Rough Justice eyes narrowed, the only show of emotion. "Good thing old man, otherwise I wouldn't have been around to bail you out. But Sting was here, he could have helped you too. I'll be in the garage, cleaning it again." With that he turned and disapeared down the hall.
Even we mighty can fall.
Abrahms INV/EM Tank 50 +1 Liberty
Herakles Blood INV/SS Tank 42 Virtue
Street Doc EMP/Pistol Defender 29 Liberty
Walking to the board, Abrahms writes himself onto gaurd duty, in brackets he adds on the roof. As he climbs the stairs, he remebers a chameleon suit right out of that movie "Predator". He place a call to his friend to put one on order. I wish i had it now he thinks as he steps out on to the roof. Since i can be invisible up here I might as well stand out. The armor clad Marine steps out into the open, to stand above the front doors.
The armored figure can be seen from anywhere that can se the buildings front. He carefully scans the street and buildings around the 26. The dark blue mirrored sunglasses seem out of place with the green motife of everything else he wears.
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The drone above pipes his every movement back to the watcher, in there room down the street.
Even we mighty can fall.
Abrahms INV/EM Tank 50 +1 Liberty
Herakles Blood INV/SS Tank 42 Virtue
Street Doc EMP/Pistol Defender 29 Liberty
Sting settled in for a rest, up in his room. It had been a long hard day and it was time to pack it in for a while.
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Sir, we have Abrahms on the roof, do you want to move on him? The assistant asked.
Agent Becker shook his head. You kids really need to learn to wait until the time is right. Abrahms is not our target. However, give me a disguised agent walk-by while he is up there and lets see how he reacts.
Becker zoomed in the view of Abrahms slightly.
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The agent strolled by the Two-six and looked up at Abrahms, just like a normal pedestrian would look at a hero up on a roof.
"Shut up Mr. Burton, you are not brought upon this world to get it!" - Lo Pan
@MadGremlin
The buzz of a wormhole opening sounded next Abrahms, and a moment later, Newtons Apple appeared next to the armored man. Hello, Abrahms, Newton said with a jaunty grin. Howre you doing? I finished my errands at the plaza. Im going to go head down to the grocery store before I turn in. Is there anything you would like as long as Im heading there?
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The agent strolled by the Two-six and looked up at Abrahms, just like a normal pedestrian would look at a hero up on a roof.
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Abrahms does a tiping of his hat gesture at the passerbye. Noting the only truly note worthy thing, that this guy was on there side of the street. Where most, true not all but most stayed on the other side, due to the 2 6 's luck as of late. "Citizen" he says as he goes back to looking out front, but keeping the fellow in sight, just not looking directly at him.
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The buzz of a wormhole opening sounded next Abrahms, and a moment later,
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Abrahms drops to a fighting stance.
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Newtons Apple appeared next to the armored man. Hello, Abrahms, Newton said with a jaunty grin. Howre you doing? I finished my errands at the plaza. Im going to go head down to the grocery store before I turn in. Is there anything you would like as long as Im heading there?
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A smile shows acroos his face as he straightens up. "Oh yes indeed, to start with a 15# bag of potatos. Half dozen ears of corn, and several thick steaks for the bar B." The waggling brow is wasted due to the helmet and glasses, but the smile is all there.
"Maybe some Bar B Q sause also, and if we dont have a BBQ I'll go get one so we can do some outside cooking. If that is a safe idea I'm not sure around here yet." He says with a chuckle. "I feel like I am at Def Com 1. I will pounce first ask questions later if anyhing is even suspicious out there." He say waving his hand in a sweep out the front of the building, watching the fellow dissapear past the edge of a building. "Is that ok, for an order I mean?"
Even we mighty can fall.
Abrahms INV/EM Tank 50 +1 Liberty
Herakles Blood INV/SS Tank 42 Virtue
Street Doc EMP/Pistol Defender 29 Liberty
Newton laughed as he mentally listed everything Abrahms said. Youre a man after my own heart or stomach, rather. I havent had a good grilled meal in weeks. Ill get us a grill, too. Do you prefer a charcoal or gas grill. Newton grinned even broader. Since youre volunteering to do the grilling, I thought Id give you the choice of what type.
