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Post by GuardianAngel1911-Admin on Mar 4, 2014 19:51:51 GMT
The stars shimmer in a moonless sky over New York, as the people go about their business on the streets a mysterious figure moves across the rooftops clad in crimson glass armor. Shatter, the mysterious vigilante, to the people of the city he's an urban legend, to the criminal underworld he's an angel of doom. He scans the street around the Gilded Gator, he'd heard through the grape vine a few thugs were planning on hitting the place tonight, Shatter planned on hitting them back. Normally he didn't seek out thugs, but recently he'd noticed a change, the criminal underworld was scared, gangs were doing big jobs then leaving, petty thieves were suddenly becoming bolder and more reckless so they could pay their way to other countries, the heads of the big crime syndicates had long since fled the city. The rats were jumping the ship, Shatter was determined to find out why. He knew his actions weren't the reason for their fleeing. Something big was coming, a storm, something that would change this city forever, he could feel it. He saw one of the owners of the restaurant through the front windows getting ready to close up. "Okay Jimmie...you're information better have been good, otherwise I'm going to make you shit lightbulbs for a month.." Shatter muttered under his breath as he waited for the thugs to show up and make their move.
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Post by shadowknight on Mar 4, 2014 21:30:51 GMT
---Branson Felth 'Damn.' He thought as he closed the safe door. 'Not good, need to advertise more I guess.'
Felth shook his head as he sighed to himself. It hadn't always been like this. The Gator had brought in good money when it first opened, now....now it was barely getting by. Catching a glass from below the counter he poured hims self some coke and sat down in a booth, his shoulders slumped. 'What are we going to do if this place goes under?' His mind flashed back to his family, his brother and mother. Branson missed them greatly but there was no way he could go back.
*ding ding*
He was shaken from his thoughts by the bell over the door. Quickly he slid from his seat. Five men stood near the entrance. 'This is going to be trouble.......'
"Were clothes gentlemen." he said in a mock chipper tone, hoping hard that he could dissuade them from what he knew they were here to do. "Come back tomorrow."
The leader, a gruff looking man just shorter than Felth, brought up a pistol from under his dark gray coat. "Lou, you said this joint would be empty."
A shorter man with a cigar in his mouth shrugged. "Sorry boss."
Felth moved closer, '9mm, ok, I can handle that.' "Look guys, I'm kind of in a hurry, If you leave now I won't call the cops."
"Yea, and I could kill you now and not take that chance."
Felth had moved back in mock fear, he tossed up his hands . "Look gu-" A figure dropped in to an ally across the street. This distracted Felth for a moment, the gun went off . Pain shot of from his chest and he tossed himself to the ground. Felth rolled up into a crouch behind a low wall, the temperature in the room started to drop as he fought against a power flair, the sound of shattered glass was followed by a sharp scream.
"What are you waiting for Shoot HIM!"
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Post by GuardianAngel1911-Admin on Mar 4, 2014 22:05:07 GMT
The windows behind the thugs suddenly shattered slicing the gunmans hand off causing the gun to hit the floor as he clutched the bleeding stump crying out in pain.
"WHAT THE FUCK!" The man in the dark gray coat shouted as his blood drained out. Shatter leapt into the building through the now glassless window pains and landed in front of the thugs.
"Hello boys, so who want's to buy me dinner" He smirked under his mask as their eyes widened in fear.
"Shatter...but I thought this guy was a myth...." one of the men said trembling and backing towards the door.
"Myths don't cut peoples hands off dumbass...but let's see how they take bullets to the face" Lou said drawing a .50 cal revolver and firing it at Shatter's face, the bullets hit the glass mask and fell flat to the floor, not even cracking it, as the last of Lou's six shots hit the ground Shatter let out a chuckle.
"You know, Louie my man, most guys only get three strikes. Your lucky I gave you six. But now....your out!" Shatter said thrusting his hand forward sending a round shield made of glass flying into the poor shmuck and sending him flying out through the window pane.
"Shit...I'm getting out of here" The thug from earlier said.
"Me too..." One of the others said shoving his way out the door the others following.
"Oh no you don't boys, I'm not done with you" The glass of the door erupted into the thugs nailing them to the ground and the wall without serious injury. Shatter grinned again then turned to the boss lying on the ground bleeding. "Okay then, Mickey right? Mickey the Fist they call you right..well guess they'll be calling you Mickey the Stump now, if you make it to a hospital."
