(You know what, since our current groups RP line involves us being on the run from the law, I decided to let the people who'd really try and bring us to justice know. You "heroes")
Matthew Evans, known to the world also as the DarkStryder, opened the newspaper as he floated the beaker over to the centerfuge. He nearly dropped the precious chemicals on the lab floor as he read the story.
"5th Column heavy brought to justice by Fugitive." Underneath was the Nazi he'd taken out a scant 2 days ago, the mugshot of Wolfgang Ubelmann leered at him from the page. Intrigued, he continued.
"Nazi Lieutenant Wolfgang Ubelmann was found and arrested in a Portal Corp lab Sunday afternoon along with a platoon of 5th Column Ubermenschen. On Ubelmann's unconcious form was a note outlining an outlandish tale of time travel and the change of the future for the Axis to win World War two. While it sounds far-fetched, Ubelmann corroborated the story and the equipment found in the Portal Corp lab awaits analysis. More mysterious however is the note's author, which signed himself as the Daring DarkStryder. Police are surprised as the Hero turned author is wanted on many federal offenses in relation to his association with the Nemesis Council and is currently unapprehended. His controversial views on heroism earned him a brief spotlight with his novel "Villainy: It's a Life." billed as a historical text, but within a few scant days, vanished off the radar. *A body length picture of Stryder's armor accompanies the article as well* Pictured here in his signature battle armor, DarkStryder is to be considered extremely armed and dangerous. Police are working rouynd the clock with federal agents to bring this dangerous criminal to justice."
Stryder grimaced as he crumpled up the paper.
"Damn AGENT and their bad press. I can't wait until we prove those warrant's wrong. At least I modified my suit with material from the Volta reactor so it'll be a bit more difficult to recognize me. I feel like blowing off some steam." Stryder began to gear up, feeding the glowing green Volta juice he accquired from the reactor into the suit....
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The Sky Raider went flying thorugh the wall of the building. Stryder smiled benath his helmet as he mock dusted his hands. The bodies lay around him, he didn't care which were alive or injured, they weren't gonna be commiting anymore crimes for awhile either way.
"No chance punks, I may not be sanctioned, but I'm still taking out you trash."
