[center][h1]Dr Science!![/h1]
[h3]Los Angeles || Bank Robbery[/h3]
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To the uninitiated, a supervillain is lawless. But in truth, there are several laws that any supervillain must obey. Laws that define what a supervillain is, and how the world views them. Absolute rules that cannot be bent or broken. The first?

Law #1: Make an Entrance

With a crack like thunder the west-facing wall of the bank explodes outwards. Civilians scramble for safety as chunks of concrete are hurled across the room. A dozen subsequent crashes as pieces of wall slam into the rest of the bank, ripping through the outer windows of the bank and leaving deep gouges in the rest of the walls. A blue light shines dimly from the darkness beyond the newly formed hole. A moment of silence covers the bank, as a figure steps forth out of the inexplicable badly-lit hole. Dr Science emerges into the light, clad in his trademark white labcoat and rubber gloves. A pair of shining blue goggles hides the top half of his face, but the maddened grin on on his lips leaves little doubt as to his intentions. In his hands he holds a strange rifle-looking contraption, save for the blinking blue lights and the fact that it doesn't appear to contain a barrel. Instead where one would expect the barrel is a large cone, ending in a rounded flat surface covered in concentric metallic rings. A steady blue pulse and whir makes it clear that this is no ordinary weapon. As if there was any doubt.

"CITIZENS OF LOS ANGELES!" The Doctor's voice is strangely amplified, sounding far deeper and more electronic than one would expect. A distorter, perhaps to hide his identity. "This bank is now the property of Doctor Science! As the new owner I do apologise to all of you for the inconvenience, but I'm afraid we're going to have to close for the day. I'm going to have to make a Major Withdrawal!"

As if they had been waiting on his signal, a dozen small flying drone shot through the opening behind Dr Science. These silvery disks used what looked like tiny jet engines to propel themselves at high speed, as they began attaching themselves to the walls and corners of the bank at various points. Several of them zoom off into deeper parts of the bank. Doctor Science himself simply strolls towards the center of the bank, paying absolutely no heed to the hero and villain who had previously been involved here. This was his stage now, and he intended to own it to whatever degree possible.

A singular drone floats behind him, slowly rotating as two metallic tendrils hold a phone in place. It seems Dr Science is making sure to film his heists. After all, you can't always trust the media to get everything on camera.