[h2]Zuma beach - Malibu, California[/h2]

For many people, the beaches of Malibu were a perfect getaway, clear seas, white sandy beaches, and a board walk simply chock full of stores and restaurants for those looking to shop, grab a bite, and get out of the sun for a bit. It was certainly not the sort of place one would expect "Jesus christ, where did they go? Shit, did you see what happened to Ivan?!", to be the start of a conversation, nor would one expect "FUCK Ivan, we gotta get out of here before we get caught next!" as a follow up. This was indeed a conversation however, and it was taking place between a pair of men right now as they tore through the boardwalk on a pair of quad bikes, forcing people to flee lest they be run down. These two men -originally three- had decided to hold up a particularly popular burger joint for some fast cash. What they found instead of a quick buck and possibly some boardwalk fries, was resistance in the form of one [i]very[/i] disgruntled patron. "[b]Javelin![/b]" A coarse voice snarled seconds before a section of the boardwalk exploded, showering a few patrons with slivers of wood and bits of sand.

The men came to a halt and began looking around frantically, trying to find the source of the explosion, they didn't have to search very long; "[b]Up here dipsticks.[/b]". The men's heads snapped up to find the harsh gaze of one Dimitri Santos, better known locally as Pulse bearing down on them like a hawk. Dimitri held his hand in the air, index finger still extended, his other hand -this one cybernetic- rested firmly on his hip. "[b]Twenty five minutes. That's how long I waited to get my seat. TWENTY. FIVE .MINUTES. And the moment I get a seat, you guys decided that it was a good day to rob the place! A couple of fuckin' rocket scientists the two of you are. Banks and tourists galore and you choose a burger joint.[/b]". One of the men tried to pull off suddenly, figuring he might get some distance before Pulse reacted. What happened instead was that he found himself going airborne as Pulse blew off one of the tires with a bit more power than necessary, "[b]Oh no, you're going to sit there and listen to me call you an idiot some more! Any attempts at escape will turn this into you sitting there trying not to pass out from having your legs shattered![/b]". Dimitri continued to hurl insults at the men, many of which were colorful combinations of words that caused nearby parents to cover their children's ears.