Plot thread: Luchadores Locos (Open to all)

[Plothappens]

[OOC Info: Please note that if you attend one of the two Plot Threads, you cannot Join the other as they happen at the same time. And yes, the two plot threads are rebooted now, since well, most of those who were in them before is gone]

Steve Simmons looked around with a wide grin on his face. Things were running smoothly, even smoother than he expected. It had been child's play to enter the bank, and even easier to shoot the guards and gain entrance to the safes. All they had to do was to get hold of the bank manager and she had been more than willing to assist. The nine men, all wearing bulletproof wests and clown masks, was armed with Skorpion sub-machine guns and Benelli M3's, so no one in the bank felt like being heroes, which suited Steve just fine, no need to waste bullets on them then.

Two of the robbers were waiting near the entrance to the bank, three were inside in order to keep people n check as the last four stood around the safes, waiting for the bank manager to finish opening the safes. Steve had a feeling she was taking so long on purpose, and that, he didn't like at all. “Hurry up you ugly cow!” He yelled at her, pressing the Skorpion’s muzzle against her temple. This resulted in a terrified squeak from the small woman as some of the other robbers made mooing sounds and laughed.

Suddenly, Steve saw one of the other men, a young man named Jimmy, shake his head once and put his M3 on top of a nearby card-index cabinet. “This is taking too damm long! The Boss won’t be pleased at all!” He then started to turn a valve mounted on his wrist, something making a throbbing noise like a heartbeat from his spine. Steve watched in wonder, as Jimmy’s visible skin was criss-crossed with veins as they started to bulge and turn black as ink. Steve had seen this happen several times with more than one of the boys as they took the dose, but it still fascinated him. As Jimmy started to grow in size, his muscles bulging beneath his skin, Steve remembered what his Boss had told him.

Steve had stood in a office, the former resident probably dead. His boss had been sitting with his back to Steve, looking out of an open window. “Steve my boy..listen up and listen well, it might save your life you know.” Steve had concentrated completely on the man in the chair, you didn’t disobey this guy and when he told you to listen up, you damm well better did as he said. “You see..I’m sending you out with the boys of group twelve, you’re going to be in charge got it?” Steve had nodded, surprised and honored that he had been chosen.
“But I’m sending you out with a little something. Use it when needed, its potent stuff after all.. A little gift I’ve taken from my friend, Bane..it really helps deliver a punch line” His boss turned towards Steve as he started to laugh, the laugh a manic, gleeful sound. The Joker’s insane laugh died out as he looked at Steve. “What are you waiting for my boy? Get out there and spread some chaos!” Steve had nodded with a few “Of course boss, naturally Mr Joker.” And had left the office, the Jokers laugh following him.

As Jimmy finished, he was easily nearly 20 inches taller than before, and nearly twice as wide as he had been. Steve nodded for himself as Jimmy tore off the safe’s door. “Yup..Venom really packs a punch line..” He then couldn’t help but chuckle as the men started to empty the first safe as Jimmy tore open the next. They had to hurry; they still needed to access the vault too. Inside the bank, one of the robbers poked one of his friends and pointed at a young brunette lying on the floor. “Hey, y’know..I think I’m getting me’self a taste of that chink.” The other chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re crazy, Davidson.” The first shrugged. “Hey, no way such a upper-class kitty would spread her legs fer one like meh” The other shook his head once again. “She’s fucking Jail-bait dude..she can’t be more than fifteen..” Davidson chuckled as he walked closer to the young girl on the floor as he spoke over his shoulder. “That’s why she’s more or a chink than a slu..I mean slot..” He then chuckled at his corny joke as he lifted the brunette, throwing over a counter, keeping her hands in place on her back as he ripped off her skirt. “Oooh..Hello Kitty..cute..” He then laughed as the girl screamed.

[The Triplets]

In an elegant jump the little girl had found its way onto the shoulders of Mr. Davidson, the robber in the middle of touching the young girl. Her legs tightened around his neck while laying her arms around his head. ”Mister, Mister, play a game with me!” it sounded in a very childish voice and with a giggle following.
The girl on his shoulders was one of three, all dressed in the same charismatic Lolita dress, looking exactly like one and another. For every one with some common knowledge it was easy to recognize that it was the Triplets or the Trio if you liked. Which had had a lovely day in Gotham, but was now being interrupted.

One of the two remaining girls was in the middle of pulling the sleeve of Davidson’s friend, looking at him with the most adorable smile she could manage. ”Mister, mister, I think my sister is a little impatient, when can we go home?” the voice was the exact same as girl number one, even imitating the sweet childish voice. Only different being that the sweet charm quickly would turn into a murderous one. Like the horror movies with children being the bad guys. A knife had turned up, pointing towards the guy’s chest, followed by an eerie chuckle. ”’Cause I really want to go home!” She looked like she knew what she was doing, and she looked very serious.

The last of the girls stood still a couple of feet away from the others, hugging a large black bunny teddy with red eyes. This girl looking fare less dangerous, and more like a little kitten and a little scared. The only one looking like she was affected by the fact that they were in the middle of a robbery, surrounded by guys with guns. And she probably was affected by it, but mostly by the fact that her sisters was – what for her seemed – fare away.

