Appearing with a crack, beside the Detective and Officer Emilies left gauntlet glows a faint red and she prepares a punch for the advancing man if he could skip the shield, training her rifle on the rest as her targeting software quickly picks out non lethal shot locations, high powered piercing rounds loading automatically. All the better to avoid shrapnel being lodged in the body.
A haze of light shimmered around the female officer as she tried to form a cage around the stampeding brute but he was too fast and agile, he dodged the cage and redirected at full speed towards the woman. "Police!" shouted the man next to her, "you are under arrest". The remaining words rang inside the brute's mind like a dozen church bells. It caused a sharp headache that only made him angrier. Suddenly, the ground beneath him froze up in a thin layer of ice which almost took him off balance. The immediate temperature dropped dramatically and cold raindrops drizzled onto his black suit.
"Hey watch it will ya?" screamed the brute. "This is f*cking Versace!" but he was quickly forced to his knees, clamping his head in pain. Someone was messing with his mind but this wasn't the first time. The brute's face contorted with pure rage, his eyes blood red as he fought off the psychic intrusion. It was the man in the uniform, but he was now distracted, checking to see what the rest of the gang was doing. This was his chance to pummel him. Enraged and berserk, he charged. Out of nowhere, something appeared in his path, a woman with a glowing gauntlet and an poised rifle. Instinctively, the angry brute threw an arm into her, with such ferocity, enough to shatter a wall. Without stopping to find out if he struck or missed, the hulk powered on into melee range and struck wildly at the female police officer, aiming a fatal blow to her chest.
Meanwhile, inside the hotel, a large dark skinned man was pacing up and down a hallway, naked, with nothing but a cellphone in hand. The phone rang and he slammed it to his ear. "Ah-I f-f-f*cked up man, p-police are eh-eh-everywhere" he stammered, struggling to keep his voice at a whisper. "Y-you m-mean, y-you c-came f-for m-me? Sh-[censored] man, th-thank you. W-where sh-should I g-go?" he asked. "Y-yeah I g-got the m-money. Ah-about twe-twenty m-million. E-e-its in a s-s-safe place" he reported, waiting for whoever was on the other end to reply. "Oh-okay, g-good idea."
Minutes later, Lieutenant Hicks stepped out of the elevators and onto the lobby. He hastily made his way across and towards the exit, starring the two security guards squarely in the eyes. "Excuse me, Lieutenant" said the guard, "I'll need to see some ID, your orders."
Gnash's attention was torn back to the income brute , the clear priority was to keep the fiends fists at bay ....
Gnash unleashed a maelstrom of kinetic energy around himself , ((hurricane-slotted for tohitdebuff)) and stepped in to block the deadly fists attacks .....and then countered by plunging
the brutes mind and body in to a freezing chaos of disruption((snow storm )) ....
you will surrender , resist and deadly force will be employed .... droned out of Gnash's mouth ..
..activating his radio mic , Gnash shared the news of the incoming thugs ....
all units ,all units , code 11 ,...246 in progress Hotel Geneva , Atlas ..Officers engaged ..Officers engaged
(( web says code 11 = swat request , 246 = shooting in inhabited area ))
Emily jumps away from the blow, grabbing out with her free hand to hook round his arm. The powerful swing catches her in the stomach and she grits through blow even as it gets past her padded armour. Barely hanging on she uses the momentum of the blow to swing her around and up onto his back, grabbing at his hair with the gauntleted hand and pressing her impact rifle to his shoulder, squeezing the trigger as her visor filters out the maelstrom that Gnash has just whipped up.
"You asked for it!"
The wounded brute turned around quickly to see his friends retreating and he followed suit. His mission to distract was done. Fighting through the cold, he made his way to the main road outside the hotel.
Lieutenant Hicks failed to produce identification at the hotel exit and the two security guards were growing suspicious. "I must have lost my badge upstairs" he said. "Open the doors and let me out, its okay."
But the guards knew better. Suddenly, a black 1960's cadillac screeched to a halt on the sidewalk outside the hotel, a man in a black suit peered out from the windows. "Get your [censored] in Gold" he screamed. Lieutenant Hicks bolted from the security guards, through the glass doors and into the cadillac.