"Charcoal, better flavor and we have our own starter after all" he states laughingly. "I like a good porterhouse myself, but I am happy cooking anything on the grill.
He looks over the street again as he continues speaking, and walking around the edges of the roof to check the perimeter. By the way what did your lab tech have to say about the goop. Let me guess alien origin, and where in deep doo. I think we need start actually pulling watches, until we teach these evil doer types we arent such pushovers. Could you mention it to Mystic since youre the XO. Aside from Mystic as CO and you his second, do we really have a chain of command at all? Also who is above mystic, the Chief of police or Hero Intervention?
Even we mighty can fall.
Abrahms INV/EM Tank 50 +1 Liberty
Herakles Blood INV/SS Tank 42 Virtue
Street Doc EMP/Pistol Defender 29 Liberty
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"Charcoal, better flavor and we have our own starter after all" he states laughingly. "I like a good porterhouse myself, but I am happy cooking anything on the grill.
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Charcoal it is then, Newton said. Im going to get myself a nice thick T-bone. Boy, Im getting hungry just thinking about it.
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He looks over the street again as he continues speaking, and walking around the edges of the roof to check the perimeter. By the way what did your lab tech have to say about the goop. Let me guess alien origin, and where in deep doo. I think we need start actually pulling watches, until we teach these evil doer types we arent such pushovers. Could you mention it to Mystic since youre the XO. Aside from Mystic as CO and you his second, do we really have a chain of command at all? Also who is above mystic, the Chief of police or Hero Intervention?
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Ill mention it, but Im not even sure if the chain of command makes me the XO, Newton said with laughter. I sure dont look to be in charge. Im just a dude who can get people to get along with me. And through me, they can get along with each other. He nodded then, his laughter subsiding. You are right, though. We do need to set up some sort of watch. Ive been covering it whenever Im at the office mainly cause thats where the food is.
As far as whos above Mystic, Im not even sure. I was sent here by a crooked judge and Hero Intervention. Newton shrugged. Contempt of court. Although, really, I just have contempt of judge.
Abrahms shoulders move with his quiet laughter. "I let you in on a secret Newton, I volunteered for this post. The guy from HI showed asking for a volunteer from my squad. Thing is the barracks were getting boring, so I said sure. I mean I am 85 i thought this would be a good way to slowly get out of the super warfare." Sighing he shakes his head and looks back to Newton. "But I have always believed that old saying, with power responsibility. So here I am until I am to old to do this garbage anymore." Patting the young man on the back, "now you know my idea of semi-retirement, what do you think" The smile obvious on his face.
Even we mighty can fall.
Abrahms INV/EM Tank 50 +1 Liberty
Herakles Blood INV/SS Tank 42 Virtue
Street Doc EMP/Pistol Defender 29 Liberty
Sting rested fitfully in his room. Though exhausted there had been a little too much going on that day and his mind couldnt quite leave it alone while he slept.
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Agent Becker pulled together his team. Despite many years of experience and many stakeouts that lasted weeks, even months, he was getting antsy. This find had gotten him some attention from the right people and if he could pull this off he was clearly looking good and definitely on the fast track up the ladder.
Ok men this is the plan: Well draw Poison Sting out of the two-six. As soon as he is clear you six agents will go in. Now dont give me that look Ive got two tanks and two Crisis Units on standby to take the brunt of the hero damage. Try to keep fire on Mystic Inferno and Newtons Apple. He showed pictures of the two heroes on a large computer monitor. Those two can be hurt with gunfire or frozen with cryo-pistols.
He stopped for a moment as he brought up pictures of Abrahms and Rough Justice. These two you should stay away from. Let the tanks and Crisis Units handle them. Also be careful of Mystic Infernos fireballs. Keep spread out.
