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Post by avalanche on Sept 21, 2006 0:46:08 GMT -5
The next morning it was show time. Avalanche and Recluse were up before the sun, and had packed plenty of preparations for their heist.
Dom knew his partner had made plenty of webbing the night before, and watched, completely enrapt, as she crafted the webs into various forms and tools. It was pretty impressive. Of course, she didn’t let him see her make it. That left him to use his imagination, and put a smile on his face that had almost gotten him bitten. And a bite from her was pretty devastating.
Now he stood in an alley, awaiting the armored car. He wore a double breasted black leather jacket, an ancient military number from WWII, German side. He’d picked it up at an army surplus store, and always thought it looked bad ass. It looked good with his gloves, and his specially crafted leather helmet and mask, which covered the top half of his face. The mask was plated with chrome across its majority. The design was to draw as much attention as possible to the mask, and away from his voice or other distinguishing features. It also provided some level of armor.
He peeked around the corner with a small mirror on a stick, and watched as the Armored car turned onto this long, deserted back street. Between him and it, was a low hanging train bridge…
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Post by recluse on Sept 21, 2006 1:33:10 GMT -5
Most of the evening had been spent in preparation, and now Gracie was hanging upside down from a train overbridge, a thread of web attaching her firmly until she needed to drop.
She herself was dressed slightly differently to Dom - in a three quarter sleeve shirt so she could use her hair without showing her tattoos, and a pair of shorts that were shifted aside by the web trailing out of them. It could be so awkward sometimes.
A ski mask hid most of her face, though her jaw was bare so she could use her fangs if she needed them. She had a feeling she would.
An assortment of interesting things were hanging from her person, tools of her web that she had thought would come in handy for this kind of job. Generally she didn't feel the need for anything, but this time she wanted to be prepared. She was usually just the kind to break into houses, not knock over banks and armoured cars and the like.
Her hand made a fist around brass knuckles as Recluse heard a car coming. Rotating herself slowly to watch, she waited until it was almost underneath her before dropping rapidly, a trail of web stretching from the bridge to the car as she landed softly. Her bare feet stuck to the roof, her fingers spreading so that she got as good a grip as possible.
Dom's part came next. She hoped she could hold on.
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Post by avalanche on Sept 21, 2006 1:48:24 GMT -5
Avalanche grinned as he saw her fall to the top of the car and land like a … well, a spider. She had hit so softly they never even knew it.
Now he watched as the car rolled along the road, and when it was within fifty feet of him, he spun around the corner. Time to field test the new abilities.
He held a hand out in front of him, his fingers spread. Invisible to the naked eye, vibratory waves emitted from it, and crumbled the street just in front of the vehicle to rubble. They had no time to react. The car pitched forward, spilling into small pit made by his seismic blast. It fell forward about six feet, and crashed headlong into the bottom.
As he suspected, Gracie had managed to hold her place. That was all part of her talent… now he jogged forward, rapidly closing the distance to the now stranded vehicle. Its back end was jutting out of the hole, and the back wheels rolled uselessly in the air. Still, it was at a forty five degree angle.
By this point the guards had hit the panic button, and New York’s finest were on their way. Given the neighborhood, and barring the random chance of a close squad car, it’d be at least five minutes until a car would make it out here.
The guards would be staying inside, which normally was the smartest move. In that armored hunk they’d be safe from any ordinary attacker – and able to mount a defense.
This situation was far from normal, however.
Stretching out both hands, he started vibrating the front end of the car to liquid sand. He could barely see the guards inside, but now they were panicking.
Both side doors kicked open. They were going to come out, guns blazing… he hoped Recluse was ready.
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Post by recluse on Sept 21, 2006 2:16:52 GMT -5
It took some effort, hanging on, and Recluse was ready to spring back and climb back up her web if need be, but she knew that would totally screw up the job. Still, better than ending up dead on the road, then she'd be no use to anyone.
She kept her grip, though, with only a moment's panic when one hand had lost its traction. And now it was Dom's turn.
Standing, she cut the web and held onto it for balance as Dom started to shake the truck, wiggling her hips just a little to let her little shorts down again, just in case anything was showing. Cause Dom would end up with another of those smiles on his face and she wouldn't be able to wipe it off so easily.
When the doors burst open, Gracie jumped down, using the web like a rope.
"Hi." She grinned, swinging at him with the brass knuckles. Down like a sack of shit, as she'd suspected - he had no chance to react, and he'd end up with a nasty headache in the morning. All going well so far.
Until the second door burst open, and a shot fired out at her.
