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A golden haze pervaded across the skyline of the Big Apple. The light of the rising sun seeped through the towering skyscrapers, turning them into gargantuan silhouettes. As the daytime filtered through the windows of bedrooms across the city, new yorkers everywhere rose from their beds, stretched and rubbed the sleep from their eyes. It was the start of a brand new day, and the beginning of many great things. Some people would be returning to the same, humdrum life. Some would be beginning quite a new career.
In the case of the folks at the first national bank, it appeared to be a case of the former. That morning, all the clerks and tellers were at their desks, minding their own business. Customers waited patiently in line, glancing absently at the beige and black surroundings. The manager walked past and gave a nod to the portly, balding security guard, who sat in front of the monitors linked up to flickering CCTV cameras. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, and all was fairly calm. A few customers trickled in through the front door. One barely got in as the door closed, then reached into his suit jacket and fired a flare gun at the ground.
The panic set in immediately. One by one, men and women began screaming their heads off, either standing and waving their hands about or dropping to the ground on their hands and knees. A group of suited men filed in, wearing screen-visor gas masks, carrying briefcases and machine guns. A few of the armed members aimed at the tellers and barked for them to get their heads down. One raised his gun in the air. "Ladies and gentlemen, please remain calm," he said clearly, "This'll all be over in about thirty seconds."
A couple of the men brought out a strange device shaped like a giant handlebar, and attached it lengthways to the huge round door of the vault. As it clamped in place, small drills began to bore through the wrought iron, making their way to the locking mechanisms. Once the door was unlocked and opened up, it was a matter of quickly loading up the cash, getting to the stairs, getting up with a grappling hook, then getting to the chopper that even now was making its way towards the roof of the building.
No one could have predicted what would happen next.
edited 1st Apr '16 3:56:08 PM by LizardOfAus
As the robbers did there thing, the panicked civilians would notice something particularly odd.
A wild raccoon seemingly managed to get inside the building somehow and was now waddling up to the man pointing the gun up at the ceiling. It came up to him and sat down on the floor, gently screeching and reaching up with its adorable little "people hand" paws, as if begging for food.
Another day, another boring as hell meeting.
Why dad bothered to drag him along to this little meeting, he would never understand. At first, it just looked like another meeting of the shareholders and investors, maybe some top scientists, involved in the Sentinel Project.
But apparently this was going to be a big day, some sort of unveiling of a master design. Nonetheless, Bastion Mc Kenzie felt decidedly out of place.
His father seemed elated by the news, and said, "Gentlemen, today is a very important day for our project. A success today means Operation Zero Tolerance can begin in the foreseeable future. I hope I can continue to count on each of you. Yes, each of you." That was specifically aimed at his son.
Bastion had to wonder what all this was going to be about, but if he had to guess, it would be about those...creatures...slinking around America. Something needed to be done. If his father really was going to do something, that meant Bastion might need to reevaluate his father.
Nightwing had been on patrol all night, with no luck. Seriously? Since when was New York this crime-free? It was hard to debut as a superhero if there wasn't any crime,right?
He had spent the last two hours sitting on the rooftop across from the bank. Eating potato chips. Being bored. He missed Alfred's scones.
And that was when the attack happened.
He grinned. "Showtime!"
Nightwing jumped off the roof, aimed himself, and landed on the thug who was standing guard outside.
Still grinning, he took out a metal cylinder from his belt, which elongated into his bo staff.
He went straight in and announced his presence. "Hey! Who wants to get their ass whooped?"
In an anonymous little street in the city that never sleeps lay an anonymous little restaurant. In that restaurant which had a gaudy espionage theme to attract the kiddies and more importantly their parents' hard earned cash, there was Nick Fury- Agent (and one of the leaders) of the Strategic Hazard Intervention Espionage Logistics Directorate.
Today was one of those days when Fury felt like forcing down some cheap food before he'd have to get the day's messy work later.
It always astounded him how people in this place of business always ignored his eye-patch, but then that's why he ate here at Spysmashers!
edited 15th Jul '12 6:30:56 PM by zam
Ivan yawned as he made his way to the dinner table in his minuscule apartment. He sipped on his coffee and, going over to flick on the TV, he sets it on the table. He turned the dial of his old TV set to the news channel. Still sipping on his coffee he watched as the regular kind of morning news marched before his eyes. That was until breaking news about a bank robbery interrupted this march, and Ivan almost choked on his beverage.
"Really? This early..." He muttered to himself with a scowl on his face. There had to be a reason behind the particular hour at which this crime was set in motion. A thought crossed his head, this was coordinated, no coincidences happened on that line of work. There where questions to be answered. He stood up from his seat and retrieved a certain suitcase from his room. He could change on the way there
Storm sighed as she walked down the street to the bank. All she had wanted to do was make a withdrawal, but no, this had to happen. A small frown adorned her face as she considered. Generally, the outreach program wasn't supposed to draw attention to itself, but it looked like the robbers might actually get away...