That will certainly keep the folks at the two-six busy while I cover Hive Queens attack on Poison Sting. She will make her best effort to bring him in, but if that fails we will capture him or just take him out. Once you get a signal from me, I want you to clear out through standard routes.
He looked around the room as he brought up an overhead view of the area around the front of the two-six. Ok, lets go over some firing angles.
"Shut up Mr. Burton, you are not brought upon this world to get it!" - Lo Pan
@MadGremlin
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"I let you in on a secret Newton, I volunteered for this post. The guy from HI showed asking for a volunteer from my squad. Thing is the barracks were getting boring, so I said sure. I mean I am 85 i thought this would be a good way to slowly get out of the super warfare." Sighing he shakes his head and looks back to Newton. "But I have always believed that old saying, with power responsibility. So here I am until I am to old to do this garbage anymore." Patting the young man on the back, "now you know my idea of semi-retirement, what do you think" The smile obvious on his face.
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One heck of a retirement, Newton said, shaking his head. I dont honestly expect to live to see 85. Were not in a line of work that has great retirement benefits, either. He cleared his throat and changed the subject. Let me go fetch that food and a grill. Be right back, Newton threw himself back into a wormhole and appeared outside of the grocery store down the street.
Sean busied himself in the garage moving things into a pile, back by the steel roller door to the out side. The pile consisted of what was left of the smashed work bench, pieces of cars basically everything except for the two engine blocks he still wanted to make a weight bar out of.
It took him a few minutes of looking to find that the door controls no longer functioned. So finally he just muscled the door up. The startled homeless man jumped back, grumbling his pile of boxes being dislodged by the rising door. "Take it easy mister, howd you like to move into the back of this old squad car." Dragging the wheel less squad car out of the garage. By its tow bar accompanied by a great deal of crunching and grinding cement. 
He moved it to the far side of the parking area in the back. He then proceeded to pile the rest of the scrap back there as well. Funny how the pile was more like an obstacle then just a heap of scrap.
Even we mighty can fall.
Abrahms INV/EM Tank 50 +1 Liberty
Herakles Blood INV/SS Tank 42 Virtue
Street Doc EMP/Pistol Defender 29 Liberty
The phone at the front desk of the two-six rang.
To whoever answered a gruff voice asked, I need to speak to Poison Sting. Tell him Harold has some more information.
When Sting was roused he spoke briefly into the phone. Under the Third Street bridge? Yeah I know where it is. Ill be there in a couple minutes.
Well my little weasel friend says he might have some more information for me. Im going to go meet him. I should be back in a few minutes. Sting grabbed one of the standard issue radios and headed out.
"Shut up Mr. Burton, you are not brought upon this world to get it!" - Lo Pan
@MadGremlin
A bored Rough Justice, was making his way up from the garage lvl when the phone rang. "Yah Two Six, uh huh... ok hang on I'll get" Setting the phone down, "STING PHONE, IT"S HAROLD"
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When Sting was roused he spoke briefly into the phone. Under the Third Street bridge? Yeah I know where it is. Ill be there in a couple minutes.
Well my little weasel friend says he might have some more information for me. Im going to go meet him. I should be back in a few minutes. Sting grabbed one of the standard issue radios and headed out.
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"I am bored want some company?" Sean asks the Poision Sting, in an almost exuberent voice.
Even we mighty can fall.
Abrahms INV/EM Tank 50 +1 Liberty
Herakles Blood INV/SS Tank 42 Virtue
Street Doc EMP/Pistol Defender 29 Liberty
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"I am bored want some company?" Sean asks the Poision Sting, in an almost exuberent voice.
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"Naw, poor Harold is about as skittish as can be - he'd freak if I showed up with someone." Sting chuckled slightly. "Especially someone else who might enjoy terrorizing him! I'll be back in a couple minutes."
Sting leapt away and as he did, the small band of Skulls moved out from the alleyways picking up rocks and such while taking aim at the Two-Six.
The Crey agents, who had anonymously paid off the Skulls to perform the act of random violence watched.
The fodder is moving into position now. One said into a radio. Once the heroes make their move start your attack.
