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[u][i]Location - Madison Bank - Stopping a Crime[/i][/u] [@Argetlam350]

One doesn't need to be a superchild to hear an explosion. Nor does one need to be particularly observant. But Ziggy was both, and he could see the smoke billowing out in the distance. It wasn't exactly subtle. And best of all, it was in Homewood, not to far from Young. He could tell from the building structure, since the obvious distinctions in brickwork made it an easy r- Nevermind. The ground blurred beneath his feet, and Ziggy jumped from the roof of the apartment he had been standing on. The ground thumping below his feet as he landed on the next room, and then the next. He was close enough to the border that this was a few easy jumps for him, and then, he was teetering on the edge of a building. Overlooking the bank as the dust was already starting to clear. He stood out too much anyway with his glowing body that he was thankful for that. 

Ziggy could go in through the roof, no... Agent Mother always said he had to limit damage to buildings. Since repairs were costly. Instead, he had to go in through the doors. After all, while it'd be obvious, he'd deny the criminals the chance to escape. That alone was worth the risk. "[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qvmml77lu8g]Look out down below.[/url]" Ziggy whispered to himself, arms spread out, and he leapt to the ground. The impact was enough to rattle him back to reality, and he approached the building. "Criminals! You are under arrest. Put down your weapons, and surrender." The words weren't brave. In fact, from the alien boy they sounded weak. As if despite rehearsing it a million times he didn't actually understand what he was saying. 

The three criminals in the lobby may have been surprised, but then they started opening fire. Bullets struck Ziggy's body, and he charged them. The bullets whirled away, deflecting into the ground and nearby furniture. One bullet smacked into the gunner's leg, sending him to the floor. The other two either continued to fire as it was their only plan, or maybe they were trying to warn the boss. Either way, it was only about two seconds of gunfire, before it stopped. The guns began to creak and snap as crystals grew inside them. Ziggy's hands clasped around the barrels. The third gunner, who by that point had stopped firing to nurse his leg wound was the first to go down. Ziggy's right leg cracked against his skull, knocking him cold. The other two found their hands encased in crystal. The one on the right smacked into his ally when Ziggy lifted him off the ground, knocking into the nearest teller desk. One was out cold, and the third passed out when the monitor from a computer fell into his head. Crystal was used to weigh down their legs, and the superboy began to make his way to the back of the bank. A deep breath, and he was ready.