Liadain was shaking a little, while starring at her sister’s sudden attack on the robbers, before looking at her phone, slowly dialing the number for John, and then calling him. Liadain did not like the turn of this day, since it had started like any other day, only different being that it was a day of for her sisters. No crimes, no inventing, just loads of fun.
The phone was picked up, and John’s voice sounded in the phone. It made Liadain feel rather safe for a second, before remembering where she was, and what she was trying to do. So in the lowest possible voice, she explained that her sisters had done something probably stupid, and that they might need help, before ending the call, not even really waiting for the reply. As if she expected that John would know what she wanted her to do anyway.

Illona has a tight grip around the man’s neck, her legs trying to suffocate him. She was not pleased with what he was doing. The robbery she was fine with, since it was just some people doing their job, but touching another person in such a disgraceful way, even a girl not that much older than herself… It made her blood boil in pure anger. ”How about a game of life and death, you being the looser?” she giggled in the same childish voice as before, looking like everything was good and bright, despite the fact she was pissed off.

Kaeira wasn’t really into violence, but she was backing up Illona in her actions, trying to match her coldblooded murder side and it went well. Though she already felt sick by the thought of spilling blood, making here a little faint, so hopefully the guy was going to stand still. Well it he didn’t, Illona would do far worse things to him, that even Kaeira could imagin.

[blackmask]

-Circe Bovolick began inspecting the troops looking over each one as six men dressed in what appeared to be GCPD Special Forces uniforms with a single catch to their outfits...Their black face masks had imprinted on the front a dark gray skull that required close inspection or florescent lighting to decipher the image. Directly light would only make them appear all the more legitimate in their disguises. Circe waved for the men to assemble and fall into the vehicle single file. The large GCPD Special Forces wagon was 100% legit. Someone might've wondered how a group of terrorists would come across such equipment but, their leader would argue this wasn't a terrorist organization. She would turn her attention to a man wearing a clean cut business suit, black jacket, pants, shoes, and vest. His shirt was dark blue with a brown tie with white diamond shaped emblems on it. Circe approached him from behind and slide her arms around his body starting from the man's hips.- "Precious...we're ready..." -She kissed the base of his neck, feeling his skin aroused her but, she seemed really turned on by the mask and persona he took on with his criminal life. Black Mask would turn to look at the blood and her gorgeous blue eyes, she would eagerly grab hold of his shoulder and grip him to pull her hips against his.- "Ohhh, Can we hold off the job for ten minutes?"

Black Mask moved his hand to her chest to grope her as his gaze stared into the back of the truck, none of his men even dared eye over his woman. She adored his protective nature of her. He had already killed police officers over touching her; the protection he had for her gave her reason to test his limits. Black mask would speak with a fierce scratchy voice that made it difficult for one to tell when he was angry or not.- "No. the shift change is important for this to work..." -Circe would frown as Black Mask moved his hand to the woman's rear end to manipulate her body into turning around to face the wagon. She pouted some as she raced towards driver seat of the vehicle. Black Mask would check underneath his suit jacket his double gunslinger vest tucking two M9 beretta's underneath his arm pits. His hips sported two more M9's, and holstered horizontal on the backside of his belt was a specialized carving knife meant for a firm grip and butchering the victim with deadly lacerations. lining his belt were magazines for the guns as well his pockets kept magazines for the guns.-

-It wouldn't be long before The police truck began driving to the bank, a second truck full of another group of Black Mask's men followed along. They were a few blocks away when a guards microphone was opened up and the sound of another bank heist was going on. Black Mask's men looked to their leader for instructions as they were only seconds away from pulling up in front of the building.- "Shoot and kill any robbers, threaten the civilians and keep them from getting in the way. If they take hostages, disregard the hostage and shoot the robber anyway...We want to look like the good guys here. We can keep things secure and take the cash out without anybody knowing what happened until after...Got it?" -Black Mask pulled out his beretta's and waited patiently. His style of clothing made him appear like the chief police officer on sight but, his twist was a black skull mask rather than a standard issue police counter terrorist mask. When the vehicles stopped the doors opened and the fourteen men jumped into action, the clowns in front of the building immediately jump inside the building for cover as they shouted.- "WE GOT COPS!" -The Black mask Special Force team 1 advanced aiming their MP-5A3's and G-36K's at the windows of the building to begin shooting at them, the two clowns would be immediately shot to death as the team secured the door, the last clown guarding the door from the inside rushed to regroup with his team, reporting there was at least 10 but, with no exact count of how many.

-Black Mask approached the front of the vehicle as he listened to the police scanner reporting the heist, his attention would shift to Circe who would bat her pink make-up disguised eyes at him and pick up the radio communication device.- "Roger that dispatch, SFU-10 got that 10-20..." -Her voice sounded perfect as the police began diverting their attention else where. Black Mask grab Circe's cheeks and press his mask against hers before jumping out of the vehicle to move into the building. So far the score of 2-0 the clowns probably had another 3-4 guys alive that had to take down Black Mask's total of 14, 12 men move into the building now with military like coordination and strategy, these men weren't the average gangster, rather drop-outs of the military or police academy looking to get by in life with a better deal than what the government would offer. Black Mask's organization appealed to many who had skills with their profession and though they were drop-outs, an Entrepreneur like Black Mask saw their skills as invaluable to an organization such as his.