Ten Crey agents, two tanks, and two Crisis Units stood at the ready while the Skulls started throwing rocks and garbage at the Two-Six.
((OOC: Crey team will initiate attack (on the heroes) as soon as the heroes attack the Skulls (who will mostly scatter). You have free reign on both groups. The Crey force will start to retreat when pressed too hard.))
"Shut up Mr. Burton, you are not brought upon this world to get it!" - Lo Pan
@MadGremlin
Newton appeared in the front entrance of the Two-Six with five bags of groceries and a charcoal grill floating behind him. Rocks bounced off the building near him. Hey! he cried out as he ducked and shoved the groceries inside the building. If you guys wanted to be invited to the neighborhood Bar-B-Que, all you had to do was asked!
With a quick motion, he sent a wave of gravity at the closest Skull. The leather-bound man was flung back, and got back up growling.
Oh, that was smart, Newton, Newton murmured to himself as he threw a gravity bubble around himself. Bullets ricocheted off the force field, and the skulls pulled out there hand to hand weapons.
Newton keyed his comm device he wasnt even sure who still had one that worked and yelled into it. Skulls rampaging out front! he called out. Assistance would be appreciated!
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Sting leapt away and as he did, the small band of Skulls moved out from the alleyways picking up rocks and such while taking aim at the Two-Six.
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"Well sitting around here, is like old hoe week. Watch yourself Newton." He grabbed a couple of bags from Newton to get them inside. With a rebel yell he jumps to the bottom of the steps, two of the skulls took not of him. They raised there guns and shot at Rough Justice. "It's McCallister, run." It was one of the flunkies who yelled. The Deaths Head with the shotgun turned on Rough Justice laughing maniacally, "time to die Sean."
Rough Justice was in front of him faster then he could pull the trigger. With a single punch he sent the skull flying backwards into the wall. The leather clad street tuff slid down to a crumpled unconscious heap.
Even we mighty can fall.
Abrahms INV/EM Tank 50 +1 Liberty
Herakles Blood INV/SS Tank 42 Virtue
Street Doc EMP/Pistol Defender 29 Liberty
"Lady, you are outta you'ze mind to wanna ride to that address! No way!" The cabbie shook his head emphatically, "I can get you near there, but I ain't going there. You gonnna have ta walk the rest!"
Money wouldn't change his mind, nor did she have other options. This was the address she had been given. She had no other method of transport or destination. She knew no other in town.
And she refused to return a failure already.
That was how she ended up walking the last eight city blocks, slender and demure in ankle-length dove grey cashmere dress, white woolen overcoat , silk-banded box hat, and heels while pulling an antique steamer trunk.
The only thing missing were the local charitable society.
Oh wait, there they were.....
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There HAS to be a way to get this spirit of flame thing to stop. The last thing I can possibly need is to burst into a efreeti with no notice. Controlling efreetis, summoning efreetis
wouldnt THAT have been nice if Id read the correct spells. Hmm. They look like little impish licks of flame. I suppose I have time to- DAMN IT! Stick to the subject matter at hand. Mystic was pouring over the book again, its glowing pages lighting up his dim office. Too often you get caught up in the
whats this then? Demon summoning? I suppose it WOULD be useful if I could
Why this hardly seems difficult at all. Perhaps just a small demon to start. We could certainly use the help.
Moments later, all alone on the second floor, Mystic drew several magical symbols on the floor with flame. He was deep in evocation when the phone rang. Shrugging it off, he proceeded to infuse the symbols with magical energy. He fondled his magical amulet, in which he would store spells of healing, recovery, protection, enhanced power, accuracy, and even spells designed to bring him back from the brink of death or snap him from a daze or magical spell that holds him in place. He activated four of his most powerful energy spells during the summoning to control the creature, making it not too powerful to control.
The flames flared black, and an awful smell entered the room as POOF! Black smoke erupted from the center of the symbols and a small humanoid with tiny red horns appeared. The creature immediately summoned up its defensive auras of darkness and took a fighting stance. He looked around and quickly became
confused.
