[@1Hawkeyes]

[i]'What the fuck?'[/i] Reaper thought as he observed the gang descend on the bank, and their leader showing off abilities the likes of which he'd never seen.

Nearly forty hostiles, all armed, plus a metahuman. Dangerous situation, almost enough to make Reaper consider waiting it out, he'd track the vans as they left, take them out one by one. It was a risk of some of them getting away, but the odds were in his favor.

And then the kid showed up. She was tenacious, he'd give her that. Stubborn too. And that was going to get her killed.

[i]'Walk away from this one'[/i] he thought, desperately hoping she wouldn't make a move. Of course, Agent moved in towards the door, so Reaper's decision was made quickly. He put the van in drive and rolled up closer to the bank, parking by the curb, just across the street. He slipped out of his seat and began to gear up. He was bringing everything- two SIG-26 pistols, Ithaca-37 sawed-off shotgun, G-36 assault rifle, even a pair of grenades. Reaper stepped out of the van and walked up to the door, ready for anything.