[b]04:56 March 28th
Queens, New York[/b]

Superman eyed through all three of the men sizing them up one by one. For all intents and purposes these men weren't exactly in the right stand of mind and didn't particularly seem all that fond in cooperating. Still there was little doubt that these men were apart of something bigger, it wasn't some random attack. They were well armed and there was nothing ordinary about the weapon they used nor the target. As Superman privately debated his set course of actions he could hear the various whispers as onlookers continued to gather and watch and with sirens off in the distance it was a matter of time till the police and the press showed up something he wanted to avoid. 

"[i]Alright, so it's like that. We're going to play dumb huh?[/i]" Superman asked out aloud taking his time to look at each of the three men once more, eye to eye to make sure they got a good look at him and vice versa. [i]"Ok... I'm in the mood for some games[/i]" Superman then leaned over, grabbing Angus and Pat by the neck and hoisted them high of the ground. Any attempts to strike at the caped man's arms and torso would have felt like they were hitting a brick wall. With both of his arms occupied Superman stepped forward, placing a foot on Donovan's chest, planting him into the concrete road. For several seconds Superman held them there being extra careful to ensure he didn't accidentally kill any of them but sure enough he knew they were more than uncomfortable. The crowd watching gasped with the occasional individual pulling out their cell phones to record said situation. Sure three men were being in danger but nobody dared to try and stop the chiseled physique of a man who was man handling three others with no effort.

Leaning in to talk in a volume only audible to the gathered men Superman smirked as he watched them struggle against his strength [i]"Sucks doesn't it? You guys want to play dumb, well I can play also.[/i]" And with that there was an ounce of increased pressure and the already superhuman grip somehow grew stronger.

"[i]Since you assholes know who I am, let me remind you guys that I don't have a boss and you know what that means?[/i]" Superman paused as if he was trying to get an answer but continued to mock the three men. "[i]It means I don't answer to nobody and that means I get to do whatever the fuck I want. Now I can make this easy, or I can make this really... fucking easy."[/i] Superman again applied another ounce of pressure. "[i]You see I could crush all three of you instantly and nobody would be able to stop me but no that's too quick... way too fucking quick[/i]" Superman took his time, letting them suffocate and face the reality of an inevitable death [i]"Hmm...Maybe I'll tear of your arms and beat you with them, or maybe I'll see if I can strap you on any left over rockets or better yet..."[/i] Superman's iris's begin to glow red [i]"Or maybe I'll burn out your eyes or cook you guys alive, either way someone is going to talk"[/i] The pressure finally eased up, his eyes returning to normal. Superman needed them conscience, to think properly. Surely he had done enough to intimidate them. 

"[i]Now you guys are going to tell me everything. I want to know who you work for and where I can find them. I want to know what else you assholes are planning because I'm going to stop your little activities. Now if either of you lie to me, I'll find out somehow and there ain't nobody whose going to fuck you up the way I will so, whose going to volunteer?[/i]"