[Reaper]

Reaper was on his way to the bank to pick up some money. He had to pay for his rented apartment soon else he had to move, but he had a hunch. A hunch telling him animal was in this town, so he couldn’t leave. And he wouldn’t, his hunch had never failed on him so why should it now. It was a pirate cap. He could tell by the police radio in the panel. This guy was on the wrong side of the law, a freelancer. If it wasn’t for Reaper’s huge size the cap driver would probably already have mocked him. The police radio reported a heist going on at the bank. Great… just what he needed. Now he had to go to another bank to get his money. ''Yo cab-driver, can we…'' he was interrupted by the female voice in the police radio. It wasn’t because it sounded any kind of familiar to him. But the speed, they reacted too fast. Like they expected them to report in the heist. ''Go to that bank now! I’ll pay you double if you just bring me there.'' There was something rotten about this, and now he was curious to find out what is going on.

The cabdriver stopped 2 blocks from the bank in an alley. He turned around in the car and pointed a gun towards reapers face. The cabdriver had put on a smile which was only for people who had just won something. ''Leave the bag and step out of my cab.'' Reaper looked coldly at the cabdriver. He opened the door and was just about to step out of the cab when he suddenly grabbed the cabdriver’s hands and smashed it into the door. A single shot was fired and it strafed Reapers left leg. In anger he grabbed the head of the cabdriver and smashed it into the door with all his might. The cabdrivers had lost his consciousness. Reaper stepped out of the car, opened the driver’s door, shoved the cabdriver out of the seat and sat behind the steering wheel. He put on his shades and started driving towards the bank again.

He stopped a few meters away from the bank and stepped out of the car. From the exterior it didn’t look anything like this was the right place. Where were all the police officers? He grabbed the bag from the backseat and started to walk towards the bank slowly. He saw a young kid was hiding behind a car and started walking towards him. He seemed frightened but also determined. He looked like he wanted to go inside the bank. Reaper walked towards the kid and grabbed him by the shoulder and sat down next to him. ''what’s going on here?'' ''it’s a heist. My girlfriend is in there, I gotta get her out.'' Reaper looked at him. He looked more like a gangbanger than someone civilized. But of course gangbangers could have their girls. ''well, I need your help and you need mine, so pull your gun and let’s go.'' Reaper opened his bag and pulled out his shotgun and loaded it. ''wait, you need my help? For what?'' ''you’re a gangbanger right?'' ''yes I am…. I swear if you’re a cop I’m not involved in this!'' ''I don’t care what you are involved in or not. If I get your girl will you help me yes or no?'' the boy hesitated ''Yes, but if you are a cop I swear I will run away when this is over.'' Reaper looked at the boy. ''if you run, I’ll kill you. Now are you coming along or shall I just bring the first and best girl I find?'' ''I’m coming along.'' And by these words Reaper shoved his bag upon his back and started walking towards the bank, non-caring whether or not if he could get shot.

[Deathstroke]

Deathstroke frowned, he was lying on the building next to the bank, keeping out of sight, his M110 sniper rifle with suppressor and the slight streak of red on his mask the only things which could have given him away, provided anyone was looking. The clowns had been an unexpected complication a manageable complication but they had thrown a spanner right into the middle of Slade's plan... he would have to think on the fly. He knew his employer would be there soon. He thought for a while, the clowns weren't being quiet, so neither would he, it would be little help to him anyway once they knew he was there, which would probably be very soon.

Slade quickly counted the thugs he could see on the right-hand side of the building, the side he was facing. One had slipped behind cover in the front corner of the building, clearly looking for cops, one was patrolling the hallway on the same floor as his colleague, making sure his friend would be able to scan the streets safely and there was a third clown on the roof with binoculars and a rifle, waiting for the police also. Three clowns- no four, the fourth had just strolled onto the roof of the building with a grenade launcher. They were well prepared and well armed and working as a cohesive unit; they weren't fucking around. Slade knew what he was doing though, he probably didn't need a sniper rifle for this job but he was glad he had chosen it; he couldn't afford to slip up on this. He moved into a crouching position, resting the gun against his shoulder and took aim at the clown with the grenade launcher and fired a shot. The suppressed round left with gun with a muffled coughing sound and hollowed out it's target's skull. The other man on the roof heard his friend's gun as it clattered on the roof, he moved to a crouch to see if his friend had fallen, he barely had time to realise that the man was now actually a corpse before another bullet was sent whizzing through his skull, causing him to slump back on the slightly raised section of the roof.

The targets on the roof taken care of Deathstroke stood and slipped the rifle back into its holding bag where he would collect it later. He stepped back and judged the distance of the jump; he'd made tougher jumps before. He took a short run-up to the gap between the buildings and made the seemingly impossible jump. Landing on the bank's roof and rolling to slow himself, he looked down, discovering he'd wound up right next to the grenade-launcher wielding thug he had just shot a moment ago. The launcher itself was an old M79 or a 'thumper' as many liked to refer to it. Slade himself had used them before, all the way back in the Vietnam War in fact. He picked it up and pulled the bandolier off the clown, there were two belts, one containing the regular high explosive rounds and another with M576 buckshot rounds. Not terribly effective at anything distance but it would shred anything close by; having no intention of blowing himself up Slade removed the HE round and instead slid in one of the buckshot rounds before slinging it over his back and pulling out a HKUSP tactical, chambered for .45 rounds.

