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The movers and shakers kept talking while Fontana whispered at them, his hands beginning to hover near the inside of his jacket, "Yeah, and there's a lot of guys to walk out. I need you two to get some guys and-" suddenly the fragile and tense atmosphere was shattered into a million pieces. The first round, fired by a red-faced and cursing Russian thug splattered his rivals brains all over the back wall. It wouldn't be the first. Those with faster draws drew their weapons as the room burst into chaos and noise.
Fontana cursed and pulled Marconi under the table while La Sombra and music drew pistols. Dozer shoved Donovan behind his massive back, Maine ducked under the table, and El Rey smiled as he drew his own weapons. Sides were chosen instantly, mainly based on prior alliances or rivalries. The room was rent by the sound of gunfire as rounds were pumped in all directions. Blood flew everywhere. It spattered the walls, the table, other gangsters. Men dropped like flies as every grudge between every gang suddenly burst to the surface.
Fontana shouted and the Outfit began firing while their high-powered allies did the same, the coalition of leaders banding together against the random violence. There had been hundreds of men in this room and already dozens were dead. Over the thunder of gunfire, outside other gangsters took up a fight, the Witchfinder making his presence known with his fifty caliber rifle. Several of Argus's men had been killed but the rest maintained discipline and fired back at the aggressors around them while the man himself kept his head down.
The Dungeon Master's Elf had been ventilated and the Archer had managed to down several men before choking from a bullet in his neck. The man himself was under a shield cast by the Mage along with his Knight. The Iranians turned on everyone and they flashed through t crowd, tearing and ripping with inhuman strength and speed. Hailstorm shoved the frozen statue of a man into the ground and kept firing torrents of ice while Dozer wrapped Christian in his arms and shielded her against the rounds, charging through the hole in the wall he'd made to safety.
And it seemed there had been more metas present than previously thought. Several of the street gangs had a super or two with them and soon enough fireballs, lightning bolts, ice spikes, and more flew through the air along with bullets. One such Meta spotted Marconi and jumped on the table and flashed towards him in blinding speed. He was no Nitrous but he was faster than any normal man could have followed, a knife flashed in his hand and several men were choking on blood as he slashed throats while running at Marconi. Another man took off his sunglasses and his eyes gleamed red before scything through a whole swatch of Yakuza gangsters. He then turned his gaze towards Argus and his men.
The Hall
Apogee hugged Volt back and squeezed. Though she did so lightly, he would definitely feel the world's strongest girl wrapping her arms around him. Her sobs continued for several minutes, her tears flowing freely down her face. Gradually the tears decreased in intensity and volume until finally she only sniffled and before long those abated as well. She still held him however. She was much much stronger than Volt but shorter and her wet eyes looked up at his, "Thank You." Her eyes flashed red and they were suddenly dry. After a few more moments she withdrew the hug, leaving Volt somewhat sore. She looked at the ruined punching bags and said, "I want to get away from her for a little. I don't care where, just away for a bit. Will you join me?"
You
Styx smiled and leaned back in her chair, "We all serve a master. A dark warlock of extreme power. I know not what his name is or even what he truly looks like. But I have felt his power. He is one of the most powerful mages alive. He calls himself the Ascendant. His base of operations is not truly known to us. The way to it is forever changing and the location itself is warded like noting else I have ever seen. We see him when he wishes it and no doubt he knows now that I am captured. You met him before when you stopped that silly Sarin and her gang in the bank." No doubt Sonja still remembered Bouncer's voice changing to that of some demonic monstrosity while her eyes gleamed blood red, no doubt she remembered the mental presence of something that was dark and powerful like nothing she had ever quite felt in a mortal.
Styx smiled, "Your pet Magus would be no match for him. Indeed even your Elder Mages would be hard-pressed against him. But there is another. A woman in red who is almost always by his side. An enchantress and a witch you may know as Desdemona." Desdemona was an infamous witch among the magic community. She seemed to be a young and beautiful pale brunette in her twenties but she had been alive since the mid 1600s. Mages were commonly long-lived but they still age visibly. Not so with Desdemona.
Desdemona had once been a respected Mage and member of the Fellowship of Sorcery, a member with promise whose achievements and work made great leaps and bounds in arcane theory and study. However as the centuries passed Desdemona's beauty began to slowly fade as wrinkles grey hair started to appear more and more. The vain Desdemona in the later years had become obsessed with remaining eternally young. She shunned every other pursuit to follow her obsession and it ostracized her from her fellow Sorcerers until finally in the 1970s she found the answer.
