[center][color=003471][b][h1]Welcome the Wise Son.[/h1]
[h2]Hannibal White[/h2][/b][/color][/center]


[b]“You’re under arrest for Tresspassing and Attempted Robbery, you have the right to remain silent…anything you say, can and will be used…”[/b]

This shit again.

Hannibal White always found himself at the end of this. It was never immediate, nor did he ever correctly predict the exact events of his various arrests, but he was always at the edge of this. As the leader of the Force Syndicate, it was something that he expected. The law was something he understood at one time he was studying to be a lawyer, it was a childhood dream of his after all. However, even he could not ignore the hurdles that brought. His life since then was numerous confrontation with said law enforcers. So as his head was slammed into the cop car as he stared at the billowing fire from the now destroyed pier facility. He focused on his family and his enemies.

Here they are were, suffering from the same hands of so called justice. They were all the same weren’t they, under the eyes of the law? Gang Members, not lost children attempting to find a sense of family. Men trying to garner acceptance in a world that did not want to or wish to understand them?  What even lead to the Bloods and the Force Syndicate fighting anyway? An attempt to one up another, A Misunderstanding based on a body found hanging from a high rise? It had been so long and pointless he wasn’t even sure anymore.

He was sure however that this must end.

As Hannibal was lifted off of the head of the police car, and set to be dragged into the vehicle, his eyes turned toward what seemed to be a small Dominican teenager, Could he no older than 15. He was wearing what seemed to be a dark colored vest and slacks. He was probably coming from a dance or a prom, It was hard to identify. What wasn’t hard to identify was the amount of force the officer was using. As the kid struggled under the weight. He wasn’t part of the gang attempting to rob the place, that much he knew, he didn’t wear the colors, no tattoos, no weapons, Nothing. Wrong place wrong time. Was probably just walking home from work when this happened. 

This much end.

The kid was screaming for help, desperate and confused, he managed to attempt a small breakaway, getting away from the officer whist still handcuffed. He only made it a few feet before the officer Tackled him. It would seem the officer was not happy at the sudden defiant attempt to resist him, and took it out on the boy, by slamming his pavement into the concrete, He counted three times, before the officer stepped on the back of the boys head with a sickening smile before asking.

[b]“Going to resist now, you fucking punk?”[/b]

This much end.

On the other side of the pier the few of his brothers that weren’t dead were being restrained. Marta, the Queen Bitch as she was called. Had to be restrained not with the standard handcuffs but what seemed to be new age steel full cuffs. He had only seen them used in Gotham. She was strong, and scarily so. So much that it scared him. But her struggles not to gather another arrest, shook him. He knew what she had at home and why she was with the rest of the gang that night. Her son, Malik needed diapers after all, and McDonalds only paid so much. Her attempts to resist arrest was only highlighted by the fact that she…just didn’t look the same. As big as she was, she was still a beautiful black woman, but now…her skin had seemingly changed hard as rock, along with the rest of her body. As she flailed in an attempt to resist her arrest, the Nightsticks came across and the officers in charge of surrounding her, proceeded to point the weapons onto her, only for them to bounce off.

What did they do to them?

Another one of Hannibals commands, Rolando, was also being restrained, though he was surprised he wasn’t first. Guns were…a passion for him, and his restraint was also gathered with repeated stripping of his firearms. Most of them illegally modified along with obtained. He was set to go down to, probably longer than all of them. His former Military credentials and medal of honor be damned. His signature weapon, a Tec-9 Sub Machine gun was still strapped onto him, and as the officer attempted to pull it off, he found it was impossible.

Maria was the new recruit and while they were normally not be apart of big deals like this, they needed to bolster their number, her face was drenched as she had recently attempted to escape from the water…Wait…was she drenched? No…She had somehow BECOME it, Her blond highlighted hair, petite and light skinned form was now transformed into clear translucent water. The officers attempt to arrest her failed, with nothing to restrain her in. he was forced to use his brain, and unsheathing a taser proceeded to electrocute her, her body reacting violently to the introduction of electricity in her now 100% water form.

That was the last of it.

Criminals or not, this treatment was the last straw. Hannibal backed his head up into the officer that had attempted to restrain him. Causing the officer to back up. He turned around and gave a snarl at the officer who now reached for his gun. Without question, the Officer fired at Hannibal, center mass, in an attempt to take the man down.

This did not work.

Hannibal stared at the middle of his chest in shock, the bullet just…bounced off. Nothing hurt. There wasn’t even a sense of a burning feeling from the bullet, it just didn’t faze him. The officer stared in shock. However, Hannibal grinned knowing exactly what this meant. He looked down at his handcuffs and attempted to pull them apart, which was successful causing the chains to break away. Hannibal had enough he began to slowly walk toward the officer. 

[b][color=003471]“This will end…even if it has to be by my hand…”[/color][/b]