Deathstroke wandered over to the rail on the edge of the building, designed to prevent anyone from falling and slung an abseiling rope down over the edge of the building, he counted the seconds of the guard's patrol route and suddenly flung himself down over the edge and crashed through the third floor window, landing right on the unsuspecting patrolling clown, pinning him to the floor. Slade shoved the pistol up underneath the clown's mask and pulled the trigger spraying his brains across the floor, he then looked over to the clown who was still staring in shock at Deathstroke from the corner. The Terminator raised his gun and fired three shots off at him, the first two hitting him in the chest, one in the lung and one in the heart, luckily for him the bullet-proof vest saved his life but only for a split second as the final round impacted on his mask, going straight through his eye... his right eye. Slade smiled grimly at the irony and stood, setting off for the centre of the bank so he could get a look at the main lobby, no doubt where the bank patrons and staff would be being held hostage.

[Plothappens]

Davidson had been all riled up and ready to play. After all, the girl was more than young enough to be untouched. If he were lucky she would even have bled a little. But much to his surprise, he felt a pair of young legs wrap around his neck as a small pair of hands blinded him. There was something entirely wrong with the whole situation, and the man was partially stunned as his brain tried to explain to the rest of him that yes, some small girl had actually jumped him and was strangling him while sounding insanely sweet. Trouble was the rest of him had a hard time believing it; no one was that crazy, right? As his colleague was soon to learn, yes there was.

The triplets were, if not crazy, brave enough to actually take on the two goons, a fact that had taken them completely by surprise. As Davidson’s friend looked down at the girl, trying to figure out how exactly the girl strangulating Davidson was also standing before him threatening him with a knife? Wait, a little girl was threatening him with a knife, seemingly knowing exactly how to use it. What the fuck was this? Had they run into mini-Harley Quinns or what?

Suddenly, the sound of guns blasting made everyone in the room scream and Joshua, the guy threatened with a knife looked towards the door to the entrance and saw Lou, one of the guys meant to protect the front run into the room, yelling about cops before he continued, “Turn on those fucking valves!” Davidson grumbled and swore as he started to turn the valve mounted on his wrist, so did Joshua and Lou. Something then started making a throbbing noise like a heartbeat from their spines as they started to shiver, their veins turning black as ink as they crisscrossed beneath the three men’s skin. All three robbers started to grow in size, their muscles growing, their necks getting thicker as they even grew taller. Anyone who had been unfortunate enough to witness a robbery made by Bane’s men would recognise the effect of Venom, and the end result was indeed almost as formidable as Bane himself. All three men were easily close 20 inches taller than before, and nearly twice as wide as he had been before injecting the venom.

Steve Simmons cursed and swore as he heard the gunshots being fired. He had already heard Lou yelling about the cops. He tried to contact the guys on the upper floors, but soon found that they weren’t responding. So they were either dead or unconscious, but either way, out of the game as well. “Alright guys…turn the valves and help me open the vault so we can get the fuck out of here!” The three men did as suggested and turned the valves, the characteristic pumping noise heralding the change. Once done Steve looked at the large vault door, rubbing his hands. “Come on guys, let’s do this!” He yelled as the four men started tearing the vault door off, the metal creaking painfully as they did.

[The Triplets]

Illona tightened her grip around the guy’s throat, even more for every second that went by. It was probably rather surprising how much strength there was in this little girl. But her strength was outmatched when the guy suddenly turned a valve on his wrist. She had to loosen the grip, but didn’t let go. The girl was smart enough to know where this was headed.

Kaeira turned to see what the hell was going on, when the smell of blood hit her, due to some guest in the back had been hit. It didn’t take her more than one second to faint. Her legs gave up under her, and she was lying helpless on the floor.

Some kind of trigger was hit, when Kaeira fell to the floor, because Illona jumped off the guy and landed of the counter in front. She found the taser form her teddy bunny bag back, just to yank it into the eye of Mr. Davidson. The big giant of a guy then fell to the floor, twisting as his muscles began to cramp. And if it had not been for the fact that they were in the public, she would have stabbed the guy to death at this moment. So instead she jumped onto the guy the next guy, so that she could keep her sisters safe.
”I am going to kill you all” she growled, in a not so sweet voice.

Liadain had fallen to the floor, when someone began to yell, and shoots ad followed. She was now in the middle of crawling closer to her beloved sister, which was lying unconscious on the floor. She didn’t like that she was lying still, she needed to help her. Carry her home, so that John could help her get better… Perhaps a hot cup of chocolate would help? She got to her knocked down sister, and tried to drag her away from the fight between Liadain and that brute. But she found out, that it was harder than expected.

Hopefully John had known the danger the three actually was in, despite Liadain not being very good with explaining it. On the other hand, he should know what she meant, since he knew her.

