Jason Graves stood near the police line, trying to keep a close eye on the goings-on inside the bank. His hood was up, partially obscuring his face from cameras and prying eyes, just in case he needed to run in. He hoped he didn't have to. This was wrong. This was so far outside of his usual MO. Still early, crowds, cops, this was the opposite of how Overclock worked. Hell, if he hadn't been cutting through this street to get home from work more quickly, he wouldn't even be here. But the tension was building, and if something didn't happen soon... Those guns might not be for show anymore.

Jason glanced up to the rooftops as he felt  sense of calm suddenly settle over him. he breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes scanning the skyline. Emma was up there somewhere. She'd be trying to defuse the situation too, in her own way. The second set of eyes was welcoming, and Jason knew she had him on speed dial if they needed to get in touch. Reaching into his hoodie pocket, Jason's real hand closed comfortingly around his folded staff, ready to strike.

Something caught Jason's eye then, pulling his attention from the bank. At the edges of the crowd, a black spot in the sea of bodies. Shifting closer to get a better look, Jason saw the form of a large black dog. No collar, practically silent. Feral dogs weren't unheard of in New Haven, but for one to be here, in this crowd? This early in the evening? Jason edged closer to the beast, noticing that it had some kind of... Unreal quality to it. Something wasn't right about that dog.

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Emma Graves, the younger sister of the vigilante in the streets below, was having her own staredown. She had initially transformed into her angelic form in a small alleyway, not realizing that the cramped space was a bad idea with her 30 foot wingspan. Squeezing out of the far end of the alley she had run a few streets down before taking flight, hoping to be far enough from the bank that she attracted little attention. It seemed to have worked, and she glided low over the rooftops, coming to rest a moment later on top of a rooftop garden overlooking the bank. Close enough that her peaceful aura would begin affecting at least some of the crowd, but not so close that she could draw attention.

That was when Emma noticed the other figure. Just across on the next rooftop, blending in with the shadows under an overhang, was a costumed figure. Like some sort of phantom the raven-faced being stood silent and still, seemingly watching over the square. Angel looked around at the other rooftops, which seemed to be empty for now, before deciding to take the chance. She took off sprinting towards the edge of the roof, leaping off as her foot pushed against the ledge. Her wings unfurled and caught the breeze, sending Angel soaring across the gap and landing solidly on the other side. A quick glance to the skies showed that the choppers and drones still seemed preoccupied with the bank, though that could change at any moment. Moving slowly towards the figure, Angel hissed through her teeth to try and get the others attention. [color=aba000]"Hey! Hey, you, Raven-Face! What are you doing up here?"[/color]

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Jessica Beadle stood in the middle of the crowd, her arms crossed and a pout on her young face. This was so uncool. She had been planning on hitting this bank next week, after the heat from her last robbery died down. But here these morons were, hitting a bank in the middle of a high alert and ruining it for her! Not to mention the hostage situation, and the obvious panic inside the bank. Amateurs.

Tapping her foot impatiently, Jessie pulled her long brown coat around herself tighter. Her phone buzzed to life and a message blasted into her ears through the ear buds she had added to her ensemble, making her wince with the sudden noise. Kit Kat was online, blasting out a message... A call about this very bank, asking for help from... People like herself. Jessie grinned and cricked her knuckles, shivering in anticipation as she felt the slight release of static electricity from her hands. Score some brownie points and get these goons to back off her turf? Yes please...

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Oscar Fonatine stalked the edge of the police barrier like a tiger stalked the wall of his enclosure at the zoo. This was a nightmare. Any one of a million things could go wrong at any one of a million moments. First priority; the hostages. Second priority; crowd control. Third priority; the robbers.If he had to, Officer Fontaine knew he would put himself between the robbers and the hostages. He just had to get there first. The hostage negotiator was bumbling his way through the handbook, and not a damn thing was working. 

They'd have to send in a team soon, and Oscar knew he'd be on it even if he didn't volunteer. His 'brothers' in blue had nothing to lose by sending him, and everything to gain. Either he pulled off another miracle, take down every one of those bastards without a single fatality; or it'd be his body on the floor. And then the corrupt police force of the city would finally be rid of him, the biggest thorn in their side since Wulf had left the force.