Bank of the West
1191 2nd Ave Ste. 120, Seattle
The bank was still and quiet. Lights turned off, the occasional ‘
beep, beep, beep’ of the armed security system echoing throughout the building. The floors gleamed and shined from having recently been cleaned, desks were cleared with folders arranged neatly for the next day's work. For now all was still, and all was well.
Suddenly a wall came crashing down, a tall masked figured crashing through it. Three more came after him, shirts torn and bursting with muscle that would make the most ardent bodybuilder feel pathetic in comparison. The lead man turned to the last to come through the wall, pointing at him and then the hole in the wall.
“Espera aquí.” The rearguard nodded as the rest of them moved further into the building, at this point the alarm was ringing out, lights had turned on. Yet the three men that pushed their way farther into the bank didn’t seem to care. Barging their way through doors that they barely fit through deeper into the bank until they came to a bank vault. The leader chuckled as he rubbed his hands together, grabbing around the door he chuckled as he started to pull at the door. It creaked and groaned.
Inaudible over the grunting and groaning of the leader trying to pull off the vault door two feet walked through the door, a slight humming of his companion beside him.
“Eh Ehm.” The masked men didn’t seem to notice the sound.
“Eh EHM.” Still nothing. Looking around he picked up a piece of debris and threw it at the leader, it bounced off his head causing them all to turn around to face the new arrival.
“Qué cojones?” The man stood there feeling proud of himself, arms on his hips in the most heroic pose he could think off.
“I believe you’ll find that the bank is now
closed.” He flashed the masked men his trademark grin. “I’m going to have to place you all under arrest now.”
“WOAH!” Booster ducked as the man heaved, pulling the door to the vault off its hinges and threw it at him. Barely avoiding it before it went crashing through the wall behind him. Skeets flew up to avoid it lazily.
“Sir, I did advise against this course of action. It is highly unlikely you will be able to take all three in a fair fight.”
Booster scowled up at the robot. “I managed with the one at the wall.”
“That’s because you snuck up on him, sir.”
“I think you’ll find that sneaking up on someone is a perfectl-” A fist crashed into his face. As he had been arguing with the little robot one of the two masked men had decided to take the opportunity to sneak up on
him. He spat blood looking up, he rolled to avoid a second blow, landing on his back fists up he threw bolts of energy at the man knocking him back onto his feet. “See Skeets I-”
“Behind you!” Booster pushed up from the ground, his suit allowing him to hover in the air momentarily as the other man came rushing past where he had just been. Boosters smile was wiped on his face when the man in the mask reached up, grabbed Booster's legs and swung him in an arc and down onto the ground.
Skeets hovering above looked down at Booster. “Perhaps I should try and see if the League is finished with their mission and are able to-”
Booster brought his head up to meet that of the man who was now trying to pin him. As he recoiled, Booster fired a blast of energy at the man’s hands that were still clamped around his ankles. The air was knocked out of him as the one from before brought his elbow down on Boosters stomach forcing him to double over.
“No, no. This is fine.”
Rolling to avoid a second blow he managed to find his way onto his feet; just in time to plant his fist squarely in the centre of one of his attackers groin. If they weren’t going to play fair, neither was he.
“Wait, wasn’t there three of them?” Before he knew what happened he felt a foot kick into the square of his back throwing him across the room, head first into a wall where he collapsed into an undignified heap.
“Oh dear, he hates waking up in a heap.” As their attention was now cast towards Skeets, the little robot didn’t hesitate in shooting off through the hole in the wall created by the vault door. If the League wasn’t available to help, surely
someone would be.
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