[blackmask]

-Black Mask walked with his men into the main exchange area of the building where the Venom-induced Hulks were ready to start breaking bones. While Black Mask’s men saw it as a suicide, he saw it as one less share per man who was defeated. The men would shout loudly.- “POLICE! GET ON THE GROUND!” –But they didn’t hesitate in shooting the giant men their submachine guns and assault rifles began firing conservatively at the Hulk-Clowns. Black Mask would patiently watch as one Hulk-Clown grabbed a table and hurled it towards Black Mask’s agents, three men were crushed underneath its velocity and weight. Black Mask would narrow his eyes underneath that helmet of his and pull out his dual M9 Beretta’s and begin firing multiple gunshots until a bullet struck one of the Hulk-clowns in the skull dropping him to the ground let a tree, causing a loud thud.-

Roman ducked himself against a wall for cover from any gunfire or damage that might’ve been incoming. He visualized the building and its lay-out knowing that Deathstroke was probably somewhere on the second floor with an advantage up top. Black Mask would peer out and spot a few hostages, even two little girls recklessly trying to fight the Hulk-clowns but, they seemed to be fighting a losing battle. His sight would particularly fall onto Illona who at the moment had her back to Black Mask. She seemed to be very upset but, she was also vigilant is her harassment of these unlawful clowns. She could've been a potential threat to his operation. Carefully he would raise his right hand's pistol...He would aim for Illona and fire three rounds at her lower spine.

IF Black Mask's first shot was successful, no doubt Illona would be paralyzed from the waist down.

IF Black Mask's second shot was successful, she would be shot probably in the right side kidney.

IF Black Mask's third shot was successful, she would be shot in the right side shoulder blade

(Additional OOC information for Triplet)
An M9 Beretta is relatively a low caliber weapon and it has weak stopping power but, it is due to recoil that his accuracy and spray pattern may seem erratic.

Black Mask is also an expert marksmen, making his accuracy very lethal and precise.

Given the circumstances, I don't see how your character can avoid being hit without outside interference.

[Reaper]

Reaper had reached the front entrance with the kid. It was chaos inside, huge giants white extremely pale skin and some black veins stood ready as the police started firing at them. Reaper stood up against the wall on the outside and was looking inside the entrance. A guy with a black mask was standing with a gun in his hand and started aiming for a little girl sitting on the floor. There were 3 little girls in there, seeming to put up a fight against these monster humans with the black veins.

''okay kid, I suggest you stay outside, what’s your girls name?'' Reaper had turned around and looked at the kid. The situation inside was too risky and Reaper didn’t want the kid to risk going in there. Not that he cared about the kid dying, but the kid may have some information that Reaper could use. ''Her name is Charlotte, and no, I’m coming with you'' the kid was afraid but determined. This clearly was love, he would risk his own ass to try and save her. ''suit yourself'' Reaper turned around and headed into the bank. He kept him up against the wall and tried not to extract any attention from the shootout inside. He tried to get an overview of all the people involved in this situation. The girl would probably be a hostage, Reaper had no idea how she looked like but he had to make a move to get her attention.

[Deathstroke]

Deathstroke moved quickly but cautiously through the upper floors, eventually reaching the atrium in the centre of the building. He knelt below the waist high wall, peeking out over the top to spy on what was going on below, two guards, one apparently attempting to rape a young girl and another standing at nearby. It would have seemed normal given the situation except for the simple fact of the two young girls attacking the robbers. Slade wasn't sure he'd seen anything quite like it, the one attacking the would-be rapist was clearly unhinged and trying to kill the man, not that Slade disapproved but the way she went about it made it seem more like she was the Joker's daughter than anything. The other girl however was simply holding the man at knife-point... Slade knew that look, that tactic; keep them scared and hope for the best... she wasn't going to kill him. Other than that there seemed to be only one other girl who was with them, she seemed pretty normal, at least she didn't seem to be acting any differently from the other people in the bank.

Slade was just about to take aim and fire at the clowns when suddenly a third one came running in yelling about cops. Of course Deathstroke hadn't expected his current boss to be late but his sense of bad timing was superb as he was forced to duck back behind the low-rise wall to avoid being spotted and shot at. He peered back over the edge again to see what they were doing; however he was not prepared for what he saw next. The men turned some kind of valve on their wrists and they began to grow, changing dramatically, their veins becoming ink black and their muscles bulging. At a glance Slade was fairly certain that whatever had happened the clowns would now have considerably heightened physical attributes. This wasn't good, he thought to himself as he slid the pistol away, if these guards had whatever that stuff was then the ones in the vaults would certainly have more of the stuff and that meant they had possibly minutes before the vault would be empty and the clowns would be running off with his paycheck. Deathstroke's face set in a grimly determined expression, his loyalties, values, honour and even morals may change from time to time but one thing was always persistent through all those things; money still made the world go around... and he wasn't going to miss a payday for this shit!