She drained the life force of young, beautiful girls until they were withered husks. She shared the secret with several others and they began abducting scores of young women for their purpose. Finally they had been discovered by the Magus after they went so far as to enslave an entire remote village in the English country side. Every single member of her little following soon lost their head save their leader who lead the Magus on a case across the sea and through the vastness of America, costing a half-dozen Magus their lives along with several innocents as she "feed".
She had run into South America and there she had been lost by the Magus. It was assumed she had died there, the victim of either a mundane crime boss, the jungle, or even another supernatural predator. Her work remained influential but she was never spoken of again except as a cautionary tale to acolytes of the dangers of forbidden research. And now she has resurfaced. Styx said, "Desdemona is his right hand. She is the one who gives us most of our instructions. And I know where to find her. She found a lair in the Spirit Realm where she conducts her research and gathers strength to the Ascendant's cause. Ogres, ghouls, vampires, and darker things. To enter you need to find the link in the mortal plane and open a rift," she smiled again, "The link is at the bottom of Lake Michigan."
Villa finally broke. She gritted her teeth and said, "Fine. I want to cut a deal. Keep me out of the damn box." Vigilance said, "Depends on what you give us." Villa spit and stared at Morningstar, "What do you want to know?"
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Everyone, I apologize profusely for the incredibly long absence. It is a betrayal to all the loyal players that I have had the privilege of roleplaying with. Together we've made one of the best threads I've ever been a part of with over 300 posts. Due to extreme family crisis here and just bad luck, I've been held up for more than a week due to the fallout of said crisis while losing my computer.
Luckily I have a laptop now and can resume edits. But this shouldn't happen again. You all deserve better. In light of this, I decided that this roleplay is no longer my sole province as GM. If they accept, I'd like to have both Sam and Poly on as Co-GMs, as I've collaborated with them the most and they have pretty solid ideas of my own prior vision for the direction of the RP.
Should I ever be indisposed again, I'd like one of both of them to drive events forward and the three of us can build on plots for the future. I've also decided to accelerate the RP a bit. I said before that all characters must be League members until future threads.
As of now, I'm allowing players to control up to 4 characters who may also be villainous. Villain characters can be Legionaries or independent criminals of all stripes. I'm also allowing lone anti-heroic vigilante types. For those who want an independent character, keep in mind that things are going to be much harder for them than if they belonged to a group. Though Lone Vigilantes aren't subject to follow the same rules as the League they do tread very thin ice. So if you feel your character doesn't fit in the League they can strike out on their own at their own peril.
Your character can now be imprisoned or critically injured or some such lasting condition. I'm debating whether or not to turn on death and wold like to hear thoughts.
Well if you forgive my trespasses I'd like to welcome you all back fi you'll have me.
Luckily I have a laptop now and can resume edits. But this shouldn't happen again. You all deserve better. In light of this, I decided that this roleplay is no longer my sole province as GM. If they accept, I'd like to have both Sam and Poly on as Co-GMs, as I've collaborated with them the most and they have pretty solid ideas of my own prior vision for the direction of the RP.
Should I ever be indisposed again, I'd like one of both of them to drive events forward and the three of us can build on plots for the future. I've also decided to accelerate the RP a bit. I said before that all characters must be League members until future threads.
As of now, I'm allowing players to control up to 4 characters who may also be villainous. Villain characters can be Legionaries or independent criminals of all stripes. I'm also allowing lone anti-heroic vigilante types. For those who want an independent character, keep in mind that things are going to be much harder for them than if they belonged to a group. Though Lone Vigilantes aren't subject to follow the same rules as the League they do tread very thin ice. So if you feel your character doesn't fit in the League they can strike out on their own at their own peril.
Your character can now be imprisoned or critically injured or some such lasting condition. I'm debating whether or not to turn on death and wold like to hear thoughts.
Well if you forgive my trespasses I'd like to welcome you all back fi you'll have me.
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I was getting a bit worried myself but I'm fairly sure we have enough people still to keep going. I'll have a post by tomorrow morning at the latest
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I have very little idea how that works :P I'll pm my skype name
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I can guarantee a Kaiju fight at some point.
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That's alright, we just have to increase the post content then. Unless you have Skype, that might allow faster pace by smaller increments.
