BANKING DISTRICT, LOS APAGOS, NEPLESLIA...
It was a hazy evening, a somewhat stiffening presence lingered in the air as the banks security begun to tighten, while shadows lengthened.
One of the national banks had five security guards keeping an eye on the place from the outside. One on the roof and one on each side of the building. Inside, it the computers were doing the job.
A grey car was roughly twenty-five metres away from the place.
Then a plan appeared to come together in a cumulus burst of fire from within the reception area of the bank. The entire complex rocked, the guards were astounded. Suddenly, the grey car on the road swerved into the bank, crashing through the window and ignoring the flames, as three figures came out, hurriedly raided the vault with duffel bags and scurried back to the car with lined pockets.
The car went into reverse and drove out as quickly as it came in and sped down the road at 100 kilometres an hour, and the needle was rising steadily. Two marked police cars attempted pursuit, but lost the getaway vehicle.
Several minutes later, four figures could be seen sprinting across a rooftop with duffel bags over their backs, but they suddenly stopped. Surprised, as two masked figures came down on them from the window of a nearby building.
"Truth - you stole money." One of the figures, wearing but a domino-mask to conceal his identity, and a full body spandex suit with a jester's pattern. Red and black checked. He stood with the grace and poise of an athlete, pale skin, and long, blue hair.
"Then dare," Commanded the other one, who was wearing a similar mask, but wearing casual street clothing, tanned skin, short bright-red hair, and had a variety of honking big guns strapped to him. Namely, a pair of HHG's with masks imprinted on the sides, "To take a spin with us."
"Faggots," One of the burglars groaned as he directed his men to the duo, "Kill them!"
Two pulled out machine guns, firing at the two, who tumbled away like lightning, emptying the whole magazine and hitting nothing.
Then the One who Dared emerged with his twin HHG's, firing decisive shots into the two gunmen, as well as shooting the guns out of their hands before filling them with lead.
Then the Truth flew from shadow, kneeing the ringleader in the face, dislocating his jaw and knocking him to the floor, with knee firmly in face. He then stood up and engaged the remaining burglar in hand to hand combat - damn near breaking both of his arms.
"Truth," The jester stood up, satisfied with his beatdown, with the rising moon behind him, backlighting his lithe body.
"Or Dare," The gunman reloaded both of his HHG's with a smile, standing back to back with the jester.
"Thanks for playing," They said together, before hearing sirens, both jumping from the rooftop to the face of another building and scaling it quickly, escaping the scene.
The policemen who investigated shrugged at the details of the burglar's apprehensions, and took them in - satisfied that they didn't get their hands dirty tonight.
It was a hazy evening, a somewhat stiffening presence lingered in the air as the banks security begun to tighten, while shadows lengthened.
One of the national banks had five security guards keeping an eye on the place from the outside. One on the roof and one on each side of the building. Inside, it the computers were doing the job.
A grey car was roughly twenty-five metres away from the place.
Then a plan appeared to come together in a cumulus burst of fire from within the reception area of the bank. The entire complex rocked, the guards were astounded. Suddenly, the grey car on the road swerved into the bank, crashing through the window and ignoring the flames, as three figures came out, hurriedly raided the vault with duffel bags and scurried back to the car with lined pockets.
The car went into reverse and drove out as quickly as it came in and sped down the road at 100 kilometres an hour, and the needle was rising steadily. Two marked police cars attempted pursuit, but lost the getaway vehicle.
Several minutes later, four figures could be seen sprinting across a rooftop with duffel bags over their backs, but they suddenly stopped. Surprised, as two masked figures came down on them from the window of a nearby building.
"Truth - you stole money." One of the figures, wearing but a domino-mask to conceal his identity, and a full body spandex suit with a jester's pattern. Red and black checked. He stood with the grace and poise of an athlete, pale skin, and long, blue hair.
"Then dare," Commanded the other one, who was wearing a similar mask, but wearing casual street clothing, tanned skin, short bright-red hair, and had a variety of honking big guns strapped to him. Namely, a pair of HHG's with masks imprinted on the sides, "To take a spin with us."
"Faggots," One of the burglars groaned as he directed his men to the duo, "Kill them!"
Two pulled out machine guns, firing at the two, who tumbled away like lightning, emptying the whole magazine and hitting nothing.
Then the One who Dared emerged with his twin HHG's, firing decisive shots into the two gunmen, as well as shooting the guns out of their hands before filling them with lead.
Then the Truth flew from shadow, kneeing the ringleader in the face, dislocating his jaw and knocking him to the floor, with knee firmly in face. He then stood up and engaged the remaining burglar in hand to hand combat - damn near breaking both of his arms.
"Truth," The jester stood up, satisfied with his beatdown, with the rising moon behind him, backlighting his lithe body.
"Or Dare," The gunman reloaded both of his HHG's with a smile, standing back to back with the jester.
"Thanks for playing," They said together, before hearing sirens, both jumping from the rooftop to the face of another building and scaling it quickly, escaping the scene.
The policemen who investigated shrugged at the details of the burglar's apprehensions, and took them in - satisfied that they didn't get their hands dirty tonight.