You, summoned me, master? Mystic had invoked the communication portion of the summoning spell correctly, giving the imp a greater vocabulary.
Hmmm. Youre not much of a demon. I was hoping for something scarier. Is this your scariest or can you get bigger? Is that a jersey? Are you wearing a jersey? No no no, this wont do at all. You dont look scary in the slightest bit. Mystic was shaking his head and looking over the book.
Satanz Little Helper cocked his head to the side, and his big, black eyes looked out of his grey face. His mane of red and black hair grew wild, parted in two spots by his blood red horns. His jersey hung off of his tiny frame, displaying the face of a devil on the front. Below that, he had a skinsuit and some boots. He carried two bracers, which had long since lost their magical powers. Mystic was right. He was anything but scary, especially when compared to a Behemoth Master or Overlord.
It was right about when Mystic had started looking for a spell to put him back that Mystic heard the call go out. Satanz was looking at the holes Nightingales mother had put in his jersey when Mystics head snapped up.
The mages eyes narrowed. Stay close. Mystic flew out the second story window and surveyed the scene from above while Satanz Little Helper teleported to the window and stared out at his hovering master.
((OOC: Jeez, now we have both Steele and Stanz!?!?))
((OOC2: Long post, hope it makes some semblance of sense...))
Sting leapt through Kings Row on his way to meet Harold. He didnt notice the form flying high above him.
The sonic blast slammed him into the rooftop of the building. It took a moment to clear his head but the buzzing stayed. He looked up to see the source of the sound - a female human/insect hybrid flying toward him.
What the f%&$?!?! Sting said as he stood up. I dont know what beef you have with me lady, but if you need your as$ kicked Im more than happy to oblige. He hurled a handful of spines at her, which she easily dodged.
Well now that I have your attention Mr. Eriksson
She left that hanging, enjoying the look on Stings face.
W-What? How do you know my name? Sting stammered, obviously stunned by the fact that she knew his real name.
I was there too. I suffered the same fate as you, but I stuck it out and was rewarded. Now I am the Queen Hive Queen to be exact. I have servants and wealth and everything else I need. You could too
Special Agent Becker clicked in the magnitude on the electronic scope; the crosshairs neatly intersecting Stings head. Would be so much easier if I could just finish him. He mumbled to himself, making sure his microphone was off.
Hive Queen hovered, enjoying watching Sting struggle with the revelation.
So who do you work for now? Who provides all of those comforts and holds your leash? Sting shouted up at her.
Oh no my dear boy, that isnt it at all. Sure there is a benefactor, but I even have my own agents. She said as two Crey patrol guards stepped onto the roof. They are mine to command. Let me show you Boys, go get Mr. Sting there.
The two guards looked at each other for a moment, then raised their submachine guns and fired. Bullets danced around Sting, some striking glancing blows off his chitin as he dodged. A single short leap and he was on top of them. Precise strikes with his spines disarmed them, but they kept coming, throwing punches and kicks at Sting.
Stupid chumps! He growled and cut into one of them with his spines careful to just make superficial wounds, but with enough poison to make the guard fall in pain.
The second guard slammed a solid punch into Stings midsection only succeeding in breaking several bones in his hand. Sting returned the punch and then dropped him with a well-placed elbow. Both guards were unconscious, but neither dead.
Sting stepped back. So much for your lackey boys.
You disappoint me Sting your reputation suggested that you would not show mercy to cattle such as these. She said as she flew down and picked them up. They would have probably survived
but failure cannot be tolerated. She dropped both of the men off the edge of the building to their deaths from twelve stories up.
What the %&$#? People say Im crazy, but you are a psycho!! Sting said.
We need not concern ourselves with the normal humans. They are but playthings for those such as us! She smiled. Join me so that we do not have to suffer these fools except for them to be our servants!
Sting stood silent for a moment looking up at the Hive Queen as she hovered. For a moment Becker actually thought that Sting was going to take her up on the proposal.
