Clyde Fontan and Ezra Herlong drove the armored truck full of money towards its destination. Just another day in Embercrest, Coloska. A modern city teaming with life and beauty. The city of Embercrest was built at the edge of an enormous island and is truly an extraordinary display of wonder. Its uniqueness is matched by the backdrop of a gentle mountain which have helped shape the city to what it is today. The climate these mountains brought were of great importance, but they were also influential when it came to architectural designs as the vast majority of buildings have been built in the shape of those same mountains. The skyline is spreading with unique skyscrapers and while modern now, their history still shined through. Business is booming in Embercrest and it has attracted a lot of attention. Various cultures have left their mark not just on the city's development, but also upon the city's identity. What historically was a city of monotony has grown into an amalgamation of differences and it's this that unites the 11 million people to this day. It's this multicultural identity that has truly left its mark. Hundreds of bistros, ethnic restaurants and theme restaurants offer a plethora of culinary choices and those who feel hungry for something else can enjoy sightseeing, nature, theaters or one of the many other recreational venues. The two had a truck full of money to deliver so they kept an eye out for any trouble but they weren't expecting anything major.
"Smooth sailing all the way didn't I tell you?" Clyde asked Ezra. He is a tall and athletically built, fair skinned man with cold, green eyes, plucked eyebrows and an aquiline nose. He has short golden hair, has a muscular torso with chiseled abs, and strong shoulders. His youthful strong good looks are a contrast to his older partner who is wizened with age and short cut greying hair but still with a strong dangerous figure and eyes that are looking for any sign of danger outside.
"It's not smooth until we're there. Anything can happen at anytime. We need to be ready just in case. We don't even know if those Vigilantes are going to show their faces either."
"You honestly think they're real? Come on. There's no way that any of those stories about them are real. Flying people terrorizing criminals? Throwing thunderbolts and shooting fire from their eyes? That's Comic Book Movie Nonsense."
"Whether its real or they're using some kind of tricks to do it doesn't matter. The point is that everyone who's been attacked by them has been left terrified beyond belief. Hardened criminals, Clyde, terrified. That isn't normal. These guys are something else."
"So what do you think? Military? Spec Ops?"
"I have no idea. But I do know that they're clearly out of their damn minds." Ezra replied and adjusted his gun.
"Don't tell me you're scared now."
"I'm not. I'm cautious. You spend enough time on the force as I do you'll learn to do the same."
Dick Norris watched the police cars approach. This gentleman makes you think of a brilliant inventor. He has round brown eyes that are like two tiger-eye gems. His silky, straight, black hair is worn in a style that reminds you of a comet's trail. He has a lean build. His skin is tan. He has a pointed chin. His wardrobe is complicated, with a lot of brown. "Almost time boys. Everyone ready to party?" He asked into the walkie-talkie.
"Ready boss."
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"Good. Now remember the plan. Hit them hard and fast, disable them and grab the cash." He pulled down his facemask and stepped out of his car and took out a device from his coat that resembled a game controller and he turned it on, pressed a button and slid a joystick forward. The device activated his car and pressed the gas forward and it shot forward across the street causing the police car in front of the armored truck to collide with the side and stop on a dime causing the truck to crash into the police car and the car behind it to bump into the truck shortly before another car came speeding over and hurtled into the side of the police car! No sooner had all of this happened then the car doors popped open and a series of smoke bombs burst open and sprayed clouds of smoke out while more of them were fired on either side of the police cars and armored truck creating a giant smokescreen that blinded the officers field of vision. A double-whammy of shock while they were still dealing with the shock of the sudden crashes! This was followed by the spray of bullets from FN FAL 50.61's shooting out the tires of the police cars! A team of the robbers closed in on the cars and broke open the windows, grabbed the disoriented officers and pulled them out of their own cars, threw them to the ground, stole their guns and pointed their own at the officers heads.
"Don't move! Don't fucking move or we'll blow your brains out! Don't move!" The thugs shouted at them while another couple of them climbed on the roof of the truck, placed charges on the backdoors of the truck and got out of the way as the charges blew open the doors!