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The Meet
As the two hirelings talked among themselves, the room was filled with the clamor of crime bosses and syndicate leaders all trying to get a word in. Marconi tried to talk over the onslaught of voices while Music scowled in his chair. Maine looked utterly unflappable while El Rey seemed to revel in the chaos. The arguments, suggestions, accusations, and threats kept escalating and it seemed the most historic gang meet ever would dissolve in seconds until Donovan snapped her fingers. Dozer nodded and slammed his fist into the wall behind him, completely collapsing it while shouting, "QUIET!!!!" His voice boomed in the hall and rang so loudly that everyone covered their ears and grunted in pain.
Voices died in throats and eyes wandered over nothing as Christian Donovan, the so-called Pirate Queen of the Gulf, stood and addressed the room, "Thank you Dozer." The dark-skinned goliath nodded and crossed his tree-trunk sized arms. Donovan smiled and the expression had a dark allure that promised all kinds of things, many deadly, "First off, I'd like to thank our hosts for inviting us all here. Never before have so many come together like this, let us not waste it. We're here to take back our business from the Legion. If nobody has anything constructive to say, please stay quiet. Or my man will have to escort you out." Dozer growled, the sound almost subsonic, and her authority was cemented.
Marconi briefly frowned but it was replaced in a flash with his trademark smile, "Thank you Christian. She's right. The League is bad enough but Legion is running us all out of business. We're all losing money and men faster than Congress's credibility. They are a unified front and they're wiping us all out because we've been fighting each other. Now, it's us or them and if we don't act now we'll all be dead or in jail. Or worse, getting honest jobs." The whole room grimaced at that.
Marconi continued, "What we need is a coalition. A meeting of all the syndicates into one Alliance. We'll put aside our grudges and vendettas long enough to put a bullet in every Legionnaire. Then we can get back to killing each other. This coalition will be led by the bosses of the biggest gangs serving as a committee. For the moment, we'll pool all our men, money, and supplies together and especially our metas. We'll hire more guns. We'll bribe more cops. We'll even slip some things to the League. All so we can get rid of the Legion. If we work together, we got a hell of a better chance than we do alone."
The discussion continued with the Juarez delegation, the Maine Family, Donovan, and a few others making the most contribution. The Iranians remained silent while the Dungeon Master looked amused and Argus kept a blank face. It seemed to be progressing swimmingly, with several management and organizational decisions decided. But there were some unhappy faces in the crowd. Minor gang bosses and independent crews were irritated at the leadership of only some gangs. More than a few men seemed itching for a fight. Marconi and Music kept delegating with the other bosses and the growing unrest went mostly unnoticed save for Fontana who gestured to his hirelings.
The Hall
Apogee punched the bag for a few seconds as if not hearing but Volt could see the slump in her shoulders as she kept hitting it. Eventually she said, "Not good Volt. I messed up today. I almost got you killed today. I killed today. And Bluegrass is dead. Beatdrop is dead. Even that new girl Cordella is dead. I just... I don't" she kept hitting the bag, even harder now, and one could almost hear the tears rising under the surface.
In Styx's interrogation room, Thomas projected back, Alright Sonja. I'll try to smooth things over with the Magus and the Fellowship. But if this goes south. It's her head.... and probably yours too. Styx smiled and clasped hands with Sonja on the table. Something that sounded like a small sonic boom bounded across the room as Styx glowed with dark light. The pact was made and they were now bound. Styx leaned back in her chair and said, "Ask me questions, I wouldn't know where to start."
Vigilance grunted, not at all happy with the direction, but entered the room and closed the door. He kept the mask on and dropped the file on the floor, while Morningstar watched on the other side of the glass. Vigilance pulled out a chair and sat, "You're in a lot of trouble Rodriguez. Multiple killings. Assaulting officers of the law. Threatening civilians in a public space. Kidnapping. Breaking and entering. Illegal possession of weapons. And resisting arrest. Put that along with all your other crimes and you're a shoe in with the death penalty. They might be trying to abolish it sure, but I'm sure a judge and jury will expedite your case. It's not going to be like last time." Villa spat on the floor, "And if I refuse? Why should I be scared of you pussies?"
Vigilance laughed and said, "You'll be put in Pandora's Box, that new supermax they're building in the ass end of nowhere. Minimal contact with the outside. Iron tight security. And the most dangerous supers in the country. And what do you have? Super-reflexes? You won't even make it to the chair. You'll be raped then killed most likely. Or killed than raped. Maybe eaten. Legion can't save you. The only person who can save you is me. And I'm still iffy."