"Go FUCK yourself asshole" Mickey snarled clutching his bloody wrist.
"Please tell me we're not seriously doing this? You just saw me trash your gang with no effort so let's skip me threatening and you being stubborn..." A lance of glass appeared pressing its blade to his throat "...and we jump straight to you squealing like the piggy you are." Shatter watched as the thugs eyes widen in fear.
"What're you after? The boss is down in Cuba you can't touch him."
"Don't care that he's in Cuba what I want to know is why, why did Rickie Marlow run like a dog with his tail between his legs, you can tell me, or I can shove this lance down your throat and out your ass, skipping your mouth so you can scream the whole time."
"You don't know? There's some new guy on the scene....a freak like you....he's making his way city by city taking over every gang he comes across...the families are scared..and you should be too. He's going to make this city his bitch."
"Give me a name and I'll consider getting you an Ambulance."
"Don't got a name...but they call him the Grizzly...."
"So your scared of a hairy man in a speedo?"
"No you sarcastic twit, he's called that because of the things he does to the people who get between him and what he wants"
"Yeah...keep calling the guy holding your life in his hands a twit that'll win ya brownie points. So he's a serial killer looking to create a national crime syndicate or something?"
"I don't know what he wants....no one does....all I know...is the smart people are getting as far away from this city as possible before all hell breaks loose"
Okay, good enough." Shatter kicked him in the gut and then walked over to where the owner had dived. "Hey man, you okay?" He grabbed the mans hand and pulled him to his feet.
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Post by MugiwaraBlair on Mar 4, 2014 22:54:36 GMT
---DarkStar
Turned out being a superhero was harder than it would seem, how do you find crime ? It's not like in comics where there's blatantly public villains after all. But she had overheard people whispering about another one like her, or well, another special one at least, a vigilante of sorts, allegedly just an urban legend but given what had happened to her recently her skepticism was shaky, which ended up being good intuition, "Shatter" was real, she had found him, and better yet he was following something. Observing him from above, much as he observed that little restaurant. A small group of shady individuals knocked at the door, she heard what was presumably the owner politely telling them off. One of them pulled out a gun and managed to get in, how exactly she couldn't tell, this vision zoom and enhanced hearing were still unwieldy. She heard a gun shot but this Shatter guy got involved pretty fast so she opted to keep surveilling a little more. Moments later there was another gunshot, shattered glass, screams of pain, etc. Followed by one of the thugs running out, clutching one of his arms against his gut. "Was he getting away ? Or was he let go ?" she thought, "Well I guess there's no harm asking" she told herself before swooping down in a split-second and clumsily landing in front of him, a tad too fast which left some cracks on the pavement.
"What the hell ?! Who the fuck are you ? I already told everything to that other freak, leave me alone I'm bleeding god dammit !"
"Oh so he let you go then ? A'ight I guess...nvm mind me.."
While the wounded sob started running again she lightly tapped the ground with her feet, trying to reposition her soles, it felt weird, she looked down.
"Ah shit, my sneakers are ruined..."
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Post by shadowknight on Mar 4, 2014 22:57:28 GMT
Felth@Shatter
-----Branson Felth
Frost clung to the crimson glass gauntlets as Felth slumped against a near wall. 'What a mess.' He thought to himself as he took in the carnage.
"Are you okay?"
"Yea," felth shook his head finally getting forcing the power flair back down....it was....painful. "Look, I appreciate the assist but....This is going to be hell to clean up."
A cloud of breath came from under the crimson mask. Felth saw Shatter look down at the frost that still clung to his gauntlets. 'Got to think of something......'
Felth felt his powers start to flare again. 'No, not now!'
"Wha--" Felth fell through the wall. Passing effortlessly through with out damaging it, and landing in the back ally, the sudden shift caught him by surprise causing him to land hard on the dirty pavement. Sirens could be heard in the distance, getting louder. Shatter had apparently heard them as well , for Felth spotted him pulling himself on top of a low apartment complex. He paused long enough to look down at Felth who was dusting himself off....then he took off.
Five minutes later Branson Felth stood with Cop, a cop who looked burnt out as hell, trying to explain how they ended up the way they did. Making up a story on the spot about hiding in the back room was enough for the tired officer. And as the Ambulances departed, Felth stood apart from the group, staring up at the apartment's roof top. 'Something is coming. I heard every word........,' He asked himself, 'What are you going to do about it?'
