[u][b]04:55 March 28th
Queens, New York[/b][/u]

Angus held on desperately to the launcher, watching the city streets speed behind their truck from the perspective of the open door. There were still a couple more rockets left, which meant only good things in the future for their heists especially if they made it back to the safehouse in time. "Cannae fukken believe we made it out boyos!" Donovan was beside himself with how pleased he was over the success of their hit, the image of burning money not one to leave any of them soon. The spirits of the three brothers were high, and very little could bring them down.

Except perhaps the only thing higher than their spirits, the Man of Steel himself. So consumed in his own hubris, the eldest Breen didn't notice the man standing in the street until he collided the truck brutally into him. Steel, fiberglass and aluminum crumpled against the immovable object, forming a man-shaped indentation and sending his brothers crashing against the back wall of the box truck. A sound crack echoed around the cabin as his own skull met the steering wheel, leaving a nasty gash across his face before the airbag deployed a full ten seconds after the vehicle came to a forced halt to add insult to injury.

None of the three were particularly quick to resist being dragged from the vehicle, though for equal parts Irish spirit and good alcohol, Donovan was the first to blearily open his eyes and look up at the one responsible for ending their good times.

"An jus who the fuck you be?" His words slurred dangerously, hinting at a concussion like the least subtle main street hooker. At the moment his cognizance was hampered by that head injury, and his brothers weren't much better as they both took a hefty hit in the accident. Patrick gathered his senses next, looking around in confusion and wondering why Donovan was yelling and why everything was ringing.

"Ey bruv, tell whoever's ringing the bloody bell to stop it. Damned thing is a right pain in the arse." Despite being the denser one of the three, he paused as he recognized Superman standing before them, and connected the dots with chilling swiftness. "Oh shite, you're that Superman bloke. Hey, we didn't do nuffin, and you can't prove it!"

Donovan chose that moment to regain some semblance of clear-headedness and glared up at the super-powered barricade, unsure whether to be more pissed at their getaway being ruined or his truck getting totaled. "Oi, listen up asshole. You just wrecked our truck, and you gotta pay for it. Took me and me brothers years to save up enough to have our own truck!" Of course he was playing it up for the onlookers, putting on as best a victimized face as he could and giving Patrick the look of [i]"Play along Pat!"[/i]

Not very many were too convinced though, but he had said it loud enough to put in just a little bit of doubt and with the press Superman had gotten so far, all it took was to sell a story just [i]good enough[/i]. A story that promptly died when Angus groggily grinned over at them and laughed through bloodied teeth. "Donny! Can't believe Jeremy's launcher worked! Those chinamen had no idea what hit them!"

Donovan could only stare in incredulous wonder at his idiot brother, never mind that Superman was right there. "Angus, Pat. Shut the hell up."

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