He pulled M79 grenade launcher off his back, glad he had picked it up now and positioned himself right above of the guard in the rear-centre of the atrium. Slade vaulted the wall, his single blue orb scanning the room, seeing things almost in slow-motion as he fell. The room suddenly exploded into gunfire, the one who had warned the other two robbers of the police fell with a bullet lodged in his skull, the girl who had been holding the goliath that Deathstroke was now attacking lying passed out on the floor, her sister trying to tug her out of the way, a pair of men sneaking into the bank under the cover of the gunfire, his boss, Black Mask aiming and firing at the last girl. So much was going on around him and yet near-instantly he had analysed everything about the room as he fell, even through the blazing gunfire of the imposter police-force members; Slade relished it, every feeling every sense, even the adrenaline as he could feel the energy from the bullets whizzing through the air. As soon as he felt his boots touching the giant's shoulder's though things seemed to speed up again. Slade had a rough idea of how things would pan out but there was no time for any kind of intricate plan. He jammed the grenade launcher, still loaded with the buckshot rather than high explosives, into the base of the giant's neck, taking deliberate care not to hit the two sisters beneath the towering powerhouse and pulled the trigger. At first the report from the gun was seemingly the only effect but a split-second later the shocked expression on the brute's face disappeared... along with his face itself, his head vaporising into a spray of gore, splattering the bank floor. Slade leapt off the giant's shoulders towards the gunfire, being sure to push back, preventing the muscle-bound corpse from landing on the girl's and crushing them. He dropped the grenade launcher, being sure to remember to pick it up again later, when he had the time before wheeling and grabbing the two girls, grabbing the conscious one first and then the unconscious girl and throwing them both in a bodily and rather undignified, although probably lifesaving way out of the gunfire, to the side of the bank. Once Slade was sure they were safely out of the way he dived behind the counters, rolling to the wall, now safely out of the way of gunfire himself. Slade didn't like the fact that Black Mask had fired shots at the third girl but he wasn't about to question his employer or his methods and in truth if he was ordered to shoot her himself, he quite probably would, it didn't mean he had to like it though. Realising he was between the final giant in the atrium and the entrance to the vault he glanced over to Black Mask, drawing his sword and an Uzi from his belt he looked over to the man, trying to get some kind of signal from him for what exactly he wanted doing, even though the final clown's days were certainly numbered.

[Plothappens]

Steve Simmons heard the shooting out in the lobby and the sound of a table crushing frail human bodies. He heard the sound of someone's head getting splattered. He knew they didn't have much time, and that they were seriously, and very much fucked by now. "Alright everyone, one last pull and we got that thing off!" He yelled to the men. They all nodded as they pulled even harder, the metal of the vault door screaming in agony as is was pulled off it's hinges, landing on the floor between them. As soon as it was done the four men hurried inside the large vault, rummaging through it as they looked for something special. Steve Simmons smiled as he pulled out a disk labeled PI-4TO9X from one of the smaller boxes inside the vault, the other guys were already ransacking the other boxes, making it impossible to see if they had a real target or just everything they could grab.

Steve then pulled out a phone, dialing a certain number, the one in the other end picking up on the second ring. "Steve my boy, I hope you bring good news..." say the Joker in the other end. Steve nodded with a smile as he spoke, not that Joker could see the nod. "Sure do Mr Bane, we got it right here." As he spoke, the other men looked at him with wide eyes. They had guessed they worked for someone with access to Venom, but to actually work for The Bat-Breaker? That was beyond awesome. Joker smirked in his end, Steve had done perfectly. Now the other goons thought they worked for Bane, and would never guess his own involvement. "Good..now, get out of there!" He finished before ending the call. Steve looked at the other guys with a little smile, quickly turning serious. "Alright boys, Boss told us to get the hell out of here, so let's go!" The other giants nodded as they ran out of the vault towards one of the walls in the opposite end of the room, Jimmy charging at said wall. Steve knew the walls would be thin in that end, if Joker's blueprints were right that was.

meanwhile, in the lobby, Lou looked at the 'cops' with murderous rage in his eyes. Joshua and Davidson were dead, only he was remaining. His rage was so focused on the 'cops' he hadn't even noticed Deathstroke as he hurled another table at Blackmask's men. they had learned to duck a little better, only two of them getting crushed by the table-projectile before the large monster of a man charged them head on, roaring all the way. Steve Simmons heard the roar before the sound of a smashed wall echoed throughout the building as Jimmy tore through it. Joker's plan was actually going rather well, Steve mused.

[The Triplets]

Illona was in the middle of trying to give the same treatment to the next brute, but suddenly felt an indescribable pain. In the same second her legs gave in under her, despite she wanted to go on. She should be happy. It had saved her kidney with half an inch, and probably saving her life; though the consequences of the shoot to the spine would later make her wish she was dead. One last shot hit her shoulder barely missing her bones, and finally she hit the ground, in so much pain that she couldn’t even scream. No words could describe how she felt right now, but the only thing she thought of was her sisters. Kaeira had black out and Liadain couldn’t protect herself. She had failed them, if something were to happen to either of them she would never forgive herself.