Villa sat still as stone in her chair but underneath the table her foot tapped erratically. Vigilance continued, "Tell me everything you know about Legion. Names, places, dates, everything. I want it all and I want it now." Villa gritted her teeth, "Fuck you hero." Vigilance laughed again, "Hero? I'm no hero. I'm not even particularly nice. No, tell me everything or I'll let the word slip on the street that we had this talk. Even if you get out, what do you think happens then?" Vigilance leaned in, "You're all alone now Rodriguez. Up shit creek. And I'm about to throw away the paddle."
Villa was still resisting but her uncertainty was starting to show, doubts about her survival and her own organization. All she needed was another push.
As the two hirelings talked among themselves, the room was filled with the clamor of crime bosses and syndicate leaders all trying to get a word in. Marconi tried to talk over the onslaught of voices while Music scowled in his chair. Maine looked utterly unflappable while El Rey seemed to revel in the chaos. The arguments, suggestions, accusations, and threats kept escalating and it seemed the most historic gang meet ever would dissolve in seconds until Donovan snapped her fingers. Dozer nodded and slammed his fist into the wall behind him, completely collapsing it while shouting, "QUIET!!!!" His voice boomed in the hall and rang so loudly that everyone covered their ears and grunted in pain.
Voices died in throats and eyes wandered over nothing as Christian Donovan, the so-called Pirate Queen of the Gulf, stood and addressed the room, "Thank you Dozer." The dark-skinned goliath nodded and crossed his tree-trunk sized arms. Donovan smiled and the expression had a dark allure that promised all kinds of things, many deadly, "First off, I'd like to thank our hosts for inviting us all here. Never before have so many come together like this, let us not waste it. We're here to take back our business from the Legion. If nobody has anything constructive to say, please stay quiet. Or my man will have to escort you out." Dozer growled, the sound almost subsonic, and her authority was cemented.
Marconi briefly frowned but it was replaced in a flash with his trademark smile, "Thank you Christian. She's right. The League is bad enough but Legion is running us all out of business. We're all losing money and men faster than Congress's credibility. They are a unified front and they're wiping us all out because we've been fighting each other. Now, it's us or them and if we don't act now we'll all be dead or in jail. Or worse, getting honest jobs." The whole room grimaced at that.
Marconi continued, "What we need is a coalition. A meeting of all the syndicates into one Alliance. We'll put aside our grudges and vendettas long enough to put a bullet in every Legionnaire. Then we can get back to killing each other. This coalition will be led by the bosses of the biggest gangs serving as a committee. For the moment, we'll pool all our men, money, and supplies together and especially our metas. We'll hire more guns. We'll bribe more cops. We'll even slip some things to the League. All so we can get rid of the Legion. If we work together, we got a hell of a better chance than we do alone."
The discussion continued with the Juarez delegation, the Maine Family, Donovan, and a few others making the most contribution. The Iranians remained silent while the Dungeon Master looked amused and Argus kept a blank face. It seemed to be progressing swimmingly, with several management and organizational decisions decided. But there were some unhappy faces in the crowd. Minor gang bosses and independent crews were irritated at the leadership of only some gangs. More than a few men seemed itching for a fight. Marconi and Music kept delegating with the other bosses and the growing unrest went mostly unnoticed save for Fontana who gestured to his hirelings.
The Hall
Apogee punched the bag for a few seconds as if not hearing but Volt could see the slump in her shoulders as she kept hitting it. Eventually she said, "Not good Volt. I messed up today. I almost got you killed today. I killed today. And Bluegrass is dead. Beatdrop is dead. Even that new girl Cordella is dead. I just... I don't" she kept hitting the bag, even harder now, and one could almost hear the tears rising under the surface.
In Styx's interrogation room, Thomas projected back, Alright Sonja. I'll try to smooth things over with the Magus and the Fellowship. But if this goes south. It's her head.... and probably yours too. Styx smiled and clasped hands with Sonja on the table. Something that sounded like a small sonic boom bounded across the room as Styx glowed with dark light. The pact was made and they were now bound. Styx leaned back in her chair and said, "Ask me questions, I wouldn't know where to start."