She ducked into a small alleyway to get out of sight. As she rose up in to the sky, wind whipping around her and flinging garbage against the alley wall, a few tiny storm clouds started to gather. Just enough to cloud the area above the alley, but if the teen could arrange a creative lightning strike...
edited 15th Jul '12 8:32:29 PM by IchigoNeko
Anna Marie frowned at the storm that formed in the sky. She had been shopping with what meager money she could salvage. It was going to be Ramen Noodles again tonight. She always considered heading back home, but after what happened to Cody, she couldn't go back. They'd see her as a mutant freak, not fit for normal society because of her mutation. She never asked for her mutation, and after what happened with Cody, she didn't want it. She had done various odd jobs to try to get by after running away, but whenever something would happen involving... her mutation, she'd be fired every time.
Seeing that the nearby bank was being robbed, she looked for a way to cross the street to avoid it. After all, she wouldn't be able to do much about it. Robbers use guns and bullets, and she'd never be able to get close enough to incapacitate one with her mutation. Besides, it's better left for the police.
edited 15th Jul '12 9:29:25 PM by GameGuruGG
One of the scientists seemed to pull out a little phone, and seemed to panic a little.
He walked over and whispered something to Shane, and the politician sighed, "It appears there is an anomaly in the test bed area. An item down there interfering with the sensors. Bastion, you go remove it. Down the elevator by two floors, only one room at the end of the hallway."
"...My true role, glorified lab tech. Having a father in high places is wonderful, isn't it?"
Shane was not amused, "I do not want your lip right now. This is quite serious." Even though it did not seem he was really all that concerned for this little item.
Sighing a little, the red head left the meeting to take care of his chore.
The man in the gas mask looked around, and did a double take when he saw the raccoon. He started waving his foot at it, whispering 'shoo', as if he was somehow worried the little guy being there would spoil his rep.
Then, of course, there came the boy in black. All the other robbers turned around, and all of them burst out laughing. "Oh, jesus, I think this kid's for real, Malcom," said one of the guys.
The leader turned to the others, still waggling his foot. "C'mon, people. You're supposed to be professionals. If there's a distraction, get rid of it."
"You got it." One of the goons pulled away from the others, and opened fire in Nightwing's direction. The hostages immediately screamed and hit the deck.
edited 16th Jul '12 1:39:00 AM by LizardOfAus
Ivan made a short route through streets and alleys to the bank, triple checking around for cameras and people in a deserted alley in order to change to his face-less suit. Now in the his costume he sped towards the bank.
"Guns, Of course, there's always guns" He said to himself arriving at the scene. Particularly they were shooting at a masked figure in black. Another vigilante? He'd had to look into that. For now he approached the Bank stealthily, planning his way in.
Wait. They were laughing? That...that's just wrong.
"What the hell, guys? Aren't you suppose to scream in terror now?"
....And then they began to shoot. Crap.
Nightwing ducked, narrowly avoiding the first bursts of gunfire.
He grinned. This is what he trained for.
Reaching into his belt, he pulled out a few birdarangs, and in one swift motion, aimed for the thug's hands, aiming to disarm them.
Storm landed near a window of the bank, observing the boy in black. Actually, it looked like whoever he was, he was doing alright.
She rose to the roof, the storm clouds still gathered above her head. Was anyone inside the chopper...? If she actually killed anyone, the Academy would be so pissed.
The robber yelped, and his weapon clattered to the ground. "Christ, the goth kid's got throwing knives!" he exaggerated.
"Oh for god's sake, just grab 'em!" cried the ringleader, and the other two robbers ran at Nightwing.
Up on the roof, the black chopper was travelling towards the roof, when it suddenly paused in mid air, apparently noticing Ororo.
In the bank, the leader's pocket spoke in a garbled manner. "Come in, ground one, this is blackbird: there's someone coming up on the roof. I can see her head by the ledge."
The leader pulled out a walkie talkie. "Got problems of our own, blackbird. Land the damn thing and take her out."
"Copy that." The helicopter continued its descent, touching down on the roof, and another man in a gas mask began getting out of the cockpit.
Storm's eyes widened slightly and she shot behind the nearest cover she could find. She kept her eyes trained on the man, and her silver hair still visible, but focused on the sky above the copter. Maybe 30 seconds and she'd be ready to pull down the lightning. That should get him more or less out of range if he kept coming towards her...
The raccoon then.....frowned when the thugs started concentrating on Nightwing and the former sidekick managed to disarm them. "Well thanks SO MUCH for stealing my thunder, lad!" the raccoon suddenly yelled out at Nightwing, which may or may not cause everyone in the bank to momentarily forget the situation and just gawk at the cute furry animal that just SPOKE......
The raccoon then stood up on his hind legs, jumped into the air, and used some kind of rocket propelled skates the zoom forward and kicked one of the thugs that was about to grab Nightwing hard enough to send him flying away a few feet. As he did, the raccoon then pulled out a pair of guns are fired several laser beams at the other thug. Despite the shots being nonlethal and not leaving any marks, the thug would still feel like he was pumped full of lead rounds.
The raccoon then landed, holstering his guns, ran up to the thug he kicked on all fours, and dropped kicked the guy in the face, knocking him out cold.