Liadain starred at her sister as she felt down, she was confused. Illona never fell, but why did she now? It scared her. None of her sisters were moving, and she suddenly felt alone, like the world had just grown bigger around her. Was she dreaming, was this just one of her nightmares? She couldn’t tell anymore, it all seemed to strange. But she knew something was terribly wrong, as if she knew the danger her wounded sister was in, but she didn’t.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a man landed before her, and her knocked out sister, and before being able to move away. He grabbed the two girls, which automatically made Liadain twist her whole body, in an attempt to get away from him. But before she knew of it, he threw them away from the line of fire. The two smashed to the ground, but only Liadain got to experience her body getting squeezed free for air, as Kaeira still was out cold. She crawled to her sister, and took her into her arms again, trying to caress her gently to wake her up. She had to have someone to protect her, she was so scared. Tears started to run down her cheeks, without the little lolli-dressed girl even noticed it.
She found the phone and once again dialed John’s number, desperately wanting for someone to safe her and her beloved sisters. ”John… I don’t know what to do, they aren’t moving… I’m really scared… Something is wrong with them” her voice was at the limit of breaking as she spoke, and when the last word left her lips, she started to cry, which she only had done one time before in the last five years. It meant that something serious was wrong, though she didn’t know what it was, but something told her it was important.

[blackmask]

-Black Mask would look at Deathstroke whipping into action, prompting Black mask to look at his men and gesturing them to press the assault. His men held their guns low aiming towards the various hostages.- "STAY DOWN!" -Another unit would shout.- "STAY OUT OF THE WAY!" -The units were perhaps sub-par compared to Deathstroke but, they had similar if not equal training as the man did. The expendables would differ in their practice, none of them could've compared to Deathstroke's combat experience and know-how. He lived through dealing with booby traps, cunning, and scams that his targets would have him running in circles before he realized what was wrong. These other men thought the job was as cut and dry as showing up with a gun and being ready to initiate combat tactics within an urban terrain. Black Mask saw as the large man came tumbling to the ground after Deathstroke's heroic strike. Upon waiting for a response of Black Mask, Roman would wave for him and two men to go in at Deathstroke's command. (Send them in first or have them watch your ass, your call and control, dude.)

-Black Mask would turn to look behind him as the room was now clear, Black Mask would begin walking over to where the girls were, glancing at them to see their vulnerable state. Psychologically they would all be scarred from the experience, it was sad to think about the life this girl could've had...Roman loved the thought of his actions but, he wasn't finished yet...He looked to the girls and said.- "Is she alright?" -He moved closer to examine the injured girl seeing Liadain in her state.- "Stay down, the police are here, bullets are flying everywhere..." -The man would the skull for a face was no doubt creepy but, sticking out of his breast pocket was a detective badge. At that moment the remaining men in the room approached Black Mask and said.- "The rooms clear of threats, sir." -Black mask would look to the Liadain.- "Stay here, we'll get you some help soon." -The unit in front of Black Mask looked to the girl and nodded agreeing with Black Mask's words. As Black Mask began moving to see Deathstroke's progress with the vault. As he walked with his remaining men; approximately 8 of them, 6 were with Black Mask, 2 with Deathstroke. One would say to Black Mask.- "Sir, we can start loading the cash and make our escape." -Black Mask would nod and give the men the green light to start grabbing what Cash they could.-

[Reaper]

" is your girl in this room?" Adam said coldly to the gangbanger. The gangbanger took a look around in the mess that looked like it would'nt end soon and and suddenly looked happy. He pointed in a direction of one of the counters and whispered " she's over there in the green tank top and blue pants" Adam noticed that one of the girls, whom the guy with the black mask was pointing his gun at, now layed still on the floor. one of the other girls where over by the side of what seemed to be her sister. they looked quite similiar at least. One of the shooters was standing next to the two girls, he picked them up and ran out of line of sight and behind the counter. Adam looked at the gangbanger and said "just get the fuck outside again, you just risk getting shot. Im gonna get your girl." the gangbanger nodded and ran outside to the entrance where they stood just a minute ago so he could have a peek inside the bank.

Adam took a deep breath, dropped he's bag by the wall and layed himself down on the floor. He started crawling against the wall to avoid getting noticed or shot. While he crawled he looked around to be sure not to be noticed but ofcourse with a good grab around his shotgun. As he came closer to the girl he noticed the shooting and rampage continued but now the guy in the black mask was by the girl he just shot himself. Adam didnt care and just continued crawling. " let's get out of here. your boyfriend is outside waiting for you." Adam had reached the girl and was now sitting beside her. He took one last look around, the chaos didnt seem to end, he needed to think of a way to get out without getting noticed.

[Deathstroke]

Deathstroke watched as the last remaining titan in the atrium heaved the table above his head before and hurled it at the two unfortunate 'cops'. He knew he could have stopped it but he didn't, two fewer shares meant a larger cut for his employer and the rest of the team, no doubt that thought alone, would be more than enough for them to forget all about the deaths of the two faceless goons. He wasn't sure if he would get a cut at all thanks to his fixed rate of pay but he didn't the mere whiff of a larger cut was enough incentive for him to slaughter every man in the room. Even if he didn't get a cut, his boss having fewer men to pay would probably give Deathstroke an extra edge in the future.

He raised his gun, almost nonchalantly; he barely even glanced to his left as he fired a short, three-round burst. The bullets spitting out of the Uzi and hollowing out the final clown's skull; a look of shock on his face as he fell to the floor. Venom may have made them tough but it didn't make them invincible... and he was still far out of their league, Slade thought to himself, a self-satisfied smirk crossing his face beneath his mask.

