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As Conor made his way deeper into the bank, the rest followed behind, Julian carried the briefcase in his right hand, phone in the left, monitoring the camera. He saw four of the figures on it, still loading. One of them looked smaller than the other three, while Julian could recall them all four being the same size on the footage he had seen earlier in the Renegeade HQ. A eerie feeling ran down his neck as the ground trembled once the group approached the stairs. Julian turned to Conor who commented on paying them off. 

"Good thing I'm not trying to be a hero. I just wanna stop the bad guys." The Luthor said with a smirk, the ground trembled again, this time it didn't seem to come from below them in the vault. 

"They're just below here, the vault's are through both gates and then to the left. It's gonna be a tight fit to fight them there. Cece, Red, Dandelion. You'll have to bring your a-game. Vinny, Conor, help them wherever you can. I'll-" He spoke, only for the wall to his right breaking as a 220 CM-tall man who's biceps were the size of Julian's Torso burst through the drywall. He wore a ballistic mask that looked like a hockey mask, clotheslining Cece and Conor, throwing them towards the wall on the other side. Julian with all of his brains and way with words found the most appropriate one.

[b]"Fuck."[/b]

There were five bad men in the bank. That's why one of them was a different size.


 With haste he put his phone back into his pocket, lifting the briefcase up, a previously invisible panel lit up once Julian's gloved hand touched the briefcase, and out popped the handle of something. Lifting his hand from the scanner, Julian pulled the handle, revealing a .45 colt handgun. No tricks, no gimmicks, no billion dollar investment or alien technology. Just cold steel. He aimed at the man's back and fired three rounds. He was stunned, the bullets penetrating his skin but getting no further than half an inch before his dense muscle mass prevented more serious injury.  All it did was piss him off, as he turned on Julian, Red, Eilidh and Dandelion. He rampaged towards Julian who fired more rounds - the hulking man protecting his body with his forearm, each bullet leaving him with a small, bleeding wound. Julian's gun clicked empty and was thrown aside, Julian barely having the time to pull up the suitcase as the punch came in, using the suitcase as a shield he was thrown across the room, a solid ten meters sliding on the floor. 

'You'll never need kinetic shielding in a suitcase, Mr. Luthor.' Julian mocked the RnD people at Lexcorp - talking to his 'father'. A memory that wasn't his. Julian had never been to Lexcorp's RnD. This suitcase wasn't his own design. He might've been given a concussion, but it also might have set the ball in motion for him to uncover something. Julian began recovering as the rest of his recruits began attacking the lone beast - the Genius barely taking the time to consider the fact that there's four more of them down there. 

[i]One solution at a time, Julian.[/i]