; they had to prevent the subjects from hitting the button on the detonators. In the lobby, a similar scene: of the four Red Team officers, one had been detailed to take down the man behind the door, two more were on grenade duty, and the last one led the charge after the grenades went off, taser in hand. He scanned for the greatest threat: if either Jackal or the man by the stairs made any funny moves he would instantly stun them.
edited 9th May '11 10:33:07 PM by SabresEdge
Charlie Stross's cheerful, optimistic predictions for 2017, part one of three.Every man was on the floor. The Jackal was stunned and immobile. He thought about teleporting every rubber bullet to the every single brain around the place, but he knew that wouldn't get him what he wanted.
Jackal: -sigh- Just know, officer, that you have killed me.
"My life is my own" | If you want to contact me privately, please ask first on the forum.Captain Ford's voice came through the radio
Ford: Red Leader, this is Captain Ford, could you please unbarricade the door so that we can assess the situation?
RL: Will do, sir.
The Red Leader approached the door with his men and moved the table away.
RL: All clear!
Ford: Good...
The captain entered the lobby
Ford: Team Red, escort this man to central. No need for handcuffs, all you'll need will be your guns. Now, where are Doppler and Incubus...?
edited 9th May '11 10:34:27 PM by juancarlos
"My life is my own" | If you want to contact me privately, please ask first on the forum."Here, sir," called Doppler, advancing slowly down the stairs. "Still sending jamming signals, just in case—is the bomb squad here yet?" He pointed to the bundles of explosives on the case. "And do they know if there are any other bombs?"
Charlie Stross's cheerful, optimistic predictions for 2017, part one of three."Thanks, sir," said Doppler. He shook Captain Ford's hand. The exhaustion of the past few hours was really starting to catch up to him. He took one last look around at the officers who filed off with the hostages, the detritus of the battle, the investigators and crime photographers. "No casualties...that, I'm grateful for. Off to the station, I assume."
Paperwork. Always paperwork, the questioning, the patient men of the grey bureaucracy who would slowly turn the wheels of the machine until some form of justice was meted out. It beat getting shot at or blown up, at least.
Also, in the jubilation of the moment, the police seemed to have forgotten about the possible presence of unregistered supers. Doppler/Christiansen shrugged. Wherever they were now, he wished them the best of luck.
edited 9th May '11 11:19:42 PM by SabresEdge
Charlie Stross's cheerful, optimistic predictions for 2017, part one of three.Revolver just went and waited at the upper levels of bank until he was sure that nobody was close to him. He then opened a window after unlocking it and jumped out, doing a perfect aerial roll onto the top of another building. It seems they have this situation well in hand. Time for me to disappear then. He said, walking away.
Always be ready to do the unusual and unexpected.And so, after it seemed that everyone else had left the building, SWAT team and all, Stretch came out from his desk. Which now seemed more like a hideyhole. He came in here to try to help, to do something, but...he couldn't do do *anything*. Couldn't even save any hostages, not that they needed saving. But, then he remembered all the good he'd done in the past; all the people he'd saved; all the bad guys he brought to — no, not justice. He hated that word. Just, brought down. This situation didn't really mean anything in that way, one way or another. The hostages were saved, and that was what mattered.
But, there wasn't really any time to think about this sort of thing; he had to get out of here before anyone came back in, *fast*. He ran back up the steps as fast he could, and jumped straight out the nearest window; if it was too small, then he could easily just stretch through it. He was on the side of the bank now, away from the cops still stationed right outside the building. Going to the back of the bank again, he knew that he couldn't pull what he did the first time; anyone so much as coming out from anywhere near the bank could be held as a witness. Not to mention... he wasn't exactly 'decent', to say the least.
He would have liked to meet with Revolver again, but, there was only one thing for it; well, sort of. For the moment, he'd wait for the situation to die down, but if it didn't, he used a little escape maneuver that he thought up...
edited 10th May '11 6:50:40 AM by kkhohoho
Nate saw the care from the corner of his eye. He crossed back over to the bistro and confronted Paul inside. "Saw the mask kid. Not smart." he said while sitting down. "Names Nathan. And I can tell by all the ducking and weaving you aint registered. By your shape I can tell you probably don't have much combat experience. Would those be right?" he said looking the kid over.
edited 10th May '11 11:31:08 AM by vanthebaron
Untitled Power Rangers Story"Bullshit I saw the mask in you car. You know what, I'll show you what I can do." Nate grabbed the pen from Paul and stabbed his hand with it. When he pulled it out whipping noises could be heard as the wound healed. "that's my power regeneration, whats your?"
Untitled Power Rangers StoryNate grabbed him and pulled him outside. "listen to me you little shit, we need to stick together. now show me your power" he said slamming him against the wall.
edited 10th May '11 12:14:55 PM by vanthebaron
Untitled Power Rangers Story"You have created a scene, surely the witnesses are contacting the police as we speak," Paul said coolly as he reached into his pocket and dialed 911. "And it'll be easy for myself to do. You have no evidence besides you seeing me take off my sunglasses. You should calm down. Even if I did have powers, why would I draw attention to myself in this day and age?"
The Blog The ArtNate snagged the phone from his hand "not a chance the owners are old friends, follow me" Nate led Paul to the back pf the bistro to a door, this door led to a secret basement, Nate's makeshift base. "We can talk freely down here" he unlocked the door and walked down.
Untitled Power Rangers Story"You know, if you are going to recruit, being pushy is not the way, especially when you're being so presumptuous. Have you ever heard of etiquette? Perhaps politeness? Or simply not dragging people around? You can pick up a lot more guys like that," Paul said without a hint of seriousness.
The Blog The Art"No time to be nice. There's a war coming. If we don't team up, the government will take us out just for having, powers even one as harmless as mine." Nate said from the bottom of the stairs.
Untitled Power Rangers Story"I don't know, I thought me going unnoticed was working out just fine, I don't want any part in a war, I have business ventures to run, people to date, richies to schmooze. Surely you can get someone who doesn't still needs to pay for breakfast." Paul joked, still trying to get away.
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"Yes," thought back Stretch, "that...that sounds good! You just give the word and I'll be off!"
He prepared to cover his 'you-know-whatz-it' with his left hand before the maneuver.
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