Up!

With naught a sound, Shadowstrike landed on the rooftop of the building across from his own. Without stopping, he leaped from building to building, climbing ever-higher as he went. He stopped on a 6-story building, made his way to the corner of it, and stood tall with his arms folded, eyes scanning the streets below. His muffler fluttered softly in the wind as he began his silent vigil.

It didn't take him long to get out of sight somewhere he could ride the power grid of Weston back to his little apartment.  Forming in the bomb shelter made make shift personal hideout he picks up a few supplies and grins slowly under his breath.  Setting his shades aside and donning his goggles he pulls the mask across his face.  Changing into his more old school surplus military clothes he's back in the power grid and moving towards his destination.

About a block away from Shadowstrike, on a lower roof, he forms on the roof of a small warehouse.  There was a shift change in the guards just now, and they liked to swap stories for a few minutes.  Effectively blue screening himself on the cameras he creeps towards each one slowly before moving on.  First he needed to make sure the area would be clear.  Moving to each corner of the building he sets a micro wireless camera and checks the feed of each within his right goggle.  Alright.  So far, so good.  Everything was working.  Checking his watch he kneels and brushes a few fingers against the rooftop.  The guards should be leaving their beer keg meeting soon.  He'd need to wait till they had went to their points and the previous shift had left.  Thankfully little was still known about him.  Unlike the rest of the Legacy most of his exploits were seen as over exagerations, urban legends or someone else that the 'resident badboy' of the Legacy bragged about doing himself.  Like some punk kid would really be dumb enough to get into the Oval Office to ask President Obama for help.  Teh...  Right.  None of the profilers that studied him thinks he really has the mindset to do that, he comes off as very anti-establishment after all.

While one of the bigger steps he needed to take, it was humorous that one of the small time gangs had what he wanted.  Atleast what he figured he wanted.  Well, what he figured he needed to be more precise.  Even with the Legacy there were still some small gangs in operation.  As people went more towards the high end of protection and muscle, there were still some on the low end of the curve.  He could be sorta like Robin Hood with these guys.  They didn't have the funding to buy muscle or equipment to protect themselves and they thought they kept off the grid enough to go unnoticed.  He could return the stolen items, minus a few choice ones if any for himself.  And since criminals aren't always known to keep records.  Well hey.  That's why Jewelry Stores have insurance, right?

A blink and he's gone.

Forming in the giant and semi-complicated safe he smiles to himself as he clicks a timer.  He doesn't speak and breathes slowly.  Slipping a small device on his lips to help deal with the limited air in the airtight area he starts working quickly.  First he slaps a few explosives quickly and strategically as he had planned.  Turning he then clicks open the few small cases that the gems would be stored in, plus a few briefcases with cash in them.  A small device is then brought out as he begins to scan over the jewels quickly.

Come on.  One of you sing to me already.

As he scans the gems and they do not respond he pockets them quickly in a small bag he had brought along.  He gets to the end when an amber gem peaks a change in the oscilation of his guaging device.  A grin spreads across his lips as he sets that aside into a pocket of his jacket.  He still had a little time.  Now to work on the rest of the stash.  Putting the device away he starts pocketing as much cash as he can from the safe.  He tries to stay calm but his heartrate increases.  He had done his homework but with his heartrate increasing, his body heat increases.  And not being able to connect with the security system in time.  Eventually a nearby speaker kicks on.

"Well well well, what do we have here.  Hmmm?  Some little para that thinks they can steal from us.  I don't know how you got in there.  Frankly I don't care.  What you should know, is that we did take one precaution.  We've set up a disruption matrix around that cell.  You teleported in, we were assured that it would not allow you to teleport out by this scientist we kidnapped.  So, we're going to wait for a few more minutes till you pass out.  And if you're lucky, maybe you'll wake up later."

Zeke had to chuckle as he continues to pocket a little more money, before walking over to the intercom and hitting the button.

"Few minutes huh?  Alright I guess that means we get to talk.  See I know there's no honor among thieves.  Really I live by two rules.  Never let them see you bleed.  And always have a way out.  So, let's play a game while we wait.  What rhymes with 'chick'?"

"What?  Oh what the hell.  The more I get you to talk, the faster that air gets sucked out right.  I'll play your little game, freak.  Let's see.  Dick, hick, kick, lick, nick, pick, rick, sick, tick."

Watching the cameras he has to smile as he crouches and gets ready to sprint.  Making sure his loot is secure.  It seemed to be perfect timing.  Just then, the alley was clear.

"I'm sorry, but the answer I was looking for was, 'click'."

As he says click he sets off the trigger he had absorbed into himself, blowing the explosives and shattering the back of the safe, slamming it into the abandoned building behind.  Making a rather decent sized hole in it.  Leaping through the hole he tucks and rolls, moving into the building next door.

"Damn it!  Fucking ass hole!  Get on him!  Figure out where the fuck he went and get on him!"

Radio chatter erupts as the guards rush down and shine flashlights into the building.  As they do there is a large black curtain out of reach of them to push back and the sound of an engine reving.

"Shit!  He's making a break for it.  Go!  GO!"

A van rips through the rusty doors of the warehouse and speeds off towards a sight of new construction with a runoff into the drainage channels.  Three black cars take off in pursuit but other start to enter the warehouse.

Until a digitized voice starts to count down.

5....

4......

3......


The men scramble and duck for cover.


2.......

1.......

Have a nice day.

The warehouse crumbles on itself as set charges causes it to implode.