[hr][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/4kQDpyB.png[/img][/center][right][code]???[/code][/right][hr] [hr][centre][hider=We Are Finally Cowboys][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FISXJNCcLM0[/youtube][/hider][/centre][hr] [colour=yellow]"Alright, alright, Junior. You must be confused, let King Shit bring ya up to speed."[/colour] The door dramatically flies off its hinges from a kick, courtesy of Lucas Miller as he begins laying waste to droves of MIRAGE troopers. Sending one flying with a back-fist before grabbing him by the legs and spinning him around to take out everyone in the room. As though appearing in some kind of ad campaign, we slow and zoom in on Lucas' face, where he turns directly to the camera and winks. [colour=yellow]"I used to be a real loser."[/colour] Lucas, much younger and skinnier, is crawling through some sort of pipeline frantically with the World Martial Arts Tournament logo displayed on the lower left corner. The sharpened end of SYM-04's tail bursts through the pipe and barely misses Lucas' face causing him to yelp, he shifts his body back and forth at lightning speed to dodge the following strike attempts from SYM-04's tail. [colour=yellow]"But I got... Kind of a wake up call."[/colour] Lucas, watching forlornly at the TV screen displaying Oh-One attacking the Nomads in Brazil. [colour=yellow]"Ya can't let yourself sit on the sidelines forever, man. I saw my friends get their asses kicked, found out my dad wasn't my real dad, learned I got a real freaky bloodline.... All of it got a little too much."[/colour] Lucas, awkwardly standing in front of his father who, after hesitating, gives his son a hug and waves him off as Lucas gets into a taxi. [colour=Yellow]"I went all the way to Japan."[/colour] Lucas, bowing to Hatanaka Yoko at the Yoko dojo. The scene illuminated by the setting sun cloaking both figures in shadow. [colour=yellow]"Kicked some ass."[/colour] Lucas, having his stance form corrected by Yoko letting out an annoyed "oy!" as she strikes the top of his head with her stick. [colour=yellow]"Kicked. Some. Ass!"[/colour] Lucas, spitting out a mouthful of blood and charging forward like a crazed animal toward his monk opponent, gracefully sliding under his kick attempt before shooting upwards while grabbing the monk around the waist. Bringing him back down by slamming him hard onto the floor. He looks upwards with his eyes glazed over and his chest rising and falling, Yoko gives him a small nod. [colour=yellow]"Came back home..."[/colour] Lucas, suplexing another Nomad repeatedly around the arena. [colour=yellow]"...Refined my style..."[/colour] Lucas, throwing a devastating roundhouse kick at another opponent sending him spinning into the air. [colour=yellow]"...Kicked some more ass..."[/colour] Lucas, letting out a primal yell as he grabs an opponent several times larger than him around the neck and lifts him up to deliver a powerbomb, creating a shockwave on the ground when he lands. [colour=yellow]"...Kicked... A lot of ass, actually."[/colour] Lucas, flash cutting to him delivering a devastating strike on just about every major villain known to the world all while mugging for the camera. [colour=yellow]"Cuz when it's all said 'n done. No matter what life throws at me, no matter how many times I get hit..."[/colour] Lucas, being blasted by OH-One's laser, held up by his throat by SYM-04, slammed to the floor by Yoko and knocked to the ground by nearly all his friends and enemies. [colour=yellow]"...I [i]always[/i] get back up."[/colour] Lucas, getting back to his knees and wiping away the blood from his mouth with a smirk. [colour=yellow]"I'm one in a million, baby."[/colour] Lucas, being held up on the shoulders of just about everyone in the cast, all chanting his name and cheering. Jasmine Breicen reaches up from the crowd to pull Lucas into a hug, he stays facing the perceived camera with the same shit eating grin. [colour=yellow]"The Tiger of Gold City."[/colour] Lucas winks. [hr][code]Gold City - Breicen Penthouse Apartment[/code][hr] [centre][i][h2][u]SKKKKKKKKRRRT[/u][/h2][/i][/centre] Lucas awakened from his slumber to the sound of a car screeching violently across the asphalt outside. This would not normally be something to rouse him up where it not for the fact he was at the top of a modestly sized apartment complex so a sound of that magnitude logically shouldn't reach him. He grumbled slightly as he felt the drool from the side of his mouth drop onto the top of his shirt, he wiped it off before rubbing his eyes and seating himself upright on the Breicen couch. Not bad by couch standards but still sleeping on a couch. He shambled over towards the window to investigate which idiot totalled their car so much he heard it all the way up here, only for his eyes to snap open in alert. Jill and Jasmine sat in the vehicle outside, he couldn't make out their expressions from here but if you saw them once it really wasn't hard to pick either of them out in a crowd. He turned back to face the apartment and was greeted with the mess he'd made during his tenure "house sitting" while Jill was undergoing physical therapy. Dirty clothes strewn in the most random of places, leaning tower of pizza boxes, magazines, broken boards from that short time Lucas was really into breaking wood with karate chops, weights, general shit the recently awakened Lucas couldn't even categorise. [colour=yellow]"Fuck."