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Post by Knukails on Mar 4, 2014 23:23:37 GMT
Marcus
This is how life should be. Bottle of rum in one hand, 1911 in the other, sitting on the beach watching the sunset. Marcus raised his pistol & squeezed a couple shots a a row of can he set. 150 meters & I'm drunk. God i should've been a sniper. He rubs one of his scars. Marcus was enjoying retirement from the Army & florida was perfect for him. Rum a plenty, beautiful women & nice beaches. He takes a swig from the bottle & checks out news stories on his phone. Mysterious vigilante on the streets of NY. Marcus laughed as he read. Goddamn they really must be putting something in the water. Despite his apparent happiness Marcus missed the Army life..more specifically he missed War. A perfect shot, unnatural luck when it came to bullets & shrapnel missing him. The super soldier enhancements didn't hurt. *Sigh* Civilian life is boring as hell. He fires off a few more shots. I wish something would happen, i need some action.
He looks at the 1911 in his hand. One of a pair, he used them extensively in the war. He put the gun to his head & pulled the trigger. *click*…*click click click* He point the gun at the cans. *blam blam blam blam* One of these day's I'm gonna figure out why my luck is that good. He walks out to the beach. A super soldier that the Army doesn't really know exists, all my friends are dead which means no one know's I'm even still alive. Hell i've technically been retired throughout that war. I need something to do. Marcus didn't know that his wish was about to come true.
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Post by GuardianAngel1911-Admin on Mar 4, 2014 23:25:19 GMT
Shatter watched the scene with the cops from a distance, so, he wasn't the only one with special abilities in this town. The owner of the restaurant, and the mysterious woman who topped Mickey. Things were getting much more interesting. Normally he would have fixed the windows but the police arrived faster than usual. Now he had to figure out who this..Grizzly was. Anyone who could send crime syndicates into a frenzy of fear like this was trouble. But what could he want. 'Okay, so this Grizzly character is coming to town....well then I'll have to get ready. And maybe I should get this restaurateur involved too. Clearly he doesn't have his powers under control yet..perhaps I can give him a hand. Could use all the help I can get for this. If I'm lucky maybe I'll be able to track down that woman too.' Either way, he wasn't alone anymore. Question was, would this be a good thing. Or a bad thing.
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Post by GuardianAngel1911-Admin on Mar 4, 2014 23:27:01 GMT
KnukailsSuddenly a massive explosion went off at Patricks AF base and gunfire and artillery fire begin roaring in the distance, something big was going down.
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Post by Knukails on Mar 5, 2014 1:10:41 GMT
Marcus
I really feel like an asshole now. He stood for a second before he recognized the gun fire. Those are M-16's & 14's…Patricks! Marcus sprinted of the beach towards his chopper. He paused for a moment deciding whether to run or hop on. He grabs the other 1911 & sprints past traffic into Patricks AF base. Goddamn…whats happening? The base was a war zone. An airman spotted Marcus & fired. Marcus sprinted against the bullets that seems to change direction when they got close. He made it the the Airman & relived him of his rife. Friendly fire asshole! Marcus raised his dog tags. "Sorry sergeant, we're under attack"! Marcus handed the rifle back. From what? An explosion erupted from the airfield. Tell your boy's not to fire on me. The airman nodded & keyed his radio as Marcus dashed towards the airfield.
What the fu-. A jeep flying his way cut Marcus's words. He jumped through the open doors & kept sprinting towards a massive beast of a man. AF was pounding him with everything they had, he watched the man shrug off hits from an anti-tank missile that streaked from the sky. A Flight chief came up behind Marcus. "Son, we gotta Oscor-Mike. 130's coming in hot, ETA in 4". I thought AF doesn't do Danger Close? "We'll have to if we can't get him into that smoke"! The chief pointed at a plume of red smoke 30 meters behind the man. Marcus nodded as the Flight Chief ran to another squad. Marcus gritted his teeth. I got 4 minutes. He sprints towards the man firing his 1911's. The man laughs. "A challenger"! I got your challenge bastard! Marcus dodged around the concrete & vehicles the man threw until he ran out of ammo. The man wasn't close to the smoke & he could hear the 130 coming. The man lifts an Warthog & throws it at Marcus. Im not dying here! Something inside him clicked. His eye's glowed Gold, RRraaaaaghhh! Marcus threw up his hands making the Jet stop in the air then then pushed his hands forward sending into the man. The jet exploded on impact sending the man into the smoke. Marcus fell onto his back exhausted. He felt someone dragging him as he saw the 130 come into view. Just in time. The howitzers opened up as Marcus went unconscious.