With a cloud of dirt and smoke, the cadillac hit the road, circled around the block and came back to pick up some of the remaining men in suits.
As the last of the men in suits fled, the black cadillac shimmered and disappeared into thin air. Lieutenant Hicks came running out of the hotel wearing only his Spongebob Squarepants boxer shorts. "Damn it!" he shouted, fuming that the killer managed an escape. It didn't take too long for him to realise passerbys were pointing and laughing. "What's so funny?" he bellowed, spinning on his heels and storming back into the hotel. He snatched a radio off a nearby officer and pressed it to his lips. "Back to the station! Debrief in twenty minutes, I want this case filed and prioritised!" He released the broadcasting button and began muttering. "These madmen have just made themselves a dangerous enemy. Nobody messes with the Police, nobody makes me look like an idiot!"
"No!" Jennifer shouted, sending a wave of randomised disruption toward where the car had been. There was no target to aim for, nothing but the remote hope of scrambling whatever had hidden it before its escape was complete. She cursed, and relaxed the power, putting her gun back in its holster. "You got any idea what the hell what the hell we're dealing with here?" she asked Gnash.
Knights Exemplar: Wolfram, Autumnfox, Starlit Spirit.
Militia: The Portent, Wavekite, Mr. Sandman.
The Cadre: WarpLocke, Zajin.
Numerous others.
Picking herself and dusting herself off, Emily give a frustrated hiss as the tracer she'd planted on the brute when out of service on her HUD. Flicking her left thumb to key in the motion sequence to teleport her gun away she returns to the rest of the detectives.
"He hits like a truck. I'm wondering if he's mutant or something enhanced through artificial means, we've got plenty of samples to get to the labs at least and find out."
Clicking her tongue in frustration she adds "And a Shapeshifter to deal with. Don't trust anyone you haven't tested first. He can look like someone, but he doesn't have their memories, or... at least I hope not."
."he also is very immune to degrading powers , he threw off slowing and holding measures with easy ...extreme force will be needed , load for bear , Agent Emily .."
Gnash smiled , his face returning to a more human hue ...
" so whos up for coffee , there is a good place just across from the park ."
Twenty minutes later at the police station, Lietenant Hicks addressed the team of officers and detectives, with a board of photographs and files on the murder case right behind him. "Bad news! The killer, who was literaly right under our noses the whole time managed to escape, aided by twelve other men. Those men will undoubtedly be hunted down, but that's another case. Good news... we solved the murder! Victims were Maria Gardner and Abigail Christenson, ripped apart by a vicious monster whose true identity is as yet undetectable. In trying to escape, the killer displayed an ability to shed skin and shapeshift into other people. It is with this paranormal skill that he or it assumed the skin of Maria and began a series of bank robberies. Undercover, he hired her for sex and entered Hotel Geneva earlier this week. Once in Room 4, the killer attacked Miss Gardner and began to eat her, then commensing to sex her corpse on a daily basis. Our theory is, this killer needs to actually consume parts of the human bodies he wishes the change into, which is probably why he knocked me out and ate half the hair on my head." The lieutenant looked uneasy. "This case will be filed as solved, and await further evidence on the killer and his dozen friends. Until then, its duties as normal. Any questions?"
Flipping through the case file, Emily had called her partner Beth to come pick up the samples she'd got and have her analyze them including skin from the dead victims for comparison. She wasn't as good as the Lab Bunnies but she was still a Sara Clone and she knew the buisness. Hopefully she'd get something useful back, even if it was just traces of unknown DNA.
"How is the case solved if we don't actually have anyone arrested for it? Or any indication of who or where they currently are?" Emily One asks simply. "It seems you're just giving up on it come the first complication."
"Well of course the case is not solved Agent Emily" said the lieutenant. "But until we get a lead on the killer, this murder case is closed. You understand what I'm saying?" he added, hinting at an uncomfortable subtext.
(( Sorry if I don't do this right, I'm new at RPing on here ))
A deep, gravelly voice piped up from the back of the room:
"And how do we know that you're not this...thing? You said so yourself it ate some of your hair."