Vigilance grunted, not at all happy with the direction, but entered the room and closed the door. He kept the mask on and dropped the file on the floor, while Morningstar watched on the other side of the glass. Vigilance pulled out a chair and sat, "You're in a lot of trouble Rodriguez. Multiple killings. Assaulting officers of the law. Threatening civilians in a public space. Kidnapping. Breaking and entering. Illegal possession of weapons. And resisting arrest. Put that along with all your other crimes and you're a shoe in with the death penalty. They might be trying to abolish it sure, but I'm sure a judge and jury will expedite your case. It's not going to be like last time." Villa spat on the floor, "And if I refuse? Why should I be scared of you pussies?"
Vigilance laughed and said, "You'll be put in Pandora's Box, that new supermax they're building in the ass end of nowhere. Minimal contact with the outside. Iron tight security. And the most dangerous supers in the country. And what do you have? Super-reflexes? You won't even make it to the chair. You'll be raped then killed most likely. Or killed than raped. Maybe eaten. Legion can't save you. The only person who can save you is me. And I'm still iffy."
Villa sat still as stone in her chair but underneath the table her foot tapped erratically. Vigilance continued, "Tell me everything you know about Legion. Names, places, dates, everything. I want it all and I want it now." Villa gritted her teeth, "Fuck you hero." Vigilance laughed again, "Hero? I'm no hero. I'm not even particularly nice. No, tell me everything or I'll let the word slip on the street that we had this talk. Even if you get out, what do you think happens then?" Vigilance leaned in, "You're all alone now Rodriguez. Up shit creek. And I'm about to throw away the paddle."
Villa was still resisting but her uncertainty was starting to show, doubts about her survival and her own organization. All she needed was another push.
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Max, Waiting is not necessary at this point in the RP it's pretty much a formality so you can just put in his quick registration and acceptance.
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Vivian nodded at Ray, "Roger, I'll move in. If I run into anything, I'll give a yell and you come in hands blazing." Vivian commed T, "Hey Michael please do the me the favor of of blocking all transmissions from the sub." T confirmed and Crimson Fox opened the hatch and dropped in. The sub was a small one and the hallways weren't very spacious. With her lithe form however, she didn't feel very cramped at all. The sub seemed to be deserted and most of the systems were shut off. She reached the command room and took a breath before carefully opening it.
Inside she saw six guards working at panels and a diminutive man in a suit and top hat standing next to a man in a wetsuit with a web-like fringe instead of hair and a woman in a blue suit. This must have been the Dummy and the Shark and the suited woman might have been the Puzzler. Crimson Fox smiled, these guys were D-List at best. She took a few steps back and got a running start before pouncing into the room. She caught one guard right in the chest and slammed him to the floor. She head-butted him to the ground before getting to her feet and slamming his partner's head into a control panel.
The next man had time to draw a pistol but Vivian stepped to the side and forward before slamming an elbow down on the man's. Bones cracked and Vivian grabbed him by the torso and kicked him into the next man, sending them both tumbling to the floor. Vivian ran forward, after punching the trapped man in the face, as two guards leveled assault rifles. She kept running before sliding through the floor, the bullets flying over her head as she did. She slid to a stop in front of the men and her fists slammed into both of their crotches.
Both of them groaned in pain and dropped their weapons before Vivian stood and slammed their heads together. Then she grabbed them by their necks and threw them at Shark who caught him with one hand and the Puzzler who disassembled into several pieces to avoid the man. The Crimson Fox used that distraction to run up to the Dummy and uppercut him into the ceiling. He hit the ceiling hard and on the way down Vivian slammed her elbow into his gut. He was down for the count, the Dummy had never been big on physical confrontation anyway. Crimson Fox smiled at her takedown of a villain.
Shark tried to slam the guard's body into her but she ducked under the body and her fist flew up into Shark's jaw. Shark staggered back and Vivian turned around to see the reconstituted Puzzler take a swing at her. She grabbed the Puzzler's fist but it disassembled as she did and the Puzzler was free of her grasp. The Puzzler wasn't free of Vivian's boot sending her flying down the room however. Crimson Fox doubted Puzzler was down but she turned back on Shark and started rapidly slamming fist after fist into Shark's gut making him grunt with every hit.
