[b]3840 Pearl Road, 9:30 AM EDT[/b]

Not too far from the Cleveland Metroparks Zoo, another rather nasty incident was taking place. The Steel Valley Credit Union wasn't the most prestigious bank, nor was it the richest. But it had cash within its vaults, and that was the important bit, eh? With the chaos striking the streets, it was the perfect opportunity to take advantage of the police running amok and liberate some cash from one of the more out-of-the-way establishments in the city. Just slip in while everybody's busy with the [i]real[/i] supervillains, grab a few bags of cash, and get the hell out as fast as you can. 

And speed's one of the things that The Rocket was good at. The unassuming doors to the SVCU burst open as he ran out, throwing the small bag over a shoulder and bolting across the parking lot. Besides the metal helmet obscuring his face, The Rocket was covered in a patchwork of metal plates and thrusters thrown about in all kinds of odd positions about his body. The three security guards ran out the door and raised their firearms, pulling off a handful of shots at the retreating villain. He stopped at the curb and teetered for a second, trying not to topple into the morning traffic on Pearl Road. He bent his knees as the guards started their pursuit, looking for all the world like he was about to take a dump right there and then as he pounded at the soldered metal plates strapped to his chest with a fist.

"Shit. Shit. Shit shit shit shit. Come on you fucking worthless pieces of JUNK." More bullets, more close misses. He grimaced, then gave a sigh of relief as the engines finally kicked on. His hip jets gave a roar and the large turbine on his back fired up and threw the man rather unceremoniously upward and forward, launching him right over the traffic and across the road...only for him to smack face-first into the wall of the pizzeria he was aiming towards.

“Ow.” He backed up, only for the engines to sputter to life again, slamming him straight back into the brick wall. “Ow.” Okay, get your bea-no, into the wall again? Sure, why not.  A-and a third time. Really should work on that. 

After he shook the ringing sound out of his head, The Rocket turned left, and made another leap as he started running. A roar, and his hip thrusters and back turbine threw him forward and northward on Pearl Road, each leaping bound easily ten feet long as he left the security officers in his proverbial dust and skimmed down the road. Hopefully nothing else goes wrong as he makes good his escape. But what's the worst that could happen?