"I'm trusting on the assumption that memories aren't translated when matter is consumed. If you'd like to give us some small facts only you could know Officer?" quickly adds on Emily to the raised voices concerns.
Stone-Fist stepped out of the crowd. "The young lady is right. If you ARE the real you, then you'll be able to tell us exactly when you first received the murder report. The officers under your command should be able to back you up if you're right"
"I received the case file at exactly seven o' clock this morning when I arrived at my desk" said the lieutenant, matter-of-factly. "And if I'm under suspicion, swipe a metal detector across my knee, near my implants. No shifter I know can duplicate implants. Would that make you happy?" he asked, sarcastically. "Listen, we all know how fu*ked up this city is, yeah, in a world corrupted with unexplainable, supernatural sh*t, try and guess how many unsolved murder cases there are in this precinct alone. Now multiply that number by a hundred because that's how many are swept under the carpet. If you got a problem with that, then fine, get back out there and go hunt the shifter. Me, I'm doing just fine, trying to stay alive and saving as many other poor schmucks meanwhile." Hicks fell silent, an intense gaze boring into the officers.
"I would like to question Aeon corp if anyone is interested. I have heard rumours that they have been experimenting with genetics lately. If they're not connected then they may have some extra leads for the case"
"Excuse me, who is this?" asked the Lieutenant, looking to an administrative officer. He didn't wait for an answer before turning to the newcomer directly. "Who are you?" he asked, in a tone intended to ridicule. "Which force?"
Stone-Fist stepped into better lighting. Before the Lieutenant stood what could only be described as a man carved out of stone. The tribal marks on his face, and his eyes, pulsed with magic.
"I am Stone-Fist. I may not be the right hero for this sort of case, but with the right team I'm sure we could solve it. If you don't want my help then fine, but as a hero I have the right to work on this case."
The lieutenant muttered something under his breath to a nearby colleague which sounded like, "Fu*king mother of all freaks, you know what I hate, heroes who just stroll into the Police Station, step into your face and expect to work a case." He turned to the walking talking breathing gargoyle. "Alright Stone-Fist. Talk to Officer Sula, she'll give you a copy of the case files. Meetings frigging ajorned, I'm outta this hell hole" he muttered, grabbing his long coat and striding towards the door. From his seat, reverend Pious calmly watched him leave.
Stone-Fist turned towards a calm-faced man who was sitting down, gave a shrug, then walked off to look for Officer Sula.
After 10 minutes he asked one of the on-duty officers where he could find him.
(( Now this is the bit where I am confused, do I control Sula or, as TC, do you do that Pious? ))
((Sula would be me. 
))
Jennifer approached the hero who was asking after her, photocopied files in hand. "Excuse me, sir? Are these what you're looking for?" She held them out for him to take. "Don't worry about the lieutenant. He's just had a very bad day." And deserved it, a bit.
Knights Exemplar: Wolfram, Autumnfox, Starlit Spirit.
Militia: The Portent, Wavekite, Mr. Sandman.
The Cadre: WarpLocke, Zajin.
Numerous others.
(( Thank you Wolfram ))
Stone-Fist glanced at the young woman before him and examined the files she was holding out to him. "Officer Sula? Yes, thank you. Is he usually like this?" Stone-Fist took the files carefully from her.
Officer Gnash broke out of his funk and stood up , how did the killer coordinate with the car borne shooters , I felt no psychic usage , do we have any signal intelligence from the scene ?
.. also ,assuming the shooters arnt face-changers , lets get some mugshots up here and find the CCTV footage from the area ...no one gets away with this ..
The face of Gnash became grim and harsh to the beholder , the lips thinned and the colour drained from the flesh ...
Police ! , you are under arrest .. was spat from Gnash's mouth , concurrent with his psychic powers removing a large amount of thermal energy from beneath the on coming thugs feet ((Freezing Rain )) ...
Gnash assumed the villain would not comply and so he went to work on the target's mind ....((dominate)) ..detaching the foe's conciousness from the outside world ....Gnash then checked to see what the rest of the suit'ed gangers where up to ...