Shark raised a clawed hand and tried to slash at her but Vivian rolled back and commed Ray, "Hey Ray, found something. Shark and Puzzler trying to kill me, help would be appreciated. Kisses." Vivian jumped to the side as Shark charged her and her elbow slammed into his back, upsetting his balance and making him particularly vulnerable to Vivian's foot sending him flying several feet forward at Puzzler who split apart and rejoined to avoid him. Vivian hoped her partner showed up, and soon.
Meanwhile in the estate, Vibe didn't say or do anything but he seemed to relax visibly. Finally they found the armory and Vibe nodded at the two guards who let him in. Inside they found the mother-lode of weapons. Assault rifles, shotguns, grenades, light machine guns, rocket launchers, mortars, sentry turrets, drones, pistols, and all kinds of next-gen weaponry and gadgetry. They definitely had to take this room out. Luckily there weren't any mooks in the room. Unluckily there were two supervillains. Javelin and Puppeteer were both there. Javelin was working on an arsenal of his high-tech namesake while Puppeteer was fiddling with his hypnosis ray gun. They both needed to go but Puppeteer's ray gun was much more dangerous. I'll get Puppeteer, you take Javelin .
Trusting Gypsy to her own devices he walked off and pretended to be examining several racks of weapons and inspecting them until he was behind the Puppeteer who was humming to himself as he worked on his ray gun. Vibe turned around and seeing they were out of view of the cameras, his arms flew forward and wrapped around the super-villain. His cries were choked out by Vibe's arm as he began to lose consciousness before slumping down to the floor. Javelin had had his back to Puppeteer and he probably didn't hear that but hopefully Cindy had already taken care of him. He really hoped Jack and Sandy had taken care of the cameras.
Jack followed Sandy's lead and as they walked towards the security room they planted several of the gas pellets that would flow across the ventilation into high-traffic areas like the barracks and the cafeteria. They finally found the security room which had two guards outside. Jack spoke up, "Hey we're the relief shift." One of the guards said, "You're kinda early aren't you." Jack shrugged, "Tsukuri's orders. You wanna take it up with her?" The guards looked at each other before shrugging and walking off.
Inside they found a large room with computer screen that took up a whole wall had a view of all the cameras as well as controls for all the automated defense measures and security systems. Four techs were working at the controls and a man stood and faced the monitors. The garish helmet he wore on his head made Jack believe the man to be the Thinker, whose helmet allowed telepathy and mind control. A logical choice to oversee the security room. There were two guards with assault rifles as well.
He needed to be taken out first. Jack whispered, "I'll take the big guy and the mooks while you get the nerds and work on the computer." Jack walked up and said to Thinker, "Sir, I have a report to make." Thinker chuckled as Jack took off the skin patch. No doubt, arrogant villain that he was, Thinker would have used his telepathy helmet to look into Jack's thoughts and seem impressive. That plan backfired when Thinker looked into the mind of the Creeper. As he turned, his eyes bulged and he grabbed his head babbling incoherently and yelling.
The two guards ran forward but Creeper flipped in the air behind one, denying his partner the target. Creeper jumped up and kicked both legs into the man's back sending him flying forward. Creeper fell to the floor but jumped up to his feet and leaped forward after him. He grabbed the man in mid-air and both of them slammed into the other guard, Creeper laughed, "Yay! Twister!" All three of them were in a heap of limbs but Creeper locked one man with his leg while he choked the other one out with his arms, laughing all the while, until the men blacked out. Thinker kept babbling and Creeper stood up to see how Sandy was doing.
Inside she saw six guards working at panels and a diminutive man in a suit and top hat standing next to a man in a wetsuit with a web-like fringe instead of hair and a woman in a blue suit. This must have been the Dummy and the Shark and the suited woman might have been the Puzzler. Crimson Fox smiled, these guys were D-List at best. She took a few steps back and got a running start before pouncing into the room. She caught one guard right in the chest and slammed him to the floor. She head-butted him to the ground before getting to her feet and slamming his partner's head into a control panel.
The next man had time to draw a pistol but Vivian stepped to the side and forward before slamming an elbow down on the man's. Bones cracked and Vivian grabbed him by the torso and kicked him into the next man, sending them both tumbling to the floor. Vivian ran forward, after punching the trapped man in the face, as two guards leveled assault rifles. She kept running before sliding through the floor, the bullets flying over her head as she did. She slid to a stop in front of the men and her fists slammed into both of their crotches.
