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| Bank Job; Juggernaut and Black Tom | |
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| Topic Started: Jul 18 2009, 07:02 PM (527 Views) | |
| Juggernaut | Jul 18 2009, 07:02 PM Post #1 |
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2:45 pm, July 13th Cain was looking pretty snazzy today. A nice, trimmed suit, black and white. You know, like one of those super rich grooms. Except, Cain didn't pay for his. He was pretty damn sure it was stolen. That didn't matter, though. It was a good day to wear a suit. It was also a good day to tear it. "Can I take this off yet?" he complained, standing behind Black Tom Cassidy. Tom was slowly becoming one of Cain's constant companions, often taking up more time than Camera. In terms of companionship, however, Tom was much better than Cam. Not in a gay way, but even Cain recognized that his relationship with Camera is kind of... empty. Tom was a friend, a companion. This day in age, some of the younger generation would call them "bros". Except they weren't super douchebags with spiked hair and glittered lotion. Well... Cain couldn't vouch for Tom. They were positioned near the reason Cain was wearing a fancy suit. It was time that the Brotherhood got a nice amount of cash; after all, not everyone worked for free, and there was an army to fund. It made things difficult to manage if there was a lack of funds. So, Tom and Cain decided to go out on a little outing. It was better that they were outside of New York, or on the outter fringes of it. Hell, this was probably New Jersey. It made it easier to avoid a mutant conflict here, here being outside of a bank. Cain wasn't sure which brand or company owned the place, as they were on the side of the building rather than on the front. Underneath his fancy suit, Cain was wearing his battle clothes. The tight red, highly durable cloth that he wore into battle was accompanied by his heavy boots and bracers, which somehow fit underneath the sleeves of his suit. Toying with this black tie, Cain glanced the bag laying next to his foot. Inside was his dome-like helmet and two others bags. "I don't have to wait till we get inside, so I? I guess that'd be more intimidating if I just Hogan'd my way outta this." |
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| Black Tom | Jul 18 2009, 10:30 PM Post #2 |
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Black Tom Cassidy was smoking a cigarette and standing casually outside with his large friend, Cain Marko. The Irishman and the giant were dressed to the nines. They were well groomed and trimmed for this job. They wanted to be as presentable as possible as not to draw attention to themselves. They were trying to be inconspicuous but that was hard to do with Cain’s menacing height. There was a wedding reception just down the block and Tom hoped that anyone looking at them would just assume a couple of the groomsmen had escaped for a quick smoke or to tie cans to the groom’s car. There was a big undertaking in the future for the Brotherhood and it was going to take a large amount of funding. Great funding that Tom had been unable to raise. Times were tight in the post Apocalypse world. Times were worse for mutants than ever before. So they had ventured away from the home turf to pull a quick heist for some prompt funding. Tom was feeling excited. He hadn’t pulled a gig like this for years. His schemes had evolved over the years. He had come up through the ranks from petty thief to veritable mastermind. Okay, no one had ever called him a criminal mastermind but he was well connected. Juggernaut was complaining about the monkey suits they were wearing. He wanted to get out of it as soon as possible. “Hold tight, I’m hoping this will be quick. Though it might scare some of the tellers if you rip it right off in front of them,” Tom said leaning against the brick wall and exhaling smoke. Tom was dressed in the same style suit as Cain. Just like Cain, Tom had some body armor underneath. Guards still used bullets these days and he needed to be protected. Tom’s hand slowly stroked across his stomach. His infection, for lack of a better term, had gotten worse. There was a new patch of the thick brown material across his stomach now. It was in the exact spot where he had been impaled in the fight against Famine. Things were not looking good. Tom had started to worry about his body now. The Irishman threw the cigarette butt to the ground and stomped it out with his heel. Tom stretched and rubbed his chin with his fingers. The scruff of his beard had been shaved away and he missed the familiar scratching against his fingertips. Under his suit coat Tom had stashed a pair of Ingram Mac10’s and a wooden policeman’s baton. Juggernaut was his own weapon but Tom had to rely on other means of offensive capabilities. They were going to bash into this place and Tom was going in blazing like some Hollywood gangster or Yakuza member. “Ready to make us a door, me boyo?” Tom asked patting his coat to feel the guns underneath. |
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| Juggernaut | Jul 19 2009, 01:57 AM Post #3 |