[/colour] Now fully awake and with the window open, he could hear the car doors open and slam shut outside as he rushed forwards and began frantically picking up anything that did not match the tasteful decor of the Breicen accommodations. He began stacking clothes in his arms like some deranged fabric based form of Tetris. Charging forward to the kitchen where the wash basket lay in wait only to trip on an unfortunately laid skateboard and toss all of the clothes up in the air where they floated mockingly back down to their original positions on the floor. [colour=yellow]"I hate my life!"[/colour] Lucas yelled indignantly from the ground. He lay there in frustration for a few seconds before the ding of an elevator snapped him back into his senses. He darted around in panic, sweat forming on his brow as his breath hastened, looking back and forth in terror as the footsteps to the door grew closer. And closer. And closer... [hr] The door knob turned as Jill and Jasmine entered their apartment, greeted with the sight of the living room in spotless condition. Albeit, some of the pillows out of place and some magazines strewn on the coffee table, but otherwise it looked like something out of a home catalogue. Lucas greeted them, leaning against the doors of the closet with a sheepish grin on his face. [colour=yellow]"Hey-o."[/colour] He said casually. [colour=yellow]"What've you two been up to?"[/colour] [hr][center][img]https://txt.1001fonts.net/img/txt/b3RmLjcyLmJmNzUyMy5WbTk1ZENCVWFHVWdSM1Z1YzJ4cGJtZGxjZy4x/durango-western-eroded.regular.png[/img][img]https://i.imgur.com/EZH4dEy.png[/img][/center][right][code]Gold City - Rooftops[/code][/right][hr] He dropped down with the grace and poise you wouldn't expect of someone not using the same tech as the rest of MIRAGE's faceless goons. He stood out, even among his "compatriots". Preferring to let his own gear work for him as opposed to anything MIRAGE could offer, no matter how high tech. On one hand large jobs like this irritated Voyt. Best to just let him loose, get the required information and package and get out rather than sending in several goons all with the same objective. Much higher chance of someone screwing up and compromising everyone else. But, on the other hand, Voyt was getting sick of watching Abel stand wordlessly in front of the window overlooking the city. He had many employers who liked giving longwinded speeches about their goals and ambitions, but Abel was somehow more annoying as he preferred to stoically and vaguely overlook each part of his operation. As though a part in a giant jigsaw puzzle only he had the capacity to understand. Leaving that ship at all certainly beat spending any more time with him and Violet. Voyt removed his helmet and mask, placing it in a standard duffel bag which he dropped to the ground. He then removed his ballistic vest, poncho etc. to reveal the plain civilian garb underneath. He still looked somewhat shady and god help he run into any kind of Justice Rider and other such do-gooder who meticulously remembered every criminal's detail, but the average citizen would only know him by the mask and the western get-up. To them, he was just an angry looking out of towner. He placed a cigarette in his mouth and walked towards the corner of the building's roof, dropping his bag to the ground with a thud. Placing a boot on the building's edge, Voyt looked out into the city with his eyes squinted. By his assessment most of the MIRAGE group, probably including Violet, would be taking either the tactless approach of shaking down anyone for information or outright asking everyone where the power stone was. Voyt knew that the group who took down Oh-One were tight knit. Not one of 'em was going to roll on where the stone was kept no matter what he did to them. But... There was always an arm to wrench, always someone whose lips were a little bit looser than others, who might have less to gain and less reason to stick their neck out for everyone else. It was time to find and pay them a little visit. Voyt took a step back and ran forward, jumping across to the other rooftop. Towards his next target.