Ambrosia_64
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It was not the nicest of cities. Crime was bad. Not just bad, but horrific. The back alleys, the old brownstone buildings, the shipping and urban districts were full of the worst society had to offer-from corrupt politicians, well informed mafia men, and masked homicidal lunatics, there was plenty of hurt to go around.
And its mythic, larger than life protector? Well, she wasn't exactly bringing a lot of light to the place. Sure, she seemed to stand for right and justice-but she was as dark and brutal as the city itself was. A certain ruthlessness about her and her methods that chilled the law abiding and law breaking alike. Even other heroes kept their distance. Villains certainly would have liked to-because when the vigilante came down on something, she came down hard.
The media had settled on calling her The Protagonist, after a failed bid to term her Blue Hood. She had no insignia emblazoned on her chest or anywhere else-but she didn't need any. Her attire was enough, her reputation was enough.
The Protagonist wore a dark, twilight blue cloak that gave her a larger presence, the hood deep enough to shadow her features. Her costume beneath it was a thicker, protective material, tight on her athletic form but plenty modest. It looked like motorcycle garb and was the same, blue twilight color. From the turtleneck portion of it, a small cloth was pulled up over the lower half of her face to conceal her mouth and nose. Just above the edge of the cloth mask was a thick strip of black face paint swiped from temple to temple, crossing over her eyes and the bridge of her pert nose.
Flat heeled, steel toed boots came up to about mid calf, black with heavy velco straps across the front. They matched the black gloves and the utility belt she wore, a bolo hanging from one curved hip and a grappling gun on the other-and untold weapons and tools stashed in her gloves, boots, and pouches of her belt.
The cloaked heroine had shown up almost a decade ago, and had been putting the fear of God into the criminal sector ever since. She hadn't been able to stomp out crime, nor was such a thing even possible-but she sure made it difficult to operate, and certainly more difficult to get away with anything too ambitious. Her almost supernatural ability to be in the right place at the right time made criminals paranoid and fearful-and what she did to the people she caught red handed was whispered about in seedy bars and police precincts across the city.
Whatever the demon woman was, she was bad news for anyone who caught her attention...or was crushed beneath the heels of her boots.
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All in all, four men were involved in the heist, not including the new guy.
Each of the men shifted uncomfortably in the basement of Anterior Labs, scanning the darkened hall behind them. The heavy duty drill they had set up bore through the locks, making an unholy racket as it did so. They only had a small window to finish the job once the door was breached- According to the sweating, out of place Leonard, they would be in and out within minutes. Well before police-or anyone else-could arrive.
And he was sweating. In a white dress shirt and yet another one of his outrageous ties, he had donned body armor for the occasion. It clashed with his dress pants and balding head terribly, and the handgun on his hip wasn't fooling anyone-he was out of his element. He was mismatched with the other three men he had brought-not to mention the new guy. The three muscled, automatic rifle toting, large men wore all black and body armor vests in grey.
They were finally through, and Leonard gestured for the blue metal stand supporting the drill to be pulled away, allowing the men to swing the heavy door open and step inside.
A lab counter nearest them held various equipment. Two rows of metal tables filled the space in front of that, but it was the back wall they were really interested in-from floor to ceiling, the entire back of the vault was filled with metal drawers. Samples, files, and various equipment and confiscated items.
Anterior Labs was relatively mysterious. A bit of research would show the lab had a lucrative contract with the Department of Defense-though what this contract involved was unknown, buried under layers and layers of classified documents. The mysterious Lord Rustang wanted something from their vaults, though only Leonard knew what.
And its mythic, larger than life protector? Well, she wasn't exactly bringing a lot of light to the place. Sure, she seemed to stand for right and justice-but she was as dark and brutal as the city itself was. A certain ruthlessness about her and her methods that chilled the law abiding and law breaking alike. Even other heroes kept their distance. Villains certainly would have liked to-because when the vigilante came down on something, she came down hard.
The media had settled on calling her The Protagonist, after a failed bid to term her Blue Hood. She had no insignia emblazoned on her chest or anywhere else-but she didn't need any. Her attire was enough, her reputation was enough.
The Protagonist wore a dark, twilight blue cloak that gave her a larger presence, the hood deep enough to shadow her features. Her costume beneath it was a thicker, protective material, tight on her athletic form but plenty modest. It looked like motorcycle garb and was the same, blue twilight color. From the turtleneck portion of it, a small cloth was pulled up over the lower half of her face to conceal her mouth and nose. Just above the edge of the cloth mask was a thick strip of black face paint swiped from temple to temple, crossing over her eyes and the bridge of her pert nose.
Flat heeled, steel toed boots came up to about mid calf, black with heavy velco straps across the front. They matched the black gloves and the utility belt she wore, a bolo hanging from one curved hip and a grappling gun on the other-and untold weapons and tools stashed in her gloves, boots, and pouches of her belt.
The cloaked heroine had shown up almost a decade ago, and had been putting the fear of God into the criminal sector ever since. She hadn't been able to stomp out crime, nor was such a thing even possible-but she sure made it difficult to operate, and certainly more difficult to get away with anything too ambitious. Her almost supernatural ability to be in the right place at the right time made criminals paranoid and fearful-and what she did to the people she caught red handed was whispered about in seedy bars and police precincts across the city.
Whatever the demon woman was, she was bad news for anyone who caught her attention...or was crushed beneath the heels of her boots.
//////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
All in all, four men were involved in the heist, not including the new guy.
Each of the men shifted uncomfortably in the basement of Anterior Labs, scanning the darkened hall behind them. The heavy duty drill they had set up bore through the locks, making an unholy racket as it did so. They only had a small window to finish the job once the door was breached- According to the sweating, out of place Leonard, they would be in and out within minutes. Well before police-or anyone else-could arrive.
And he was sweating. In a white dress shirt and yet another one of his outrageous ties, he had donned body armor for the occasion. It clashed with his dress pants and balding head terribly, and the handgun on his hip wasn't fooling anyone-he was out of his element. He was mismatched with the other three men he had brought-not to mention the new guy. The three muscled, automatic rifle toting, large men wore all black and body armor vests in grey.
They were finally through, and Leonard gestured for the blue metal stand supporting the drill to be pulled away, allowing the men to swing the heavy door open and step inside.
A lab counter nearest them held various equipment. Two rows of metal tables filled the space in front of that, but it was the back wall they were really interested in-from floor to ceiling, the entire back of the vault was filled with metal drawers. Samples, files, and various equipment and confiscated items.
Anterior Labs was relatively mysterious. A bit of research would show the lab had a lucrative contract with the Department of Defense-though what this contract involved was unknown, buried under layers and layers of classified documents. The mysterious Lord Rustang wanted something from their vaults, though only Leonard knew what.