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"Hold tight, I'm hoping this will be quick. Though it might scare some of the tellers if you rip it off right in front of them" "Isn't that what we're supposed to do? Unless we're skippin' the theatrics. No point in doing this if we can't show-boat," he grinned down to his partner. Still toying with his tie, Cain wondered how he even got it on. Not many ties were made to fit someone of his stature, and as far as he was aware they hadn't gotten any fancy threads other than the suits. Maybe the tie was just included... or it was a clip-on. Really, whatever worked. He was about to loose it in a minute or so. Glancing back down to the bag at his side, he wondered if he should even bother putting his helmet on. There were no signs of a telepath in the area, which is one reason they took the liberty of leaving New York to do this. They had maybe, what, three security guards on? It wasn't a big bank, but it had a good cash revenue, so that deserved a bit of muscle. Too bad Cain had more muscle to fill all their shoes and then some. His peripherals caught the sight of Tom's cigarette diving to the ground and being stomped on by his companion's heel. With a grin, Cain gave Tom a glance as he opted for a new door. "Deconstruction has a lot of opportunities these days." Fumbling with his jacket, Cained pulled out a pair of aviator glasses and slid them onto his face. If anything, it might stop someone from noticing him... or his eyes. Whichever worked for them. He wouldn't be suprised if someone went 'Ohshit there's that guy who ran through the Sentinel'. Tits... that'd be cool. Leaning down to pick up his pack, Cain didn't bother putting on his helm. Maybe later when he'd be filling these things with cash, but right now it seemed useless. Besides, attacking some place in some malicious form of the Blues Brothers is undoubtedly badass. All they needed was the hats. "Just wait a few seconds and let 'em unload their clips. A few bullets won't do anything to me." Moving forward, the Juggernaut easily crossed the distance between where they were standing and the building. The wall of the bank exploded upon contact, the Juggernaut's body pushing through it, pulverizing motor and stone. The sudden explosion sent a shockwave through the bank, bulletproof windows of the tellers shivering with the impact. Cain stood there, absorbing the new surroundings, pack slung over his shoulder. Eleven civilians stood in the lines marked by velvet rope -- several of them tripped over the rope, probably startled by the appearance of the seven-six mutant. Four tellers were behind the bulletproof glass, staring in shock. Over by the bank's actual door, a security guard was drawing his pistol. Past the civilians and tellers, another security guard was coming out, gun already drawn. A wicked grin played at his face. "I don't know what to say: "This is a stick-up" or "Your welcome for the free new door." " Outside, Tom would be able to hear the screaming of civilians and the crack of nearly twenty bullets firing from the pistols of the security guards. |
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| Black Tom | Jul 19 2009, 02:56 AM Post #4 |
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Tom gave a lazy grin. “Showboat to your heart’s content,” the Irishman said. Cain can afford it. He’s bulletproof after all, he thought afterward. Juggernaut put on a pair of large aviator sunglasses. He gave Tom some advice to hold back to avoid the gunfire. That was good. Tom would let the big man head in and take the brunt of their fire. He could handle it after all. The bullets wouldn’t be more than mosquitoes to Cain. Juggernaut lowered his head and crashed through the wall. A small cloud of dust exploded outward, swirling into the street. Juggernaut entered the bank and called out his warning. No doubt the people were terrified and no doubt the bank guards were springing into action. Tom’s assumption was correct and he heard gunfire. The bullets pinged harmlessly off Cain but the ricochets could be deadly for Tom. There was screaming inside. They were women and men screaming for their lives out of fear. Tom couldn’t see them from his vantage but he could imagine what was happening inside. The gunfire died down and he swooped in through the gaping hole. Tom drew his guns and strafed the air, bullets lodging into the plaster along the corner of the wall and the ceiling. It was a tactic to drive fear into the people. Hopefully it would keep them terrified. It was like something out of the movies. Cain had his sunglasses on and Tom had his guns blazing. “All you civilians on the floor. Tellers, we want all the money in your drawers,” Tom called out. The Irishman turned to one of the guards and fired a burst of fire into the man’s stomach. He cried out and fell to the floor. “The quicker we can get out of here, the quicker that lad there can get to the hospital. So, no itchy trigger fingers or he’ll have some company on the way to the morgue!” Tom said as he pointed the guns at the other guards. Tom shuffled over to the teller counter keeping his eyes and the guns on the guards. The tellers were behind bullet proof glass with only a small window to pass money through. “Give me all the money! Through the window!” Tom ordered. The teller edged slowly toward the drawer with her hand outstretched. She was reaching out to press an alarm button. Tom could see the hesitation in her eyes. The rogue let one of the guns fall to be caught by the sling. He pressed his fingers roughly against the countertop and channeled his powers through the wooden surface. A blast of energy burst from the other side and slammed her against the back wall behind the counter. She groaned on the floor. “Why’d you have to do that?!” he demanded and then ordered another bank teller. “You! Get the money and hand it to me through the window!” The teller nervously came forward and gave some money through the hole. “How’s it coming over there, boyo?” Tom asked trying to keep an eye on the tellers and the guards. |