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Post by GuardianAngel1911-Admin on Mar 5, 2014 1:25:45 GMT
Grizzly laughed and walked towards the unconcious super soldier and slapped him awake after the howitzer fire harmlessly passed through his body the wounds healing before the rounds and explosions were finished. With a casual gesture the howitzers exploded into scrap metal. "Hello there Marcus...I recognize you from their file footage..." he squeezed the little mans throat his voice deep and like the sound of a tank engine "Don't bother trying to speak...listen to my offer, you and I are much alike...in fact...you could say your my older brother...your not of course..my real brother was an asshole. But as they were making me in that lab..the scientists that made you then left the government....they showed me your training footage..wanted me to live up to and surpass you. You were like the older brother I could never live up to...right up until I surpassed you. Now I get stronger every day. Your a relic...a pathetic prototype...but I could still use a man like you in the new order when I take this pathetic marble over. You can't stop me so think it over while I head to New York. A group of masked thugs dragged a large crate of experimental tech out of one of the base buildings a Loki Cybernetics Corp logo on the side. A Chinook hellicopter painted blood red landed and they loaded it on as several blood red Apache's appeared with it opening fire on the base to cover the Chinook. "A new age is coming Marcus...MY age! You can join me...be my faithful second in command....or I can crush you like a flea." Grizzly snarled then threw Marcus to the ground unceremoniously and launched a wall of flames at the troops trying to stop him, bullets bouncing harmlessly off his body as he climbed in the Chinook which then took off the Apache's following, several jets begin to scramble only to suddenly explode on the runway blocking any other planes that would want to get out.
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Post by GuardianAngel1911-Admin on Mar 5, 2014 2:13:18 GMT
Shatter appeared outside the Gilded Gator again, watching from the shadows waiting for the man from the other night to appear again, he planned to confront and talk to the man, give him an offer to help him before this...Grizzly character appeared.
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Post by shadowknight on Mar 5, 2014 3:45:39 GMT
------Watchdog.
Felth didn't go to the Gator that night, technically he hadn't been to work in days. Sending Doppelgangers had got him out of boring class's in High-school, now it allowed him to train with out being bothered. Run, turn, wall...*foot hits the wall bends, springing him in another direction.*. Felth moved swiftly, fluidly over the obstacle course he had setup deep in a rundown warehouse by the docks. He had taken up Parkore, had become quite good at it; however, this wasn't his training, it was a leisure run, a warm up. Tuck, flip....stuck the landing. He the course would have tired a even the most athletic of men but he didn't break a sweat. 'On to power practice' he told himself, spending the next few hours moving and tossing objects with TK, struggling to maintain the hold with anything larger than a folding chair...still, its a start. Then he moved onto the abilities he was more comfortable with, shooting target cans with spikes of ice, freezing and unfreezing large patches of water, sending a spray of intense cold causing whatever it touched to freeze solid, He created a sword and shield of ice and blocking baseball's fired form a pitching machine, slicing them in mid air. Just as the last ball was sent in two different directions....Gun fire erupted in the distance. 'Should I....I don't even have full control yet.......' . He thought back to his meeting with Shatter. His mind was made up, he opened up the suit case he had brought and changed, swapping out his shorts and muscle shirt for black jeans, a gray t-shirt, black sneakers & socks, a black logo-less ball cap, black leather belt, gray gloves, and a thigh length black leather trench coat. A set of dark sunglasses and a gray cloth wrapped around his mouth and chin concealed his identity. Leaving the suitcase behind he took off at a jog, running down the lightly trafficked sidewalk towards the gunfire. Minutes later he was at the place. A cop car sat burning in the street. One officer lay dead , the other was behind a K-rail pinned by gunfire. Four gunmen were hold up in a gas station, the attendant was huddled in a ball in the corner, distant sirens could be herd but they weren't going to reach the place in time. He took off down an ally and circled unseen to the back of the store. 'Ok,' he told himself, 'Now or never'
With a deep breath he was inside. The attendant nearly fainted as he watched Felth walk through the wall.
"Grab the money!" one of the gunmen yelled as he popped the remaining police officer in the shoulder as he popped up for a look.
A man turned, his eyes going wide. He was white, his expression of shock and confusion. "Hands up!" He screamed, the others wheeling around. They had Tec-9s, 'definitely part of somebodies gang to be using those.'
