RPG-Superhumans (Page 4 of 40)

"I was only coming to save your butt."  Jack smiled.  "Actually I came here looking or help.  He threw the business card to Darklight.  Darklight read it and pondered what it said.  "So you came looking for help assuming that there may be more than a few villians at this meeting."

Jack smirked, "Well Mr. Telepath. Yes exactumundo.  So as you so have accurately guessed it's probably going to be big.  A martial artist/ weapon master and Ms. tele-bleh aren't exactly going to be enough to topple a criminal empire.  So what do you say pal?  Friend, buddy, compadre, amigo, mon ami?"

Flame was standing on a different rooftop now, still able to watch. He assumed the woman was telepathic, or telekenetic or somthing of the sort. He was suprised she didnt seem to know he was here. He watched, and listened, it was one of the best ways to learn things. The actual best way was with his powers, but that would give him away with Haze there, so he watched, and listened.

The lizard man awoke some feet away from Chromium on the same roof top where he was eavesdropping on the supers. He was relatively well hidden though, the lizard man didnt really know anyone was there, his powers may have been temporarily dampered from the fight. The other telekinetic however, the attractive brunette, kept looking in Chromium's direction. He had been somewhat spotted it seemed. She looked unsure however so he didnt immediatly take action. He heard the conversation. It appears that the heroes will attempt to disrupt the meeting of the villains at Harry's. He would definitly be there for that confrontation. He admired them for such persistance. Just then his human side of him prevailed over the alien side and he decided that he might as well assist the heroes. When he was human, he always thought he would go the path of right when faced with evil. And he wanted to remain as human as possible these days. He would pursue the golden caped figure first, he seemed to be the orchestrator of this desperate attempt at the sabotage of the villain meeting. He watched the golden light streak through the sky and burst into the clouds with lightning speed, his silver streak trailing behind the gold one. The small sonic boom he left behind startled the heroes and the lizard man still there, he was long gone however.

Flame turned and left, lowering himself slowly from the roof. He began to walk back to the bar. He walked past a bar, where two police officers were checking out a disturbance one saw him, and alerted his fellow officer. They called for backup, raised their guns and told Flame to "freeze". Seeing as he techincally couldent do that, he ran. He could hear the sirens, aproaching, and within moments, they had him surrounded. A black S.W.A.T. van pulled up, and Flame could hear a helecopter aproaching.

"Damn! We lost him!" One of the cops heard a voice from her radio "All units, be advised, suspect located on roof tops heading north east  between Miller street and Washington Drive." another voice answered "I got him."

S.W.A.T. sniper Mike Ahbdul sta on a distant roof top, looking thorugh the scope of his gun. The .270 Kahine-Jhonson (woot fictional manufacturers) "Avenger" was issued to put down problomatic Supers, when arrest wasnt a good option. It was designed to kill. The shots mushroomed after entering an object, making a bigger exit wound. He aimed at the Perp, pulled the gun into his shoulder, clicked off the safety, began to breath and squees the trigger. Half way through his breath, the gun kicked and he saw Flame go down.

Flame was reeling. When he realized where he was and what had happened, he thought he was dead. He looked down, at his chest, saw he was bruised, and bleeding slightly. He looked down, and saw that the "O" chain link was broken. It had saved his life. He grabbed it, and ripped it off, the chain giving one last shock. He cast it aside, got back up, and continued to run, dropping into an alley, to avoid the sniper.

"You realy think I can erase memories, on a permanate basis? I cant, I might be albe to cause a temproary amnesia, but that might not work, and if it did, it wouldent be permanate, I can try though."  He  looked at the small wound on his chest, lit up his finger, and cauterized it. There were scars and burn marks, exactly where the chains had been.

"I cant garuntee that, I might have to do it couple of times. You have anything to drink? Almost getting killed made me thirsty."
"Here." Oni tossed him a bottle of somthing
"Now, how do you suggest we go about this?"

It was a usual night, like many before it, Happy Harry's bar was the place to be if you knew what was going on. I had a good feeling that would change soon. Oni had been handing out more 'buisness cards' than he normally would. How did I know this? Just a hunch really, all exept for the fact that back room door was getting more attention than a ball bark restroom on the 7th ending stretch, and that's not normal, even for this place. Not that there is anything normal about it or the people in it for that matter. Oni had given me one of those cards once, an I accepted. I know what you're thinking, I should use this to my advantage and try to bust this whole thing wide open. It's very risky, I know, but this could be what I've been waiting for. On the other hand, I could just join them and enjoy all the free benefits in working with Oni and his whole operation. But what would be the cost? How many people would suffer? What is the right thing to do? Should I go back to the old ways and relive the good times? Those are the questions I will need to answer on my own.

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Jericho was sitting at the bar at the at the far end looking out the small window into the alleyway. Sure enough, there went Oni and the Lizard-man into the fortified bunker of a base beneath the bar.
"It's too obvious." Smith thought. "I bet they've got more guns down there than the U.S. Border Patrol."
"Well, it's time to go."
He was just walking out the back door when the cops showed up. Jericho turned around and it looked like they brought the whole damn cavalry.
"Ha, they're wasting there time. That place is clean as a whistle." Jericho laughed as he got into his black 1967 Shelby G.T.500, started it up, and drove off into the darkness.

"Well, that's no good. Wonder how that happened. Well, we can't kill them ,that would cause too big a scene, and we're just not ready for that. Not yet."
"Wait, whoever is up there is just searching the place."
"Well then, no trouble, Happy Harry's the most trustworthy guy I know, and none of our...esteemed colleagues hang out in the front room, and the po-po don't konw bout the back room. So we're clear.They won't find a thing."
"Now, what do you have in mind for the heroes?"
"Well, you said that wash-out Jack was in on this, right?"
"Correct."
"Yeah, he's the one who's slate I want you to clean. Best if he forgot about this. As for Miss Haze, I'm sure I can persuade with a little Oni man-magic, if you catch my drift..." Oni gently elbowed Flame in the ribs. Flame did not laugh at the joke.
"You don't date much, do you?" Oni couldn't help but ask. There was a short silence, deafening due to the awkawrdness.
"What about Darklight?" Flame asked, changing the subject.
"Oh, I've got him covered. Couple LED spotlights I installed in double H's will take care of him."
"The people up top have left."
"Well then, give em some time to make tracks and put some space between us, then we can bebop outta here and find witty Jack."

"Ok, i think their gone. I'll go find him." Flame left and set out to find Jack.

Flame Was getting closer. The point of this was not to be detected, so about a block away, he levitated/climbed to the roof tops. He then ran to the roof top above Jack. "Sorry, buddy, but I have a feeling you plan to kill me"  He then did his job. Jack collapsed, but got up moments later.  He began to walk back, and jumped down into the alley. He saw Haze. "'What, never seen a...er lizard guy before?'" He thought, not unkindly.