[u][color=00aeef][b][center]New York is a Flower in Boom![/center][/b][/color][/u]

With the Hounds out in force New York was in a tizzy gangs had been smashed and law enforcement had quite the upper hand while dealing with the small bands that popped up the issue however was they were reactionary. Every time Hounds busted over a deli or crashed a school it had little warning few within the Police had seen anything like this, no gloating no obvious signs of armed groups congregating within the city just drive bys and spontaneous murder. It didn’t help the NYPD keep records on local heroes that Hounds had somehow gotten access to but these were the same people who took on S.T.R.I.K.E and won. Chief Ferill directed SWAT teams and rescue units with their brothers over at the Fire Stations as engines rolled out over the city squelching blazes and combing debris. Supervillains typically had goals in mind, or haphazardly tore through the city an evil plan which was often foiled by heroes but the Hounds cared not for plans at least not those who simply carried their banner; civilians garbed in masks and makeshift weapons spreading the philosophy of hate with no real oversight from the leaders within this organization. 

Chief Ferill knew that the public had mixed opinions on the supers while many favored their aid and loved their grandiose approach and flair, there were a minority who called for anti metahuman laws among them was Sampson the current mayor of New York. While he has denounced the actions rather swiftly that these hounds had perpetrated some believed he had connections with these radicals given his history of anti metahuman speeches, It was something he had to look into however for now securing the safety of the public was paramount. Reports of mass violence and gunfire ripping through the streets as suppressed gangs took to the streets among the confusion. Advanced Mechs roamed the streets alongside S.W.A.T teams bringing a swift end to lawlessness in parts of town but resources were strained even the heroes began to be stretched thin with reports of several killings and an assassin showing up.

-- Meanwhile in the Hero Diner --

Heroes had been sent out, The World was covering the Bronx and Sewer Gator had gone to meet the Blue Beagle. American Rocket was stopping a bank robbery against the Bucking Bronco as his shockwaves tore apart the floors Rocket was pushed back through desks and  through shatter proof glass as the ripple tore everything down. Struggling to stand the stripped hero checked his jetpack and inspected his tranquilizer pistol. “Darn it, this guy isn’t going down what is this guy. How much tranq can he take?”

As Bronco shook his head and tensed his arms he slapped his leg shaking off the drowsiness for a while longer and bruising the left thigh his voice deep and cruel like an old time crook bellowed out. “That all you got gnat!? I can do this all day.”  

Rocket had quite a bit of tranq left even if his gun had a few dings it still seemed to work well enough but inside the bank Bronco had the advantage and his jetpack offered little defense from the shockwaves. Taking flight he swooped to the right side ducking under a beam and appearing behind the wall facing the employees offices firing a few shots into Bronco’s shoulder as a desk hurdled through the air. Before he could dodge the oaken antique a door came flying and knocked it off course. Spinning his head around a pretty girl in a floral dress standing in the entrance brushed aside her pink bangs and said as sweet as it was disturbing. “Time for a beatdown old codger, would you kindly bend your arse over and get fucked.” 

With a defiant grin and a heavy stop Bronco sent a new wave emanating from his step. “Come if you think you have the power.” Glass and debris were thrown around as Flower charge head long into them not preparing any defenses or throwing up her arms to protect her face.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING, TRYING TO TICKLE ME!? Put a little more force behind your fissures cause this pain train ain’t stopping.” Throwing a punch as she swung her arm lifting off the cracked wood floor with her right foot and shoving Bucking Bronco into the wall. 

“Little Lady, you pack a punch. I’ve already given him enough tranq to put down a rino. A few more hits like that and he should go down.” Spoke American Rocket as he floated loading his gun.

Giving a pleasant smile Flower respond.”Good I’m not into the muscle bound brute type.” Picking up a shard of glass she slashed into her wrist and jabbed it deep.

“My god.” Rocket yelled in shock. “What, what are you doing?”

“Getting powered up, and now I’m pumped.” Her wrist began to heal within seconds as Flower pushed off the floor and came in with a brutish smash with both fists clenched together. “How about you take your nap gramps, let me tuck you in!” Bronco tried to slug her as she came crashing down his left arm trembled and broke as it connected with her overhand smash with his unconscious frame embedded into the destroyed wall.

“Looks like he’s out cold. So, thanks for the help but what do you want Merc?” Said Rocket as he stepped to the floor.

“Heard someone I know had problems with a hired gun on her ass, if it was anyone else I wouldn’t have cared but she owes me an apology and I don’t want her dead. Not that I expect a simple merc would stand a chance. Maybe you guys met her?”