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| Juggernaut | Jul 19 2009, 03:39 AM Post #5 |
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Cain's body exploded with the sensation of a thousand misquitos hitting him in quick succession, his ears flooded with the buzz of twenty-odd bullets crashing into him. The stinging sensation spread out from the impact point. Glancing at himself, he looked through the aviators and saw bullets compressed against his body, their bodies crumbled like paper against itself. Grunting, a heavy hand lifted just as Tom made his appearance. Casually brushing the bullets off of his attire (damn things put a few holes in his suit), he listened to Tom get to work ordering the tellers around. A few shots were fired into the ceiling and wall, sending small particles clouding out where they had hit. As Tom pulled out his business card, which turned out to be a bullet into the stomach of a guard, Cain plucked the final bullet from his person and dropped it. "Stings like a bitch. I don't even think Jara stings that bad, though... Maybe I got it mixed up," he said pensively, looking around the bank. Civilians were getting on their bellies like dogs and the one guard was on his side, bleeding all over the floor. With a brief tut, Cain moved close to Tom and saw a woman threateningly leaning to the counter to press an alarm. "Hey--" A concussive blast of energy shot through the other side of the window and Cain watched the woman fly against the wall. Grinning, he lifted a hand and punched a hole through the window, breaking the bulletproof material with ease. Nothing was Juggerproof'd. "You said through the window, Tom," he smirked and walked towards the other remaining guard. Carefully lumbering over the bodies of the civilians, Cain cast a shadow over the last guard. The man was fumbling with his pistol, trying to reload. "I don't have all day," he said, leaning down. Two fingers stretched out and clamped the end of the pistol to a shut, much to the guard's horror. Dropping the pistol, Cain picked the guy up held him close to his face. Filling the security guard's view with his ugly mug, Cain narrowed his eyes visciously. "Where's the vault?" "F-fuck you. You can't get in without a key." "Silly fool, titanium doors can't stop me! Ah-bubububububu!" With a swift swing of his limb, the security guard was airbourne, flying across the bank. Nobody stops the Juggernaut, no matter how well their vaults are built. "How's it coming over there, boyo?" he heard from behind. "Bitchin'. I'm gonna find the vault and some bills." Tightening his hold on his back that was for both his helmet and cash, Cain began to plow into the walls as though it was nothing more than a casual stroll. The entire building began to tremor as the force of the Juggernaut's walk brought him through offices and storage rooms until he came upon a wall heavily fortified, so much so that his walking couldn't bring him through it. Finding his way back to the original room, Cain looked over the scene. "It's built like a tank," he said in Tom's direction. "Need a running start." |
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| Black Tom | Jul 19 2009, 10:07 PM Post #6 |
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Juggernaut came over and helped to expedite the withdrawal process. He opened up a hole in the bulletproof glass large enough for the money to be passed through more quickly and efficiently. There was a small groan from the lass on the floor and her replacement at the window whined softly as she began to pass money though. Tom stuffed it into the bag. His eyes kept darting back and forth. Honestly, they could have used another man or two but after casing the bank it seemed like an easy take. Tom wasn’t even upset that Cain had used his name, even. He didn’t have time to think about it at the moment but he was an internationally wanted man so this would just be another tic on the list of offenses. An addition that paled in comparison to some of the others he’d committed actually. Tom was able to catch a glimpse of Juggernaut crushing the gun of one of the guards as he was trying to load a new magazine. He then swatted the guard away after he laughably suggested that Cain couldn’t get in without a key. If they didn’t see the Juggernaut’s entrance, he wasn’t one for opening doors. He made them. Tom left Juggernaut to contend with the vault door. The Irishman turned his attention to the civilians. The money from the bank was going to fund the Brotherhood but Tom decided that anything he could get from the civilians was going to line his pockets. “Okay kids, I want you to empty out your pockets and put them in this bag. Wallets, watches, jewelry, anything,” Tom said as he tossed a bag to the floor. One of the men on the floor had his cell phone near his chest and this thumb was on the keypad. Tom mentally kicked himself for not demanding their phones right away. Then he literally kicked the phone from the man’s grasp. “That was foolish, boyo,” Tom said pressing the toe of his shoe into the man’s face. “You might not see this through. Keep passing the bag! Pass it on!” Tom waved the gun at the patrons on the floor. They nervously and jerkily put their belongings into the smaller bag that Tom had provided for them. He gave a quick glance to Juggernaut by the bank vault. “This tosser right here probably just called the cops. Time’s short,” he called out. |
