[hr][hr] [center][h1][color=Coral]Floyd Banker[/color] & [color=DarkGoldenrod]Silver Predator[/color][/h1] [img]https://imageproxy.themaven.net//https%3A%2F%2Fwww.biography.com%2F.image%2FMTQwMDk5NTUyMDMxMDI0NjU3%2Fmichael-b-jordan-gettyimages-482462800_1600jpg.jpg[/img] [img]https://static.tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pub/images/flyingmanwindow_3848.png[/img] [b]Location:[/b] Atlanta, Georgia; USA. [sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] Each Other.[/sup][/center] [hr][hr] Location: Atlanta, Georgia “Bruh you really the man no cap dawg, like you lawyer gotta be jewish, he jewish ain’t he” The urban tone of Cain Lewis, a notorious inner city cocaine dealer rung out as he examined a high caliber gun in his hand. The person he was speaking to Taylor Finch, a cop under heavy scrutiny for an arms trafficking case. Taylor just rolled his eyes, he wasn’t in the mood for politicking right now. Dealing with the heat from internal investigations was enough the last thing he wanted was quips from his criminal customers, although he had been intercepting seized weaponry & selling it to members of Cain’s gang, as well as a few other dangerous criminal organizations in the inner-city of Atlanta for criminal proceeds, he still didn’t enjoy small talk with them. “Look yall, you got ya weed, I’m getting the fuck outta here. “ Another familiar face, Floyd Banker, a marijuana dealer who was rising up in the distribution. Just like the rogue officer he didn’t want to parlay any longer then needed to get any business done. [i] I can’t believe I’m of the same mind as the dope dealer, maybe I’m in the wrong side business. No, that’s stupid, pot has a stench, and I really do hate the order [/i] The rogue law enforcement agent wasn’t going to be pulled into any more criminal endevours not when his case had just been closed. “Come on then Cain, you heard him, let’s get moving, I’m sure everyone’s trying to move along.” “Yeah yeah yeah, aye BITCH bring Banker his racks, white boy too.” The narcotic salesman demanded directing his demand to a female who could be seen edging out the front door. Making her way over to Floyd with a stack full of blue hundreds, she slipped it through his car window, then reached in her other pocket for a far more hefty stack of bills for Taylor. Floyd didn’t wait around any longer, and hit the gas making his way out of there with the deal over with. “Hmmm” Taylor pondered going ahead and counting the money bill by bill. “Man c’mon we good money over here, long as the white selling, I’m paying full price for these motherfuckers, rather get caught with it then without it even if I’m a felon ya digg.” Cain was more then casual with the rogue man of justice, looking over the crate of weapons he delivered. He noticed the female he was with was even less chatty then him, and had little if not anything to say. “Cmon Taylor, you see it, you got it let’s go.” She barked clearly not in the best of moods. Cain wanted to roll his eyes at Linda, Taylor’s partner even involved in crime she still had that annoying authoritian tone in his voice he’d come to dislike from the police. “Sounds like the one wearing the pants saying it’s time to hurry up, shit well you be on your way dawg, lemme know when the next shipment coming, I’m trying to drop a dub on it.” Cain retorted, more then ready to spend 20 grand for another delivery of high powered artillery. “Right well I’ll be on my way, pleasure….doing business.” It almost felt disgusting to utter that to such a controversial low down individual. But then what did that make him, with the illicit transaction over he made his way back into the vehicle where Linda was on edge & ready to go. “Your wasting too much damn time, this is why you got a fucking case. We get in, get the money, and get the fuck out. You should have let me do this by myself.” His partner in enforcement retorted clearly irate with how “long” The entire process was taking, even though the entirety of the transaction couldn’t have encompassed more then ten minutes. He was well aware of the time spent doing shady conduct, although he was reaping the benefits & his financial situation was appreciative, he too didn’t want to carry on with the more compromising aspects of it any more then possible. The police cruiser started up, and they bolted out of the slums where they’d just gotten paid. “Look I know how you feel, how the fuck do you think I feel, I