Lady, I got no beef with people. It is metas like you that make the normal folks fear and hate us. You may think that you are the Queen, but you are nothing but a slave.
Sting leapt into the air and slashed the Hive Queen with a spine, leaving little more than a scuff. You can stick your self-righteous attitude!
As Sting landed a single shot rang out. Had he been standing still the armor-piercing bullet likely would have made a neat hole through his head, but fortunately it struck his shoulder. Still the bullet penetrated, sending a spray of chitin and blood onto the rooftop.
Sting fell with a shout of pain but kept rolling as a second and third shot hit the building roof. The Hive Queen looked perturbed and glanced in the direction of the sniper. Meanwhile Becker cussed as his first shot only caused a slight wound and his other shots missed their mark.
Stings radio blared with Newtons voice.
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Skulls rampaging out front! he called out. Assistance would be appreciated!
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Sting raised the radio only to have a bullet shatter it before he could radio for help.
Bingo! Becker grinned as he took aim again.
Sting knew there was one place that would at least cause hesitation to the sniper and he leapt. Even with the limited motion of the wounded arm he managed to wrap himself around Hive Queen quite effectively, including fouling her wings and causing both of them to plummet.
They fell between buildings, moving past windows and fire escapes at an ever-increasing pace. The Queen was stronger, and a burst of spines from her loosened Stings grip even further. She extended a spine from a free arm, clearly intending to pierce him.
For some reason that law of physics popped into Stings head and he pushed.
Every action has an equal and opposite reaction.
As they fell between buildings each of them headed toward the edge of the alley and the fire escapes that ran the height of the buildings. Sting was ready and braced himself as he passed through two of them before coming to rest on the third.
Ow, oh that was dumb Sting! He said has he pulled himself up. There were cracks and breaks in his chitin but he could still move.
Hive Queen, not expecting the impact, had taken a little more of a beating, though showed much less of an overall effect. Still partially wrapped in the metal wire of a damaged fire escape she strained against it, bending the bars out of her way. Damn you Sting, you are a dead bug now! She growled.
Becker cussed as he moved to try to get a view of the two between the buildings.
Sting coughed, a little blood trickling out. Nice to meet you, well have to do this again some time. He leapt away, keeping low, back toward the Two-Six.
"Shut up Mr. Burton, you are not brought upon this world to get it!" - Lo Pan
@MadGremlin
"Whatcha got in the trunk, Lady?"
"Hey, a tourist!"
"Wanna party?"
"Like she gets a choice!"
For the moment, the four gangmembers saw only a helpess mark that had wandered into their territory due to who knew what suicidal lemming-like urging. The reason didn't matter nearly as much as the potentially fencable loot in the trunk, the money in her purse, and the body in the off-season Oscar De La Renta dress and Fergamo pumps.
"Take your hands from me!" The woman's voice rose in panic as she tried to evade grasping hands and ill intentions.
"Ooh, lookeee that!" The hat with its silk band hit the debris strewn street, spilling a riot of dark, chocolate-hued curly hair as sounds of conflict echoed from nearby. Three of the thugs looked to the distance and the 'party' they were missing, then back to the one they had lucked on instead. The fourth never took his eyes or hands from her.
"Let... her... go."The stumbling voice issued with powerful resonance from the woman's body, but was far from female or human in nature. Her struggles subsided and she stilled in the fourth thug's grip. It should have been ominous to the quartet, if only they hadn't squandered far too many brain cells on recreational pharmaceuticals to recognize their own doom in the making.
(OOC: Edited for more clarity)
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Abrahms was checking out the new scrap wall along the back of the parking lot, from his vantage point on the roof.
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Skulls rampaging out front! he called out. Assistance would be appreciated!
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A small hop and he was at the front of the two six. What he saw made him happy this new group was quick to respond. The skulls were being taught a painful lesson by Newton and RJ, it looked like they have had about enough as well.