"Shit!" Luckily the woman wasn't a particularly good shot, and Recluse jumped at her to bite her hand before she could fire another. The gun was dropped instantly, and her flesh started swelling and turning purple before their very eyes. Another swing and this woman was down too. That was going to hurt in the morning.
"You all right over there?" She called out since she couldn't see Dom, before dragging the woman out through the door and ducking her head into the truck.
Payday.
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Post by guardian on Sept 21, 2006 2:21:25 GMT -5
When the panic button was pushed, the police were immediately sent to intercept… but as soon as they got it, so did the Guardian. And as they started to respond, he was already on his way.
Now, the Guardian could fly a touch over the five hundred MPH mark, which put him – especially airborne – as ridiculously faster than any emergency response. There was a possibility that it was nothing. Which was just fine, but if it wasn’t, it would be another publicity spot.
He rocketed towards the address shouted across the police radio, a grin on his face.
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Post by avalanche on Sept 21, 2006 2:28:39 GMT -5
As Recluse was deftly taking out her guard (and a second one!) Dom watched as his drew the heavy shotgun at him. Nothing doing, though, as with a wave of the Greek’s hand, the weapon was vibrated to dust.
The poor guard stared in horror at the ash in his hands, and Dom raked upwards with one of his hands, a small wave of heavy rock and asphalt mirrored his gesture, blasting the guard back into the wall of the pit. He fell with the rubble… he’d live, which Dom wanted (he thought useless killing was for cowards with no sense of self respect), but he’d have plenty of broken bones.
Then he heard the shot, and shot his eyes over at her side, striken with the worst fear.
"You all right over there?"
He released his breath. “Yeah… whew, scared me there. If you got your guy, let’s bust this thing.”
He didn’t need to ask twice. He couldn’t get in through the front doors, but went over to her side and saw her in the back way. Then he saw the third guard. He nodded at Recluse, impressed. She got the first one on sheer suprise, the second was all her ability - and the ability not to panic. Poking his head in next to her, they exchanged grins, and started shoveling bags of cash into their massive duffle bags.
Easy money.
Or so they thought.
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Post by recluse on Sept 21, 2006 2:46:22 GMT -5
Clambering into the back of the truck, Recluse pulled a small bundle off her shirt, unwrapping the thread of web that held it closed.
"Sticky shit, ugh." It came in handy, but it could be really sticky, and hard to get off sometimes. Wrapping the thread around her hand for now, she unfurled the duffle bags and started stuffing cash into them, handing one to Dom so that he could do the same.
Obviously he'd taken care of his guard just fine, and she leant back out the door to pick up the gun that had been left on the ground. Gracie didn't like guns, as a general rule, but sometimes they came in handy. Who could tell what the Brotherhood would want, anyway?
With the majority of the cash packed up, Recluse looked back at Dom.
"Alright, just about done?"
It had gone off without a hitch. Obviously he'd been thinking on this plan for a while.
"Better go before the cops arrive."
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Post by guardian on Sept 21, 2006 2:51:38 GMT -5
Guardian flew over the scene just in time to see two figures high-tailing it from the Armored car, which seemed half buried in the concrete. His first thought was that they’d used some sort of focused explosives. That meant they were pros. The whole thing had only taken them a couple of minutes… pushing two, he believed.
That made it all the sweeter that he’d stop them. So he swooped down, landing twenty feet in front of them, gigantic smile on his face.
“Sorry, guys. You’re crime spree ends here… the Guardian has arrived!” He said, voice filled with bass.
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Post by avalanche on Sept 21, 2006 3:01:43 GMT -5
Avalanche and Recluse skidded to a halt, staring at the costumed, caped superhero. It took a half second for Dom to recognize the mutant from the news, the Guardian of DC. Odd that he was here, in New York. Odder still that he’d found them after less than two minutes… must’ve been an aspect of his power somehow? From what he’d heard, the guy was a heavy hitter.
He didn’t have time to monologue, or whatever it was that villains were supposed to do in these situations. Instead, he simply said “That’s nice,” and swept his arm wide in an arc, blasting a wave of Street over the man, collapsing him in a mound of Rock.
The two shrugged, and went to move past the pile.
Suddenly two fists burst through the rock, spraying them with debris! Guardian burst his way out of the stone trap, an annoyed look on his face. He started to say something that sounded like “So you’re muta-” But again Avalanche launched a wave of rock.
Guardian, prepared, burst through this one too.