"Hey leotard boy!" the raccoon called out to Nightwing. "I'll stop the wankers tryin' ta hack into the vault, you tie up the wankers here for the busies to pick up!" With that, the raccoon once again ran on all fours, climbing up and above the tellers windows, and then deeper into the bank.
The guard that had been shot leaned on his side, groaning in pain. The other scrambled up and pointed his gun at Nightwing again. The leader ran back to the vault to warn the others. There would be time to wonder 'what the hell' later.
In the vault, the device had broken through and opened the lock. The robbers that remained were currently busy loading their briefcases with cash in a hurry.
Up on the roof, the man stepped out, machine gun in hand, as the copter blades began to slow behind him. "Come out, come out, wherever you are..." he murmured, scanning the edge of the roof. He became aware of the growing shade, and looked up. He was distracted and confused by the little black rain cloud that seemed to have come out of nowhere.
As the Blue Beetle flew over the streets of New York, he noticed a beautiful woman fly to the roof of a bank as a helicopter landed. Out of the helicopter came a man with a machine gun.
I listened in on their communications system, that man is part of a group in the middle of committing a bank robbery. There are more men in the bank.
"First we save the pretty lady from getting shot, then we stop the bank robbery."
As the Blue Beetle landed on the roof, he called out to the man with the machine gun.
"Put down the gun and put your hands on your head."
edited 16th Jul '12 2:09:08 PM by luckybreak91
The robber wasn't looking directly at Blue Beetle when he heard the sound of the kid's voice. He chuckled, slowly turning around. "Oh, please. You really think DA FUQ?!" Frightened by the bizarre red eyed blue thing, he pointed the gun straight at him, acting on the primal instinct to point a spear at a monster.
Seeing the robber point his gun at his host, Khaji Da began to offer suggestions to deal with the threat.
We are under attack. Activating Death Ray.
"No. No Death Ray's. Give me something that won't kill him."
During this the Blue Beetle's right hand transformed into a giant gun and then transformed out of giant gun form. His hand began to spark, electricity coming off it.
Activating taser. The lady you followed up to the roof is a potential threat, be careful. There is an alien in the bank. The robber has prostate cancer.
"A alien? Really? Huh, I guess New York is weirder than I thought. Listen to me, drop the gun and surrender or I will taser you. It's not going to do anything to me. Also, you have prostate cancer. Get that taken care of."
edited 16th Jul '12 2:11:12 PM by luckybreak91
Anna Marie frowned as she waited to cross the street... She glanced over at the scene. All she had noticed was the man in black with a blue bird logo taking out the guard who was at the front door. Rogue then heard the helicopter landing on the roof... While she had noticed the man covered in blue armor flying to the scene, she did not notice the beautiful black woman up there though.
Anna Marie frowned. She was going to regret this. Rogue snuck up to the unconscious guard outside and began to try to get either a glove or the gas mask off of him to expose some of his skin. She tried not to get noticed by those inside. After all, a helicopter was just a bit too noticeable for just some small time crooks.
edited 16th Jul '12 2:16:22 PM by GameGuruGG
Jack Ryder Cowered on the floor where he'd been since the robbery started. Yes, he could have summoned "him" but the first, last and only time that had happened an innocent man had died, the same man who, full of good intentions had infevcted him with the nanotech that, somehow had created "him". Then the kid in a mask had broken into the scene and started throwing things. And then...a raccoon had started talking and riding around on roller skates. "He" could possibly make things any worse or weirder. Jack clenched his musclesand...
Suddenly a yellow skinned, green haired figure in a green scaled pair of Speedos and a day-glo fushia feather boa sprang off the floor and proclaimed Angst got you down? Wash it away with Creepalox! Notsuitableforminorsvoidwhereprohibited!," and let out a laugh designed to make ears bleed.
edited 16th Jul '12 2:18:15 PM by tricksterson
As Rogue managed to get the mask off the unconcious man, the leader span around at the sound of earsplitting laughter. "What is this, deviant freaks anonymous?!" He fired at the Creeper, somewhat aware that he was fighting a losing battle.
On the roof, the pilot's hands trembled as he held up his gun. "I know what you are," he rasped, "You're one of those mutants, aren't you? Well aren't you? ...I heard that some were blue...and spiky...and knew stuff they shouldn't know...Just never thought I'd live to see you scum-sucking monsters in the flesh."
The Creeper dodged the bullet by flipping in the air, planning to land feet first on the shoulders of the man who had shot at him.
edited 16th Jul '12 2:35:42 PM by tricksterson
Ivan, the faceless man, observed the nonsensical frenzy breaking out inside the bank. Well, at least with this distractions the hostages could go away unscathed. Then he could steal a way one of the thieves to get some much needed answers. He began his operation and chose a glass panel on the side of the building, one with a healthy distance between it and the criminals. He strapped one small explosive to the panel and lit it. Three seconds later it exploded taking with it most of the panel.
"Quick! escape through here!" Announced the masked man to the hostages, when entering and taking down what was left standing of the panel in its stride.
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