Slade looked to the girl lying on the floor as his employer leant over her body, revelling in her pain. Despite his pity for the girl his face never would have betrayed it if anyone could see; there wasn't even a hint of pity in his eye as he pulled the old clip out of the Uzi and placed it back on his belt. He selected a new clip and slid it into the gun with an audible 'click'. The sound was as much a threat to the people in the room as it was a cold statement of another possible thirty-one deaths, many of the people near him stared at him like he was the angel of death, which to them he may as well have been. He holstered the Uzi and began walking slowly towards the vault, drawing his H&K .45 pistol, seemingly completely unhindered even by the sword in his hand and slid a new clip into it as well. He heard the footsteps behind him long before the 'cops' went to introduce themselves; he decided to give them a little test. He pulled back the slide on his gun, catching the spare bullet and placing it in a pouch on his belt. As soon as the pair were close enough Slade wheeled around and stopped the 'cops' dead in their tracks, his pistol pressed against the helmet of the one on the left. They had just shit themselves, it was clear from their stance, though they relaxed a little, still clearly a little uneasy. Slade let the slide of the gun snap forward into position, making the guard jump and perform a little mental checklist to see if he had been shot. Slade's eye narrowed at them, he was clearly unimpressed, he waved the gun over to headless titan which he had made his grand entrance on. "Go and fetch the M79." He muttered, going to holster the pistol when he realised that beneath the impenetrable visor he was receiving an equally blank and featureless stare as he was receiving from the helmet itself. "Go over there and bring me the grenade launcher." He growled, speaking slowly and in a patronising tone, as if to an infant.

He turned and walked back to the vault, ejecting the clip and adding the bullet he had ejected from the gun back into the clip before slamming it back into the pistol. It didn't take long for the second 'cop' to jog back, grenade launcher in hand. Deathstroke snatched it off him and managed to load the launcher with a high explosive round. Watching him manage to handle a sword, a pistol and a grenade launcher all at the same time was quite a sight but it demonstrated just how experienced Slade was with all manner of weapons. He slung the grenade launcher back across his shoulders; he wasn't planning on using it in the vault, far too many valuables which could be damaged that way.

The 'cops' had been staying a healthy and respectable distance away from Deathstroke which would surely increase their life expectancy a good few seconds should Slade decide to turn on them. As he reached the vault door though he stopped, glancing back at the pair Deathstroke raised his hand and indicated that the pair should take up positions on either side of the door. They gave each other a quick glance before skirting nervously around Deathstroke, like two tiny animals hoping to avoid the attention of a large predator. As they raised their guns at the door, backs presented to Slade the 'cop' on the right would suddenly see his partner's helmet explode as a pair of pistol rounds ended his life, one through his neck and the second one right through the back of his head. As for the other man, some might have refused to turn, just for a moment, just to allow death to come on swift wings to them. Not this man though, he turned, spinning as fast as he could but as soon as he came face to face with the man Slade's sword pierced right through his body-armour and stabbed right through his chest. The man had only a few short seconds before the sudden drop in blood pressure to his brain would make him fall unconscious; in that time Slade said in a low, cold, whisper, which would be the last words that unfortunate man would ever hear. "I do not work with amateurs." He said and at the same time raised the pistol again, firing three shots in rapid succession into the man's visor, shattering it and pulping his face, leaving an unrecognisable, bloody, mess, thankfully only visible through the three small holes left by the bullets. The man twitched on the end of the blade with each shot before Slade shook him free. He holstered the pistol and drew the Uzi there were sure to be at least a few remaining clowns in the vaults and Slade was certain that they would be using whatever the hell that drug was to make them super-powerful freaks too. He stepped inside and could see them, the few that remained, one was putting a cell phone away, that must be the leader but more worryingly there was one charging at a wall. Slade frowned, the walls to the alleyways were reinforced, there was no way in hell anything but a military grade breaching charge would be able to get through that; the back walls however, which probably led into the shops he had no idea about, although he also had no idea how strong these pumped-up freaks were.

He raised the Uzi and fired at Jimmy as he charged towards the wall, the bullets sprayed all over the vault, at that range it was hopeless trying to hit anything at all, the best he could hope for was to slow Jimmy down. He watched as the bullets impacted on Jimmy's legs, chest and arms. None of them were serious though, certainly not life-threatening while he was pumped-up on venom unless Jimmy refused medical attention in the next few hours. Jimmy wasn't his target though, not that Slade knew any of their names nor cared to learn them but the one with the cell phone, Steve, was the one he was after. "More clowns!" Deathstroke called out to his boss, Black Mask, being sure not to refer to him as his boss or as Black Mask either, both would be a mistake. "They're making a run for it! I'm going after them!" He yelled and dropped the Uzi, not having the time to reload; instead pulling the M79 off his back and firing it at the wall next to the clowns, aiming to smash the wall with the HE grenade and burst through the wall's remains to run parallel alongside them, the others he would let escape but all the time his single blue eye remained locked on Steve. He knew they needed to end up in the street and as soon as they did he would separate Steve from the rest of the clowns and slaughter any others who tried to interfere. That was the plan at least, Slade honestly had no idea how to do any of that or even if it would work; he had never seen anything quite like this before but he had to work fast if he was going to even stand a chance of taking them down, sadly that meant having only half-a-plan ready and formed in his head.