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| Juggernaut | Jul 21 2009, 03:34 AM Post #7 |
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Fuckin' running starts. I haven't had to do this for... god knows how long. I must be loosing my touch. Bein' over fifty sucks... Looking over to his partner, Cain squinted. Jesus... I'm two decades older than Tom, aren't I? Mentally complaining and dealing with his age, Cain flexed a hand, testing his own strength. Was he getting weaker with age? What other fifty-five year old was as built as him? Who had the ability to run for miles continuously without experiencing fatigue? He'd kick any old guy's ass, hands down. Rolling his head on his neck, Cain gave a single hop and charged forward in the direction of the vault. Bulldozing through several walls, debris exploded much like it had before, a cloud of pulverized bank rising in the wake of the Juggernaut. As he charged, still holding the bag with his helmet in it, the weight of his motions would have shaken the floor of the bank. Doing just a bit more than a lumber, Cain's body met with the fortified vault with a horrible, metallic sound as metal bent underneath the force of his mutation. "Aw yeah... I still got it," he grinned, stopping in the middle of the vault. Looking around with his aviators (which somehow managed to survive the charge), his smile grew. The Brotherhood would have enough here for a few months, if not a little more. At least, that's what Cain thought. He wasn't exactly knowledgable in the Brotherhood's spending, and with the Blob in their ranks now the food bill was no doubt going to skyrocket past infinity. Ah well. Dropping the bag, he pulled out his helmet and sat it over his head, then pulled out a second back inside and began filling it with money. He'd count it later, make sure he got more than Tom. Of course, that would be easy. A few handfuls from the tens, twenties, hundreds, and ones, and the bags were full. Moving out of the vault with his aviators and helmet both on, Cain shouldered the two duffle bags and looked to Tom, who was stepping on one of the civilian's faces with the end of his shoe. "Cops? What'ya think we should do? It's a pretty small town, so they could be here any second." And sure enough, through the hole that Cain made in their entrance, the far-off sounds of blaring sirens began to sing. Looking towards it, Cain hardened his look, then began to move towards Tom again, stepping over the civilians who were still giving offerings to the great Black Tom. "How ya wanna do this?" |
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| Black Tom | Jul 24 2009, 02:00 AM Post #8 |
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Black Tom bent down to snatch up the bag that the civilians had filled with their mobile phones, wallets and jewelry. He wrapped it up quick and stuffed it away. The Irishman turned right back around to the teller counter and jerked the bag of money away from the woman. He brandished the gun at her. “There better not be any of those exploding paint packs in here, lass. This tux is rented and I’d had to come after you with the cleaning bill,” he threatened. Tom turned around once he heard a great crashing sound. It was Juggernaut making his way through the bank vault door. With Cain on their side, the Brotherhood had the keys to the kingdom. The walking wrecking ball now had his helmet on and was filling the bag with money from the vault. So far so good. “I’ve still got my eye on you lot!” Tom warned the people on the floor. Then to Juggernaut, “Yeah the cops could be on their way. People probably saw us from the outside too. I’ve got an exit strategy laid out for us.” Tom pulled a small hand-held radio from his pocket. The Irishman keyed the mic and pressed his mouth against the speaker. “Ariel, my lovely? We’re ready for you to make your entrance,” he said. The sound of smacking gum came through the other side. That’s a no-go Tom. There aren’t any doors that I can use in the bank. The closest one I can open to is a couple of buildings down across the street,” Ariel replied. Ariel was a junior affiliate of the Brotherhood or something like that. Her powers were to warp space so that any two doors could be connected. She could open a door in Maui and then step through to Tijuana. She had some limitations though. The door had to be solid and have a full frame or something. Apparently, none of the doors in the bank fit the bill. “We’ll see you shortly, Ariel,” Tom said. As soon as he finished there was the sound of sirens and a flash of a police strobe through the bank windows. “My exit strategy just got a little scarier. If we head for Ariel, we have to fight through some cops. Do you think you can handle what they throw at you?” Tom asked. |