Both of them groaned in pain and dropped their weapons before Vivian stood and slammed their heads together. Then she grabbed them by their necks and threw them at Shark who caught him with one hand and the Puzzler who disassembled into several pieces to avoid the man. The Crimson Fox used that distraction to run up to the Dummy and uppercut him into the ceiling. He hit the ceiling hard and on the way down Vivian slammed her elbow into his gut. He was down for the count, the Dummy had never been big on physical confrontation anyway. Crimson Fox smiled at her takedown of a villain.
Shark tried to slam the guard's body into her but she ducked under the body and her fist flew up into Shark's jaw. Shark staggered back and Vivian turned around to see the reconstituted Puzzler take a swing at her. She grabbed the Puzzler's fist but it disassembled as she did and the Puzzler was free of her grasp. The Puzzler wasn't free of Vivian's boot sending her flying down the room however. Crimson Fox doubted Puzzler was down but she turned back on Shark and started rapidly slamming fist after fist into Shark's gut making him grunt with every hit.
Shark raised a clawed hand and tried to slash at her but Vivian rolled back and commed Ray, "Hey Ray, found something. Shark and Puzzler trying to kill me, help would be appreciated. Kisses." Vivian jumped to the side as Shark charged her and her elbow slammed into his back, upsetting his balance and making him particularly vulnerable to Vivian's foot sending him flying several feet forward at Puzzler who split apart and rejoined to avoid him. Vivian hoped her partner showed up, and soon.
Meanwhile in the estate, Vibe didn't say or do anything but he seemed to relax visibly. Finally they found the armory and Vibe nodded at the two guards who let him in. Inside they found the mother-lode of weapons. Assault rifles, shotguns, grenades, light machine guns, rocket launchers, mortars, sentry turrets, drones, pistols, and all kinds of next-gen weaponry and gadgetry. They definitely had to take this room out. Luckily there weren't any mooks in the room. Unluckily there were two supervillains. Javelin and Puppeteer were both there. Javelin was working on an arsenal of his high-tech namesake while Puppeteer was fiddling with his hypnosis ray gun. They both needed to go but Puppeteer's ray gun was much more dangerous. I'll get Puppeteer, you take Javelin .
Trusting Gypsy to her own devices he walked off and pretended to be examining several racks of weapons and inspecting them until he was behind the Puppeteer who was humming to himself as he worked on his ray gun. Vibe turned around and seeing they were out of view of the cameras, his arms flew forward and wrapped around the super-villain. His cries were choked out by Vibe's arm as he began to lose consciousness before slumping down to the floor. Javelin had had his back to Puppeteer and he probably didn't hear that but hopefully Cindy had already taken care of him. He really hoped Jack and Sandy had taken care of the cameras.
Jack followed Sandy's lead and as they walked towards the security room they planted several of the gas pellets that would flow across the ventilation into high-traffic areas like the barracks and the cafeteria. They finally found the security room which had two guards outside. Jack spoke up, "Hey we're the relief shift." One of the guards said, "You're kinda early aren't you." Jack shrugged, "Tsukuri's orders. You wanna take it up with her?" The guards looked at each other before shrugging and walking off.
Inside they found a large room with computer screen that took up a whole wall had a view of all the cameras as well as controls for all the automated defense measures and security systems. Four techs were working at the controls and a man stood and faced the monitors. The garish helmet he wore on his head made Jack believe the man to be the Thinker, whose helmet allowed telepathy and mind control. A logical choice to oversee the security room. There were two guards with assault rifles as well.
He needed to be taken out first. Jack whispered, "I'll take the big guy and the mooks while you get the nerds and work on the computer." Jack walked up and said to Thinker, "Sir, I have a report to make." Thinker chuckled as Jack took off the skin patch. No doubt, arrogant villain that he was, Thinker would have used his telepathy helmet to look into Jack's thoughts and seem impressive. That plan backfired when Thinker looked into the mind of the Creeper. As he turned, his eyes bulged and he grabbed his head babbling incoherently and yelling.
The two guards ran forward but Creeper flipped in the air behind one, denying his partner the target. Creeper jumped up and kicked both legs into the man's back sending him flying forward. Creeper fell to the floor but jumped up to his feet and leaped forward after him. He grabbed the man in mid-air and both of them slammed into the other guard, Creeper laughed, "Yay! Twister!" All three of them were in a heap of limbs but Creeper locked one man with his leg while he choked the other one out with his arms, laughing all the while, until the men blacked out. Thinker kept babbling and Creeper stood up to see how Sandy was doing.
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