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[Color=silver][b]Location:[/b][/color] Bank Rooftop
[Color=silver][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] The Team but mostly Zatara[hr]

As Viktor was dropped onto the rooftop, he contemplated how this mission would play out. It had been the first time Kila took the lead of the entire team. Viktor was confident in his ability to do so and also knew of his capacity to be decisive firsthand. In a hostage situation, this was absolutely necessary.

[Color=silver][I]Exceptional.[/I][/color] He thought as Kila briefed the team on their given tasks and the critical objectives. He didn't consider being paired with Zach favorably but he knew it was the right call. Leaving personal gripes aside, Viktor gave Kila a swift nod.

[Color=silver]“Affirmative.”[/color] He turned toward the southern edge of the roof with Zach who levitated down below and proceeded to disable the getaway van. [Color=silver]“My turn.”[/color] Viktor peered down the building's edge before jumping and swan-diving down. Squeezing against his torso with his arms, he activated the glider webbing in his suit that was comparable to that of a wingsuit. As he glided down he could hear the engine of the van revving as it could with no effect. When the criminals realized their attempt was fruitless thanks to Zach's quick response, they started exiting the vehicle. Three came out of the back doors while the two up front swung their doors open in frustration on the matter.

[color=mediumpurple]“Who the hell's that?!”[/color] The thug that exited from the passenger side shouted as he saw Zach, drawing an unrecognized long gun that was chrome in appearance. It was the weapon that had left the police officers incapacitated or worse around the vehicle.

[color=teal]“That's…”[/color] He actually recognized Zach due to his subscription to the young hero's YouTube channel! [color=teal]“Fuck just shoot him!”[/color] Viktor landed beside Zach with a roll that ended with him throwing not a knife but a spherical object into the face of the thug who exited out of the passenger side door. The solid projectile crushed against the bridge of his nose, causing him to drop his weapon as he grabbed his face.

For the first time in a long time, Viktor altered his equipment set again. It was a decision he pondered on making after the mission in Taos. Throwing a knife with his strength wasn't always warranted. Deliberate nonlethal incapacitation was something that seemed to hinder his decision-making at times, limiting his versatility. And what better projectile than one sharing the shape of an object from his favorite childhood sports game? 

[Color=silver]“Zatara, weapons malfunctions, now!”[/color] Without those, he and Zatara would wipe the floor with the remaining four.