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| Juggernaut | Jul 25 2009, 12:48 AM Post #9 |
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Cain thought the idea of an exploding pain pack was funny. What color would it be? Given Tom's power, it'd probably have to be green. If it was anything else, the man would be pissed. Cain's would have to be red, because... he's the Juggernaut. Orange wouldn't do shit. Giving his own tux a tug, Cain looked through the portholes of his helmet and the tinted shields of his aviator glasses at his partner for guidance. Apparently, Tom already had an exist strategy for them long before Cain had even rationalized the fact that they would need one. He wasn't used to actually needing one, and in fact, he doubted he actually did. He could bust through any number of buildings and roadblocks without a problem. It seemed that Tom was just considering the fact that they needed to go a long ways and, though Cain could run all the way back to Murderworld (likely attracting quite a crowd of SHIELD agents and the army), Tom couldn't. As Cain watched and listened to Tom with the radio, he frowned, talking in the background of Tom's conversation. "Ariel? You got Ariel? Seriously, we're just gonna end up in fucking China without a hole, Tom. Who calls Ariel? She's a joke! She's useless! She's got no experience! She's--" nagging like a horrible wife as they talked, Cain jabbered on about Ariel until Tom was done talking with the lower affilate of the Brotherhood. Still upset over the fact that Tom got Ariel involved without consulting him, Cain puffed up his cheeks behind his helmet. "What? I'm becoming the target? What happened to sharing, Tom?" Cain said, managed to sneer behind his mask after he finished talking. He could hear the sirens getting louder. They'd be outside in a few seconds. "I can do it, no problem. You wanna wait until they get outside or make a break for it now? Dunno what you want to do. If I need to I can act as a meat shield for ya, but the cops on the other side could get cha'. I can draw them off down the street since... We can always use hostages. I don't think SWAT is gonna get here with a sniper right off the back." |
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| Black Tom | Jul 27 2009, 01:32 AM Post #10 |
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Black Tom heard Juggernaut talking in the background as he tried to arrange the transport with Ariel. It was true. She had been a sort of last resort. People thought Ariel was useless. She was some little fallen angel from the wrong side of the tracks. The thing was, Tom always found that he could use someone like that. She was moderately impressionable and eager to please despite her lack of experience. She didn’t rely much on her looks and pink, stringy hair so she tried to please by being accessible with her powers. At that moment, she wasn’t entirely accessible. Tom wasn’t trying to go behind his partner’s back. He was just planning. “Sorry, boyo. I thought she would be able to just open a door here in the bank but that looks like a no-go. I wasn’t planning on the cops showing up either,” Tom said peering out one of the windows. The police weren’t in position yet outside but it wouldn’t take long. They were barreling down the street. “These small town police might not be up to snuff against a true mutant menace but I don’t have invulnerability like you, but I’ll get the next best thing,” he added. As Tom marched over to one of the civilians on the floor he thought back to when he had arrived in America. He and Gambit had made a mad dash from the airport and Tom had grabbed a SWAT member as hostage. The Irishman reached down and grabbed a woman roughly by the collar. Women made better hostages. It seemed that the police were less likely to shoot if there was a pretty face in the way. “Today’s your lucky day, lass. You’re going to be famous,” Tom told the woman then to Cain he said. “The cops aren’t here yet so we might be able to make some headway.” Tom let the guns fall to their slings at his sides again and pulled out the wooden baton. He felt that the blasts channeled through the wooden implement would do more damage than bullets. Tom edged toward the door with the woman pressed against his chest and the bag of money and the bag of valuables on his shoulders. Stepping onto the sidewalk outside, Tom game a look around. The police were barreling down the street toward them. He also saw a faint pink glow from one of the doors to a building on the opposite side of the street. That was the indication of Ariel’s powers. Sure enough, Tom saw the door crack open and her pink topped head poke out. The police cars swerved to a stop and skidded so that they were facing broadside to Tom standing on the street. They would use the cars as cover. Before a cop could get out, Black Tom fired a blast from the police baton. It punched through the fender and into the engine of the car, smoke and steam rose up from beneath the hood. “Don’t try anything stupid lass, and we’ll make it out of here,” he told her. |
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| Juggernaut | Jul 27 2009, 05:05 AM Post #11 |