"Alright assholes. Lets see what you got."
Felth launched forward, spring boarding off the counter before they knew what was happening. Palm out he fired an Ice spike, it ripped deep into one gunman's leg. Felth spun and kicked the Tec-9 out of another gunman's hand, landing between him and his friends. The other two opened fire on him, the spray ripped through him, doing no damage....well, to him anyway, the man behind him was torn to shreds. Felth held up his hands freezing one gunman in a solid block of ice while pulling the weapon from the other with TK.....bullets fired up from the floor, the one he had spiked in the leg had grabbed his gun catching Felth by surprise, pain shot up his side 'Damn, I liked this coat.' He grumbled to himself as he sent another spike out, stabbing into the guy's shoulder and spiking him to the floor, Felth grabbed the last guy by the throat in one hand and froze the Floorguy's Tack to a wall.
"Who the fuck are you?!" The gunman spat.
"Me?", Felth thought a moment, "I'm Watchdog, and this is my city. Remember it because all your buddies will want to know who beat your ass." with that he tossed the man across the room, freezing his arms and legs under three feet of ice. Felth realized that the sirens where close, red and blue lights reflected off the buildings, he hopped on cashars counter, with one final nod to the station attendant he jumped, phasing through the roof. He waited up top until the cops went inside, then he slipped off the roof and took off down a back ally, several minutes later he was back in the warehouse.
"Nice show kid, but you were sloppy."
Felth jumped, He turned to find Shatter propped against the wall by the door.
"We need to talk."
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Post by GuardianAngel1911-Admin on Mar 5, 2014 4:13:22 GMT
Shatter stepped from the wall and circled the man, Watchdog he had called himself earlier. He had talent, and powers, but he had trouble controlling them it seemed. "I know you heard my conversation with the chumps that were trying to rob your place the other day, so I know you know about Grizzly. You've got powers and could help me whenever he shows up. But if you keep acting like you did tonight you'll never survive till he shows up. He moved quickly and swept the legs out from under Watchdog knocking him on his ass.
"What the fuck man!"
"My offer is I'll train you, I'll show you how to control your powers, I'll help you learn how to fight, and also we're getting you some gear that'll actually be useful in a gunfight. He pulled Watchdog up then held out his hand. "So what do you say? Partners?"
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Post by MugiwaraBlair on Mar 5, 2014 6:03:30 GMT
Looking online to see if the newest chapters of her favorite series were out yet Katherine Wynter came across a little news article that greatly piqued her interest, "MYSTERIOUS HERO INTERRUPTS ROBBERY" the headlines read. There was a short video on the news page, it was an interview with the counter employee, claiming this hero passed through the wall like a ghost, threw shards of ice out of his hands and survived getting shot. Of course he was treated like an over imaginative child, being the sole witness and all, but she knew better. If it turned out "Shatter" actually existed anything was possible at this point, or at least nothing could be reasonably dismissed out of hand anymore. Without counting herself as well.
As opposed to this...how was he called ? The interview glossed it but it was said, what was it ? "Watchdog !" She told herself out loud upon remembering. As opposed to this Watchdog she didn't have any witnesses yet. Or witnesses that kept silent about a superpowered person. In part because she wasn't sure she wanted public attention and partly because she was somewhat wary of testing her limits. At least she had acquired a bulletproof vest to avoid losing anymore shirts and had resolved to only go out flying wearing worker boots from now on until she managed to consistently do soft landings.
"Ugh they're not out, so bored !" she thought "What to do ? There must be som.." The tv she left on in the background interrupted her thoughts, she quickly, almost flash stepped, across the room to up the volume and listen. A large scale heist at the bank, very well equipped thugs, organized crime or a very big gang most likely, police bugged down..."Well here's a party, they shouldnt mind if I crash" She said smiling "Well at least half the guests won't anyhow"
With this she put on her boots, put on a light sleeveless vest with a hood, strapped on her ballistic vest on top of it wrapped a piece of cloth around her face before pulling the hood up over her head. She also put on black leather fingerless gloves as a final, purely aesthetic, touch.
