Origins of Nightblade II


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Origins of Nightblade II

Paul Cain; Leader of The Intrafirm was perched on a rooftop looking down on his men. Paul was the former leader of a terrorist organisation that protested what he called blind faith in Meta-humans. The group he was once part of were mostly peaceful, but Paul had a bloodlust that wanted to be quenched and hence he created a splinter group determined to fight Meta-humans the way they fought crime.

It was late; the air was cold, but the night was clear. They moved silently through the alleys of the street, their target was close. The City of Woodbrent was relatively peaceful compared to the neighbouring states Paragon City. The five men rounded a tight corner and headed towards the large security door, they had reached Woodbrent Bank. The back entrance to the largest bank in the city was well defended to say the least. It was monitored by Closed Circuit Television, Two large security doors, Audio and Proximity Sensors and not to mention a manned security station. But none of it mattered. The doors would soon be unlocked, the sensors were down, the guard was already lying unconscious; they had an inside man.
The men huddled round the door, quietly whispering to themselves. Within seconds they had breached the first door, the moved with precision checking all security systems making sure that their entrance had been a success. Efficiently they moved to the second security door, it didn’t move. The group fell silent, the code had failed. From his perch Paul heard the bad news he was not angry or annoyed simply determined, now was not the time, heads will roll he thought but not now. “C4” was all he said into his headset microphone…things hadn’t gone to plan but the operation was still on target.

The explosion rocked the building and smoke began to plume out of the initial door, a smile breached Paul’s lips “Showtime”

As the smoke cleared the men stepped through the smouldering door and into the Main Hall of the bank, they spotted their target, not the money…Nightblade. Once again he knew what they had planned.

He stood there in the shadows, and then moving with lightning speed engaged the first two men. Nightblade’s dark strapped leather suit moved almost silently through the darkness, the glint of his Katana visible only momentarily in the torchlight. The first two men hit the floor almost instantly, they were not dead but they would not be getting up soon. The final three men rapidly retreated and naturally Nightblade gave chase.

Paul saw the first man retreat and raised his rifle. Nightblade was only a man, and Paul knew he would not miss. Moments later his second agent had left building followed by the third. Nightblade would be next; his time had come.
Paul barely had time react when he saw the flash to the left of him, the heat, the pain that came over him was astounding. Paul felt himself drop from the building and hitting the ground near the banks door, he was paralysed for the moment and had a front row view as the figure leapt from the building adjacent to his perch, he saw the three bursts of lightning lance from the acrobatic figure and strike his three men, they too joined him rolling on the damp alley floor followed but the light-footed landing of the figure, Paul knew Nightblade worked alone; who was this new abomination?…before he blacked out he heard the words “Well done Nightblade two”

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Should really be in Creative I think, but a nice story