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"Yeah... I was hopin' we could get out clean. But, I think this makes it a bit more fun," Cain mused. With cops showing up, no doubt the news people of the area would make their way over here. Nothing wrong with getting a little spotlight. Besides, it'd be good to give out a messege from Magneto. Though... there really wasn't one, but they could make up the usual. 'Mutant freedom' and the like. A war was coming, and they were all going to be a part of it. Magneto wasn't likely to stand by idly while the world began its horrible persecution of the new, superior species. "Yeah. If everyone was like me that'd be no fun," he grunted in response. "Small town police shouldn't be a problem. I doubt they have any more than twenty cars here. Ya think they know two mutants are here?" Cain was pleased that Tom took his suggestion of grabbing a hostage. Besides Cain acting as the primary defensive structure (because that's really all he was), the woman Black Tom grabbed would act as a smaller one, in addition to being a nice bartering tool. If worst came to worst and Cain was somehow pulled away from his partner, Tom would be able to use the woman to protect himself and get into the place across from the bank. As the sirens grew stronger, they prepared to move. Cain with the money and Tom with his baton, cash, and the hostage. Moving with him, Cain ducked through the door and stood on the sidewalk behind his partner. The police were zipping down towards them. Across from them, the solid door glew a faint pink, followed by a pink head of hair looking through the crack of it. Great. There she was. Their great savior. Given, Cain hadn't planned on an escape route. That was Tom's deal. With the door open and the reality-warping connection made, their escape route was open. But not clear. Polices cars came to a stop in front of them, coming to a stop between them and the door. Frowning, he had expected them to take a minute longer, not just long enough for them to get out of the doorway. Oh well. A few police cars wasn't something he was worried about for himself, just for Tom. "Alright," he said, taking a step in front of his partner after the Irishman shot a concussive blast at a car. As it steamed, he rotated a shoulder, mentally preparing himself for this task that would take dozens of men to do. "Stand behind me. I should be drawing their attention just movin' towards them," he grinned, and began moving. Lumbering forward in a half-trot, Cain smiled at the police positioned behind their cars, guns drawn. He saw one or two shotguns, but mostly they carried standard pistols. They'd need a bit more than that to do anything to him. At most, they'd sting a little. "The fuck're you doing in my way? You can't stop me! Get outta here unless you want to get killed!" The human bulldozer came upon the first car and stopped, mostly for the sake of keeping Tom close, if that's what his partner decided to do. Making sure to keep all visible police men (ten of them in all), in his sight, he leaned down and tucked his fingers underneath the edge of the vehicle. With his superhuman strength, Cain's muscles strained as he tilted the police car over, sirens blasting. Looking back to his partner, gunshots began to ping against the upturned wall. "Pancakes or waffles?" |
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| Black Tom | Aug 2 2009, 04:44 PM Post #12 |
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Both men hoped they could get in and get out of the bank without much hassle. Though Tom had found that the most of the time the best plans often turned to shit. If the small town cops didn’t know mutants were involved in the beginning by a giant of a man crashing through the wall of the bank then they surely would when the ruggedly handsome and roguishly charming Irishman fired a blast from the end of a policeman’s baton. Cain instructed Tom to keep behind him. He didn’t have to say it twice. Tom kept in close to Juggernaut. He was using his hostage as a shield on one side and the mutant as a shield on the other. The Irishman kept peeking his head around in different directions in order to keep an eye for any snipers or gunmen that might try to get a shot off at him. There was no doubting that the cops’ attention would be drawn to Juggernaut. He was a tank heading right for them. “Pancakes or waffles?’ Juggernaut asked. “I always liked waffles myself, mate,” Tom said. Black Tom edged around carefully and fired a blast through the baton. The shot blasted an officer in the chest sending him flying backwards. “There’s a storm coming lads! We’re just the first wave of mutants coming for humanity! Tom said sharing the message of the Brotherhood with these small town police. They were small town but mutants could be anywhere. The Brotherhood’s reach was far. Tom hid back behind Cain and tried to shield himself as best he could. The woman in his grip whimpered. The rogue pressed her harder against him, trying to make his tall frame as small as possible behind her. Why do hostages always have to whine? |
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| Juggernaut | Aug 3 2009, 03:29 AM Post #13 |