literally wouldn’t have gotten away with this if it wasn’t for.” BOOM!!!!! A loud noise filled their ear dreams, and Taylor whipped around to see what appeared to be…a boat had been flung into the trap-house he’d just sold the weapons to. “What the fu-“ BOOM, no time to react as the air-bag slammed into both him and Linda. For what felt like an eternity he felt a nauseating feeling as the cruiser they were in went airborn. Catching a glimpse of what appeared to be a man in some sort of gray uniform before the cruiser slammed into some nearby railing, further damaging the car, and causing blood to splatter on the bag from the impact. “LINDA!!!” What the fuck is..” “Shit..it’s him he’s…he’s real…he’s.” Before Linda could speak any more, the blank suited man was punching through the driver side window grabbing Linda by the neck and with little to no force breaking her neck. “Oh shit!!!” [i]Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck [i] Taylor whipped out his gun and began unloading firing rounds into the masked cop killer. Although to his dismay it appeared the bullets had no effect on the silent killer. “No…what the fuck, listen, you just killed a fucking cop, your going to get it you hear me, you fucking.” Before he could speak the silent costumed man lunged forward and punched a hole right through Taylor’s upper chest, then pulled his hand back the white suit now stained with blood. Taylor let out a few gurgling noises as his life flashed before his eyes, the final moments causing him to re-direct his choices as he slipped away into the abyss. On-lookers in traffic watched In shock to see what happened, as the seemingly mute masked murderer took to the skies, and a loud boom of what they could only assume was the sound barrier breaking was heard as he took off into the distance leaving behind the mangled bodies of the rogue arms dealing police officers. In the distance pulling into a parking lot was the marijuana dealer from earlier putting his car in park in the residential parking of his apartment complex. “What the hell!!!?” His eyes raised in disbelief as he scrolled through his twitter feed in shock, seeing a boat lodged into Cain’s house, and quickly reading. “The Silver Predator strikes again, this time suspected arms trafficking officer Taylor Finch the latest casualty. Who is this man, one of the Empowered, perhaps something more? Little is known about this individual, except in the past two week’s he’s been spotted in Georgia, Florida, Alabama, & North Carolina, murdering 72 suspected criminals, which today for the first time included two police officers.” Reading the caption Floyd was shaking with fear. [i] Yo….that coulda been me, fuck…this shit is nuts…like bruh!!!! Bruh in the reject Silver Surfer costume..is really clapping folks…and this was down the street from me..Yo maybe that Liz bitch was right...that shit she been saying hell that I been seeing....maybe…naw…naw…this just a co-incidence bitch needs to take her ass home ASAP soon as she wakes up I'm kicking her ass out my apartment gotta go home baby,I'm thinking bout the wrong shit anyway this Silver motherfucker got 72 bodies right now, and the last eight people he killed was in the A. [/i] Engrossed in his thoughts and filled with fear he stepped out of his vehicle almost falling to the ground feeling as though his legs were made of jello. “Man…fuck..if there’s a really a dude flying around, ripping dudes in the game apart, I need to lay low…for real. Fuck I need a blunt, fuck that I need a backwood, whole 3.5..to the dome Jesus…this is nuts.” Floyd muttered to himself, his rapidly accelerated breathing slowing down as he paused to look around to see if the super powered costumed killer was in the vicinity. [i] Shit..I’m all good right now, Im finna take my black ass inside, I ain’t leaving to serve NOBODY not nun not now, uh huh hell to the fuuuuck no until this dude out capping motherfuckers in NY or somewhere far as fuck from here shit [/i] Taking one more precautionary look around to ease his mind of the tension that built up from what he just read in the twitter thread irregardless of the fact that being attentive wouldn’t do anything about someone who could fly and rip through cars like paper. Feeling at ease he made his way into the hallway of the complex, and headed to his room with some added pep in his step thanking the Holy Father & his guardian angels he hadn’t ended up getting ripped in half like Cain.