Avalanche had a suspicion they were severely screwed. So he quickly threw up a wall in front of Recluse, hopefully blocking her off from Guardian – and using a trick he’d learned in the last year, blasted a large slate of stone up from under him, launching himself like a catapult backwards. He sailed through the air, raising wave after wave of rock in front of him. Forty feet behind where he started, he pointed his hand behind him and drew up another wave of rock, helping him land safely.
Guardian took the bait, blasting angrily through the walls of rock. He was gaining on Dom, who was circling backwards towards the armored car. He hoped Recluse had an idea, because he was fresh out.
He stumbled onto his butt, and Guardian was right up on him, looking like he was considering splattering Dom like a bug across the pavement.
Oh shit.
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Post by recluse on Sept 21, 2006 3:27:16 GMT -5
"Oh, for fuck's sake!" He was trying to protect her, and now he'd just ended up putting himself in danger for no reason at all. Dropping the bag, Gracie pulled out the gun and shot at the guy's back.
It bounced off.
"Who the hell is this guy?"
Well, just because things bounced off him didn't mean there was no way of stopping him. Pulling an implement of web and metal from her shoulder, Recluse swung and threw, thankful that they'd ended up back near the bridge.
Running, Recluse swung like Tarzan on a vine and ended up looping around the caped moron, wrapping him in her web. She tried to sink her teeth into his shoulder only to find herself slipping off whatever it was the bullets had come off.
Well, he was still wrapped pretty tightly in her web.
Let's see him bounce that off.
"C'mon!" Running over to Dom, she offered him a hand.
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Post by guardian on Sept 21, 2006 3:37:20 GMT -5
Guardian was completely impressed. The girl had speed, and she had guts, and she’d wrapped some sort of rope around him.
Rope. Like that was going to stop the… hold the phone. He strained a bit, and tested it. She tried to bite him, but knowing it’d do no good, he was still struggling with… well, he was unsure what this stuff was. It was a light as silk, yet it seemed like he was wrapped in elevator cable. As he strained to get free, it seemed stronger.
The breaking point of the stuff was probably no stronger than steel, but the way it gave just a little bit of slack when he went against it made it much harder to break.
This was a stupid way to be caught.
Though… he could feel the web loosening more… he was doing it, he was stretching it… breaking it!
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Post by avalanche on Sept 21, 2006 3:48:34 GMT -5
Dominic took her hand as she helped him up. He stared, impressed, as the beast of a man was struggling with her uncanny webbing. After a moment it seemed the hero was getting the better of the stuff, but it was all Avalanche needed.
He unleashed his full fury.
Both hands extended before him, he ripped up a twenty foot column of earth on each side of the superhero, covering a large part of the area in shade, then, with a groan of effort, he slammed the two slabs together – Guardian between them. Then, sweat glistening on the parts of his face exposed, he jerked his hands downward, sending the stone casket into the earth.
He was liquefying the stone beneath the great column, and sending it rapidly down into the earth. It sank at a frightening speed, disappearing a hundred feet deep, and buried beneath tons of now solidifying rock.
The force of such an act took it’s toll on Dom, and he stumbled, supported only by Recluse’s weight. She'd saved his life, and he'd never forget that debt.
He could hear the sirens in the distance, and knew the bridge was no good. It’d have to be the back up plan. The Sewer. He waved his hand at the street, and a patch of the asphalt dissappeared, revealing a tunnel beneath.
As they quickly climbed down a piece of her web-rope, the two splashed through the tunnel until they were far enough for Dom to collapse the entrance they’d come through, and pile up enough rubble to secure that no one could follow.
He was breathing incredibly heavily, but they had their loot.
“What… the… FUCK… was that guy!?” He panted.
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Post by recluse on Sept 21, 2006 4:00:43 GMT -5
"Who cares? Took care of the caped moron, didn't we? Who wears that kind of thing, anyway?" She wrinkled her nose as she laughed, peeling off her mask now that they were down in the sewers.
Ew, by the way, but she could handle that smell. It wasn't like Recluse hadn't smelt just as bad in her time.
Gotten soft, obviously.
"You can remember the way back, right?" They needed to get back to their sleazy motel and get themselves showered and changed for the next part of their journey.
Of course, that part was going to be so much sweeter now that they had a bucketload of cash with them.
She wondered what the cops were going to think of the bits of web hanging all over the place. Eventually it would get blown around by the wind, sticking to bits and pieces and hopefully being a bit less obviously mutant. Of course, normal spiders didn't make silk that was finger thick.
"Hope we'll be able to lie low for a while." Thankfully there weren't many people that knew about her mutation, so Gracie had hope that she wouldn't end up on the news. Still, they were joining the Brotherhood - they were bound to end up on the wanted lists at some time or another.
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