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"I always liked waffles myself, mate" Black Tom Cassidy said at his side. Grinning behind his helmet, Cain thought between two waffle-style ways of dealing with the issue. Waffles had little holes in them, so the best way to emulate the breakfast themed attack was with his fist. Another waffle-style was just bulldozing right through with the car as a shield. With pancakes, he would have just gone with the idea of flattening the cars out with the policemen between them. Figuring that he needed to keep Tom safe from all the bullets while getting the policemen out of the way, Cain flexed his arms and pressed his palms to the underside of the upturned vehicle as Tom peeked around the edge and fired a blast with his wooden police baton. Shouting something about a mutant storm coming, Tom apparently felt that it was a good time to spread the Brotherhood's beliefs in this small little town. "Alright, hit 'em when they come around, Tom," he said with a grunt, pushing forward. The sound of metal scraping upon concrete screeched as Cain pushed the car, holding it upright with a hand around an axel. He pushed it along, driving the car against the other police vehicles, driving them aside. Tom would have to be sure to defend their flank, as Cain was focusing on the attack. With them moving, the fuzz would eventually come onto their sides, unless they were trapped underneath the moving bulldozer or the cars that were being shoved aside. |
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| Black Tom | Aug 4 2009, 01:24 AM Post #14 |
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Black Tom grimaced as he kept close to Juggernaut. The scraping of the metal against the pavement was loud and shrill. It was beyond that grate of nails on a chalkboard for him. Soon, the metal frame of the car slammed into the metal of the other cars. Cain’s hand was gripped firmly around the axel and he was effectively using the police cruiser as a shield. It seemed to be going okay. The police were shouting at them telling them to stop. They were under arrest. These were all threats that Tom had heard before. The police opened fire. Their shots rang out like explosions of fireworks, only these fireworks were meant to stop, and most likely kill Juggernaut and Black Tom. He heard the loud ‘thunk’ at the lead slugs sunk into the metal of the cruiser. “We’ve got a hostage, you fuckin’ gits!” Tom shouted. “Don’t want her pretty little brains painting the pavement do you?” This was more of a warning for the police that they may accidentally hit the hostage. Though, Tom wasn’t thoroughly opposed to the idea of using her as a human shield or taking her life. Though, with her dead, the woman was not a very good bargaining chip. As Juggernaut powered forward the police tried to duck out of the way and gain an advantage by coming against their flank. Tom tried to counter as well as he could. The Irishman used his blasts to pick off the cops as they appeared. They were still shooting and it seemed like their aim was getting better with every shot. “These guys are getting better, Juggernaut,” Black Tom called out to his partner. |
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| Juggernaut | Aug 4 2009, 02:03 AM Post #15 |
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Cain could hear the gunshots blazing from either side, the sound reverberating within his helm and tickling his ear drums. Though the policemen were obviously there, Cain couldn't see them thanks to the helm he wore to protect himselfs from telepaths. That meant Tom would be the one trying to take care of them when they came around the sides. Surely enough, they did, bullets flying with barely a care to the safety of the hostage Tom was holding onto. She was screamin' like a banshee and whimpering like a toddler as the zip of bullets flying by went on and on. Bullets pinged off of the upturned car he was pushing. "Sounds like they really want to kill her, huh," he said, still bulldozing through the cars that were in their way. "Maybe you should make her bleed? They don't seem all that well trained, if ya ask me," he said, coming to a stop as a bullet bounced off of his shoulder. They were at a dangerous angle. The little metal projectiles struck the underside of the car, eventually hitting the oil tank and making gasoline spill out in a fierce trickle. Eyeing it, he gritted his teeth and suddenly pulled back from the car, barely bumping into Tom. Heaving a large fist into the air, Cain drove it down, his wrist and arm tearing through the lower half of the car with a loud "ORAAAAH!". Oil spilled out by the gallon, and with another motion of the same arm, the car had completely been cleaved in half. With one hand, Cain's superstrength moved a half to either side, providing additional protection to his partner while he took bullets from the front with little problem. Up ahead, maybe twentyfive feet away, Ariel was looking through the crack of the door with her mousy little face. Cain wondered, briefly, what would happen if he broke the door. Grunting, he spoke, a bullet collapsing into itself on his chest. "If ya want, you could make a break for it, or we can ditch the broad and I can carry ya," he said, smirking a little. He didn't think Tom would be up for that. Cain wasn't just going to leave his friend here to the mercy of a hail of bullets. "I wouldn't mind breaking the rest of their cars either." |
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