[color=bc8dbf] [h1] [center]Flamenco[/center][/h1][/color]

The problem with setting up shop in a new city, halfway across the country, is real-estate problems. Castleburg had a huge population of superheroes, so finding and setting up a new workshop tended to rouse suspicion- especially anything centering around big ticket items in my inventory. On the bright side, my employer- frosty bitch she is- set me up with a rental home to work out of in the heart of East Flank. Nothing too big, I had to steal a good amount of electronics to get my usual set up going- I wasn't about to hook my home system to Castleburg's infrastructure. I was a brash balled bitch, but I wasn't stupid. Tech savvy hero's surveyed the city's systems regularly, a few illegal technically, but the threat was much too high. 

My target- this Behemoth- I found wasn't a prolific hero, kept to himself and a schedule. His hero work was only situations her could help with, train crashes, rescue work. One instance I watched him only intervein in a burglary when the dumbass's car nearly ran down a crowd on the sidewalk. Other than that he didn't patrol and only responded when he was in the area to a crisis he could help with. Needless to say, I couldn't for the life of me understand why my boss wanted this dude dead, and publicly. 

Far as I could tell all this would do is piss of H.E.R.O. but who was I to pass up the fat check it came with. 

It took me a week to a get a plan together to get this guy out in the open. A construction accident in East Flank seemed the ticket, near his route on Friday errands. It went like this. 

Noon, lunch rush in East Flank, meant traffic, eyes, there was a threat but this was the way to go about it. Across from a small construction site, some building getting a face lift. I was in an office building across the way. The office I'd commandeered was an empty rental. Wrappers, soda cans, and a case sat on the floor by me while I looked out over the street. I'd set a couple of charges on the east end of the construction site, enough to start the building in crumbling. Behemoth's powers were perfect to hold up the building. I glanced at my watch. 

12:14

Perfect. I pulled a makeshift detonator out of my satchel, flipped the arming key and set off the explosives. Below people passing the building turned to look as the sound of a rumble issued from the ground. The kind of event I needed to make Behemoth vulnerable was a slow fall, not carnage. I smiled a toothy grin when screams shot up. The building's foundation began to crack and before long scaffolding started falling. 

The police response was immediate and a few heroes arrived too. I started cursing under my breathe until I saw my lumbering target ample on scene. Eight feet tall with board shorts and a tank top, Behemoth looked a fucking tree in the crowd when he came forward. 

[color=bc8dbf]"Lets put a fire under that magnificent ass."[/color]

I flipped the second arming key and set off another set of explosives. below the blast ripped the bottom floor to pieces and the building's momentum jumped. Like I'd hoped Behemoth took action, jumping over to hold the building in place as a set of heroes started reestablishing the building's foundation. One funnily enough manipulating the earth to hold it in place. 

Out of my mag came the parts for a laser rifle, crud bits of scrap to the untrained eye. It pieced together quickly and I set the IV wires. Seting the scope, I perched it on the window. I watched as they managed to save the workers on site and secure the building. Behemoth pulled himself out from under the weight and the crowd cheered for the heroes. He turned- probably to offer some words or something- when I got him in my crosshairs I fired. 

The thing about powered beings like Behemoth and Knight, their super strength often diarized from very dense muscular mass and skeletons. Hell its what made them so damn durable, when you're muscle is denser on a molecular level than most industrial metals it made sense. The key was to either drown them- not an option if you wanted an audience- or fire a beam of concentrated plasma, melting their flesh like you would a plate of steel. Like the Knight, Behemoth fell to his knees, a half-inch hole in his chest. The crowd went silent, suddenly backing away from the flash the beam caused. I could see him look up in confusion. I knew that wouldn't do it alone, powered people like him had tough hearts- damn things could still beat with a hole in them. Silence reigned down below, I took aim and fired a second shot right through his skull, melting bone, muscle, and brain tissue. He fell and finally people screamed. Heroes and police started shouting orders. I gathered up my shit- trash and all- and left the room. 
   
All the way on the north end of the floor I was on, a little building sat across from it over an alley way. More than enough to jump over. I pushed the window open, and took a deep breath- hated this part. I leapt across and booked it to the roof access door. I'd jimmied it open a few hours prior, and vaulted through it and down the stairs like a bat out of hell. My veins glowed like neon lights, as I poured energy into my legs. By the fourteenth floor I was sweating and tired. 

Falling against a wall- I didn't have time to stop!- I pulled a grenade from my pocket and popped the pin. A few seconds later it went off in my hands, flash of fire, flying metal, met my skin and was instantly absorbed. In an instant I felt energized, like I'd taken a shot of adrenaline. The rest of the stairs were a breeze.