A deep thump sounded to his right, INCOMMING he yelled to everyone in the neighborhood as he dropped prone. The smack and clatter as a grenade hit to his right, bounced off an AC unit then went of beside him. He was hurled by the blast over the edge, bouncing off the pavement. As he climbed to his feet, he could see Mystic above him with a small grey something standing in the window behind him. The shot came from a 3 man unit, in blue and yellow power armor. Keying his mic to all channels we have a Crey crisis team out here; I am on them there back up is a Cryo-Tank by the look of him. Mystic he wont like your flames.
A quick hop and he was slamming glowing fists down in on to the center figure. Turning he delivers a quick 1 2 combo to the right hand figure, just as the left most activates the defensive shields cover all 3. Ah I hate it when you guys do that, I take twice as long to peel you out of that armor. The two he struck were standing swaying in a daze form the energy of the Palm-Palms of doom. Your turn, he informs the third as he steps closer, the team member must have remembered an urgent meeting as he turned and started to run Abrahms caught him on the right shoulder knocking him flat.
Even we mighty can fall.
Abrahms INV/EM Tank 50 +1 Liberty
Herakles Blood INV/SS Tank 42 Virtue
Street Doc EMP/Pistol Defender 29 Liberty
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INCOMMING
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Rough Justice turns quickly looking for the source as he sees the explosion on the roof of the Two Six. As Abrahms comes crashing down, Mystic flys out the window stopping above the melee. He turns his attention back to his former gang, standing he calls to the nearest Skull. Come on let me remind you what street justice is all about. As the Skull turns to run, Sean smiles maliciously letting the punk get to the corner. With a burst of speed he is in front of the skull laughing at the fear he causes, in the gang banger. Get out while you can Stevie. They killed my family for failure youll be no different, consider this a warning and a lesson. With that he threw a weak jab into Stevies belly, there was a popping sound as 2 of his ribs cracked. Dont come back unless you call me first, and your face is clean. Know what I mean He lowered the young man to the ground gently.
Even we mighty can fall.
Abrahms INV/EM Tank 50 +1 Liberty
Herakles Blood INV/SS Tank 42 Virtue
Street Doc EMP/Pistol Defender 29 Liberty
Mystic flew over the growing conflict, scanning the street for threats as of yet unseen, when he spotted a woman struggling with four thugs near a cab. He turned toward the imp, and pointed down at the front door and Newton. Help him.
In a second the Imp was next to the nearest thug threatening Newton, and pounding his darkness covered fists against his frame, draining away his essence.
Mystic flew like a missile toward the cab, slowing and sliding to a stop just as a deep, booming voice issued from the young woman. Oh
A look of recognition came over Mystics face. Not that you could see it behind the mask.
You gonna break up our party, cape? One of the skulls stepped forward with a .357 magnum.
Oh, my goodness no. I really just came to watch. Mystic allowed the power that hed delved so deeply into to, to extend to the woman, who was capable of using it to be nearly as powerful as Mystic himself. It was this kind of bond that the tomes magic imbued one with. Hed tried it with other heroes, but none took such full advantage as those who derived their powers from the same source. Mystic pointed to the woman, good luck, lad.
I f%$#ing hate magic! Sting watched Mystic march back toward his office. Yeah, next time you have your friends over the back door it is.
He walked up to his room grumbling about the days events.
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A knock came on the door of the room Becker was sitting in. Come in.
Here you are sir, this case just arrived for you. The agent said and then turned and left.
Becker looked at the shining black case. He undid the two locks, disabled the four special traps, and then unhooked the secret lock. He opened the case to reveal a long, but disassembled rifle. As he picked up the parts and started carefully cleaning and assembling them he said; Been a while my dear. It has been while since I was out in the field, but now its time to take you out again.
He smiled as he finished assembling the rifle and looked through the electronic scope. Yes my friend Sting, either you join us or I splatter what little brains you have all over Kings Row. He set the rifle down and carefully started loading the clips.
Armor piercing for Sting, Rough Justice, and Abrahms, and hollow points for Newton and Mystic Inferno. He said, cleaning each large round as he loaded them.
"Shut up Mr. Burton, you are not brought upon this world to get it!" - Lo Pan
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