Ezra and Clyde were caught completely flatfooted by the sudden out of nowhere assault and smokescreen that they had no time to react before the back of the truck was blown open!
"DAMMIT! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?! WE GOTTA GET OUT THERE!" Clyde shouted and grabbed his gun but Ezra grabbed his shoulder and shook his head.
"Not yet! We don't know who's out there! We need to wait and call this in! Call it in first and get ready for whomever comes in here!" He barked at Clyde and looked at the window. "Besides....I have a feeling that they've already got hostages."
"Hostages?!"
"Our boys. Regretful as it is we might just need to play along for now. It's not just our lives on the line here. It's everyone else's and any civilians in the area." Ezra told him. "Now, before they get in here we need to-" He was cut off by the sound of the glass breaking as a smoke grenade was shot into the truck through the windshield! "SHIT!"
With no other choice they got out of the truck, grabbed their guns, rolled with the landing and raised their guns to find themselves completely surrounded on all sides by heavily armored masked assailants. "Don't even think about it."
Clyde and Ezra were swiftly disarmed and thrown against the truck with their hands cuffed alongside the others while the criminals took all of the money right out of the truck and another truck rolled up towards them. Their escape vehicle.
The apparent ringleader of this group laughed and took a bow. "Gentlemen. We sincerely thank you for your cooperation today and your generous donation to the Mockingbirds today. Simply continue to stay there and you will be allowed to live and go home to your sad excuses for lives with your failures for comfort. Thank you, fuck you and have a nice day." He laughed and they began walking towards their truck when it was suddenly flipped over dropped on the ground! The gunmen heard their driver and passenger yell out in horror and shock and fear and pain as the truck just randomly flipped over! It was a small mercy that they were wearing their seatbelts. A red and black blur jumped up on top of the overturned truck and the gunmen and officers could see the new arrival in person.
A tall athletically built young man wearing a red and black long sleeved leather outfit and red hoodie over red jeans, dark shoes, a mouth cover and visor. His hands were covered by dark red biker gloves. The young man walked across the truck and looked down on the gunmen and stretched. "Hey idiots! For the record? Don't go causing so much damn noise if you're going to be out committing crimes. I heard you all the way across the city."
"Who or what the fuck is that?"
"Where'd he come from?"
"Boss? Boss what do we do?!"
"Don't panic! We prepared for this! LIGHT 'EM UP! LIGHT 'EM UP!"
"Cool idea. Who we shooting?" The hooded man asked from behind the thugs and then casually backhanded the ringleader in the face and broke his mask and his face and caused him to flop down on the ground.
"WHAT THE HELL?!"
Before anybody knew what was happening the dhooded young man set the money bags down next to the officers. "By the way I'm pretty sure this is yours. Sit back and relax while I mop this up. Cool? Cool."
"Hold on wha-"
The hooded young man was in front of the gunmen again before anybody could even question this. "Soooo....who wants to wrestle with a Superhero?!"
"NOT ME! NOT ME!" One of them cried out frantically and dropped his gun.
"Too bad!" He replied and punched the gunmen in the stomach and then he began rapidly flickering in and out of everyone's sight with every movement causing bursts of wind and air as he moved from place to place and punched out the robbers one after the other and slamming them to the ground while stealing their guns and crushing them and going through their wallets and stealing the money from the robbers before vanishing again and appearing again on top of the overturned truck.
"Sorry about the mess!" He called to the officers. "But, hey, welcome for not being robbed, am I right? Anyway! You guys can take it from here! Vermillion OUT!" He leaped into the air hard enough to make the bottom of the truck implode inwards as he rocketed himself up into the air and flew out of sight.
"Ezra? What the fuck just happened?" Clyde asked his senior officer.
"I...I've got nothing." He confessed. "But...I do...have...two free hands." The old man replied while slipping out of his cuffs.
"How the hell?!"
"I've been through a lot. Lets just leave it at that. Now...I'm going to need to get you guys out of here and...call this in."
