004; [accidental video; para format]
Apparently, no one's comm is entirely immune to their tendency to randomly start transmitting. The video signal kicks in... just as a boot kicks in a door.
The room beyond looks like it might be a dockland warehouse office. There are five men inside, standing around a desk that has on it a pile of cash and jewels. Physically, the men are a mixed bag, but one thing they all have in common is how they immediately reach for their guns as they turn towards the door... and then are shocked when they see who is standing there.
(Not many of the Ported people of the City know who he is, but the unpowered criminal underworld has learned to fear him.)
The next few moments are chaotic. The words "Claw," "Justice," and "Lobster" are prominent in the shouting that filters through the gunfire which is exchanged in both directions. Two of the men get cut down before the others manage to take cover behind the desk and other furniture in the office. As for whoever's communicator is transmitting, some of the shots fired his way have definitely hit, but don't seem to be slowing him down very much.
Something does slow him down, however: The video feed fades to white and finally cuts out for a few brief moments as the air around him is suffused with light. The audio feed is a mix of shouting, gunshots, and something like wind rushing around the person with the comm. And then the sound fades and the camera switches on, affording a wonderful view of the warehouse roof.
Silence reigns supreme for a few seconds, and then one of the surviving criminals asks, "...Did we get him?"
The second voice is incredulous. "No, you idiot. He just... vanished."
"Oh. You think he, like, turned invisible, and just sneaking up on us now?" Obviously, he's not the brains of the operation.
"If that were the case, we'd probably be dead already," the third crook says, with an authoritative tone of leadership. "If he comes back, we'll deal with that then, but in the meantime, let's all hope the freak got sent back to wherever he came from."
"Yo, boss, looks like he dropped something on his way out." A moment later, the communicator is picked up and the Network is treated to a picture of the second criminal, who adds, "Looks like... a cell phone, I guess, but I ain't never seen one this complicated. Hefty little thing. Says 'StarkTech' on it."
The boss comes into view of the camera as he walks over and takes the comm. "Oh, yeah, I heard about these. Apparently, all the super-freaks have one, and chat on their own little party line all day." He grins. "This may be our lucky day, after all."
The first crook sniffs at the air and asks, "Hey, you guys smell something burning?" The other two look at him, puzzled, then back down at the comm. Faint wisps of smoke start to waft past the camera lens, which do nothing to hide the sudden look of fright on the boss' face.
"Oh, sh--"
Connection lost.
[[Yes, The Lobster modified his communicator to have a self-destruct, which he activated on his way out. Police Chief McClane will later receive an automated call telling him where to pick up the case file on this particular batch of scum -- robbery of a jewelry store with a side order of killing a guard -- that would've otherwise landed on his desk if The Lobster were still in The City to do so himself. He will, obviously, not be answering any responses made in this post, but feel free to discuss amongst yourselves.]]
The room beyond looks like it might be a dockland warehouse office. There are five men inside, standing around a desk that has on it a pile of cash and jewels. Physically, the men are a mixed bag, but one thing they all have in common is how they immediately reach for their guns as they turn towards the door... and then are shocked when they see who is standing there.
(Not many of the Ported people of the City know who he is, but the unpowered criminal underworld has learned to fear him.)
The next few moments are chaotic. The words "Claw," "Justice," and "Lobster" are prominent in the shouting that filters through the gunfire which is exchanged in both directions. Two of the men get cut down before the others manage to take cover behind the desk and other furniture in the office. As for whoever's communicator is transmitting, some of the shots fired his way have definitely hit, but don't seem to be slowing him down very much.
Something does slow him down, however: The video feed fades to white and finally cuts out for a few brief moments as the air around him is suffused with light. The audio feed is a mix of shouting, gunshots, and something like wind rushing around the person with the comm. And then the sound fades and the camera switches on, affording a wonderful view of the warehouse roof.
Silence reigns supreme for a few seconds, and then one of the surviving criminals asks, "...Did we get him?"
The second voice is incredulous. "No, you idiot. He just... vanished."
"Oh. You think he, like, turned invisible, and just sneaking up on us now?" Obviously, he's not the brains of the operation.
"If that were the case, we'd probably be dead already," the third crook says, with an authoritative tone of leadership. "If he comes back, we'll deal with that then, but in the meantime, let's all hope the freak got sent back to wherever he came from."
"Yo, boss, looks like he dropped something on his way out." A moment later, the communicator is picked up and the Network is treated to a picture of the second criminal, who adds, "Looks like... a cell phone, I guess, but I ain't never seen one this complicated. Hefty little thing. Says 'StarkTech' on it."
The boss comes into view of the camera as he walks over and takes the comm. "Oh, yeah, I heard about these. Apparently, all the super-freaks have one, and chat on their own little party line all day." He grins. "This may be our lucky day, after all."
The first crook sniffs at the air and asks, "Hey, you guys smell something burning?" The other two look at him, puzzled, then back down at the comm. Faint wisps of smoke start to waft past the camera lens, which do nothing to hide the sudden look of fright on the boss' face.
"Oh, sh--"
Connection lost.
[[Yes, The Lobster modified his communicator to have a self-destruct, which he activated on his way out. Police Chief McClane will later receive an automated call telling him where to pick up the case file on this particular batch of scum -- robbery of a jewelry store with a side order of killing a guard -- that would've otherwise landed on his desk if The Lobster were still in The City to do so himself. He will, obviously, not be answering any responses made in this post, but feel free to discuss amongst yourselves.]]