"Time to save moneybags" Katherine uttered as she closed the window behind her and took off high in the air. ------------------------------------- Arriving on the scene she did a quick scan of the situation: not that much bad guys, just 9, but well geared and well positioned. Military grade assault rifles, top-rating riot gear, 50 cal browning turrets "Where the hell did get those ?!", 2 of them wore what seemed like bombsquad padding and wielded Gatling guns. "So..think think, remember...2 with 7,62, 6 with 5,56, 4 of which are manning 50 cals. That'll rip through my outfit for sure, and it's the bigger dangers for the cops too. The vest will stop the rest fine I think. Ok, all set, whenever you're ready Kat" *takes a breath and flies down towards one of the turrets*
She landed hard on the 1st turret, not doing much damage but enough to make it unusable, quickly turned to the thug operating it and blew out the air she had breathed in a moment before, sending him flying a couple meters back where he was abruptly stopped by a column. This alerted the others, who all turned to see what the noise was but were ordered to keep their posts by the one near the row of hostages, who then turned to her :
"Whoever you are, go away now or I start shooting hosta.."
She cut short by flash stepping next to him and snatching his gun away, addressing him as she casually tore it in two and let the pieces fall on the floor
"Didnt catch that, can you repeat ?"
"How the hell ?!"
"Sleepy time now"
With that she gave him a light tap on the head and he fell unconscious. The 6 remaining gunmen were now all focused on her. One shot a single round into her back, she did a quick 180 to face him and fired a beam of heat (which they didn't see, not intense enough) at his rifle, turning it red hot and making him drop it as he let out a scream of pain, she used the distraction and her speed strike him with an open palm, breaking half his ribs, he was thrown out his feet and into the wall behind the counter, dashed again, taking another's gun and hitting him in the forehead with the butt all the while grabbing the weapon from the guy next to him and freezing it to uselessness before sending that one flying too. Having taken the time to breathe in during this she let loose another strong gust of wind towards a third target, sending him all the way across the entire room, through the glass windows and down the stairs. The two minigun-toting goons started firing, she jumped over the incoming wall of lead and grabbed both their heads as she landed, slamming both men a foot deep into the floor. The remaining henchman emptied his AR's magazine at her, she let all 30 rounds flatten against her vest, merely walking towards him, he loaded another and emptied it too, the fear and desperation on his face becoming more pronunced with each step she took and every bullet that utterly failed at even slowing her down. After firing his last bullet he tossed his rifle aside and yelled
"Why don't you fuckinf die ?!?"
"I was given a special shaolin scroll, I'm a super saiyan, ideals are bulletproof...take your pick" "she snarked, just before grabbing him by his vest one-handed and nonchalantly throwing him into the ceiling and taking off. Katherine exited through the whole the "blown away" thug had made in one of the doors and immediately pulled a sharp 90 turn skyward.
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Post by Knukails on Mar 5, 2014 6:40:17 GMT
"You know I'm not apart of the military anymore Colonel"! Marcus yelled over the roar of the 130. "Hell, i wasn't even apart of your branch when i was"! "Son, we can't use military personnel for this mission"! The Colonel yelled back. "Besides after the battle at Patricks & the fact your a ghost makes you perfect for this"! Marcus sighed which made him wince. "Whats the intel"? Marcus said. The Colonel passed him a folder labeled classified. "The mission is to find this person in New York". The Colonel started. "At first we all thought the vigilante rumors were just that". Marcus opened the file. He pulled out several pictures of a young woman in a Bulletproof vest. "That is…until her". Marcus looked up at the Colonel. "Cute…What did she do"? "She flew int-" "Colonel…did you just say flew in"? "Son, shut the hell up & let me finish". Marcus instinctively silenced himself. "She flew into a bank that was under a robbery, several contacts inside were inside using AK's, SCAR's & four Ma Deuce's. "Goddamn…". "Indeed, they also took hostages". "That girl *he points to the folder* crashed in, disposed of them, destroyed the inside of the bank & flew off". Marcus looked at the surveillance picture. Hoodie & bandana covered her face but he could make out her eyes. They looked golden. "Pretty girl like her shouldn't be too hard to find". "Anything else"? The Colonel sighed. "We believe in addition to flight, she's unnaturally fast & strong". "She could do god knows what else so be wary". "Yes sir".
The ramp dropped letting the wind scream into the hold. Marcus checked his parachute. 'Few million people in New York & i have to find some muchacha'. He thought. 'Fun'. The Colonel patted his back. "Remember, the military has no knowledge of you or this operation". He yelled. Marcus nodded then jumped. In free-fall he thought about that man in Patricks. 'Big brother huh'? He thought. 'Psycho asshole'.
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