As written by Calcos and Minkasha
Doctor Harold Lester stood, hunched over the sleek, polished microscope that was peering down into the world inside of the glass petri dish that sat motionless underneath the lenses, its contents invisible to the naked eye. His experiment continued on in autonomy, the singular nanoparticle laying dormant as he prepared to introduce a very miniscule fraction of the blood sample he had taken from his mother before placing her into stasis. The lone nanomachine, a product of meticulous micro-soldering and construction, a process that has been nearly perfected by autonomous machines.
The idea was to provide the sample for the nanite to analyze, to get a better idea of what the disease in the blood was and how to treat it. Of course, his luck being what it is and life just generally loving to give him a four-knuckle rectal exam, the results would likely provide nothing of use. Still, he had to try something. So, as the sanguine liquid dispensed from the syringe and into the transparent dish, the nanite set to work, bathing in its murky crimson and attempting to gather what information it could.
Lester backed away, then, his eyes fixing on a nearby monitor, showing him in real time the data that the nanite was collecting.
“So,” he began, speaking to another individual who was standing on the opposite end of the room, “How are we going to play this?” His question was in reference to their plan; a heist of sorts, where he was supposed to play an important role. Ever since taking up the mantle of Warpath, Lester was a far more driven man than he’d ever been. He had also since learned that there was strength in numbers, especially when those numbers were as sexy as the woman standing before him.
Lin kept her Oriental charms with the feminine glow of her skin. She was wearing nothing but a nude colored silk robe. She had just left his shower but fixed her ornate hair pieces back on. Lin was walking over the cold surface of Lester’s lab, petite small feet quietly tapping over to the man she called lover out of necessity. His assistance to the South Solus Gang would eventually become irreplaceable. However right now, the guy was a bitch.
Not only did he take up a lot of her time, he was fucking expensive to fund for his laboratory expenditures, and worse of all, she had to let him slip inside her just to make sure he kept focused and would do what she would want later on. The life of a beautiful woman wasn't as easy as it was seen on tv. When you paid for everything with sex, you actually have to have sex with these people. This one was an old man. At least he could make her cum time to time.
“I think we'll put all of my people into Northwestern bank. The scatter strategy won't make sure Black Wasp comes where we want her to…” Lin’s pretty pale hands touched the scientist’s elbows “Look at me…?” Lin asked up to the tall white man. Heh, Lin was always one of her favorites to play seductive well - she was a crowd favorite. The more she acted passive and easygoing, the more assertive and successful her seductions.
Lester tore his eyes away from the monitor, his mind taken away from his crucial work, if only momentarily, to stare into the lustrous oriental eyes of his newfound lover. He felt a faint smile curl at his lips. ‘What did I do to deserve such luck?’ he thought to himself. If the man only knew what kind of monster he was truly dealing with, he’d have stopped working with the South Solus Gang quite some time ago. Still, enraptured by amore as he was now, he couldn’t see the forest for the trees. “Y-yes?” he stammered, nervous, not unlike his previous character, as he was before; before Warpath became his new name.
“I will need you to help get get Black Wasp out of…our way…” she quivered her lower lip and pushed back some of her wet black bangs from her face. “The three of us...we've tried…” Lin trailed, Sophie and Nikisha also were a part of this - giving this nerdy mama’s boy a harem of beautiful women. The sad story of them cursed to one shared existence, yet they all cared for him. Heh. The idiot.
He nodded slowly, his face deepening in red as she touched him, speaking to him in a gentle tone that made him weak. As he stared back, he found trouble articulating his words, his nerves crumbling as they had several times before now. In an act of false nonchalantness, he turned to face the monitor again, trying in vain to hide the fact that, deep down, he was just a scared little boy playing at the tough guy whenever he felt like it. “Consider it done, love,” he said in a brisk monotone.
Despite the fact that even though she was willing to give herself to him, she intimidated him still. Beauty and grace coalescing into a brilliant and talented woman such as that, and she was all his. He felt that something had to be amiss. If only he could discern what it was…
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As written by Calcos and Minkasha
An unspecified amount of time later...
Alarms rang out in a chorus of shrill, incessant noise; indicative of their assault on the bank. Outside, a police perimeter had been set up, with this now being a hostage situation; although, they dared not make a move on the place for fear of getting anyone killed. Cowering all about the lobby were myriad civilians and bank tellers, Warpath’s hulking, metallic frame looming over them all, his weapon held in the crook of his right elbow as he kept it pointed upward, eyes scanning the cluster of frightened citizens. They hadn’t killed anyone yet; no, that was unnecessary at this stage.
This was just the bait...
Beside Warpath’s giant form was a five foot six blonde, the famed Sophie of The Greedy Goddesses. Her subordinates were a mismatching gang of young men and women with various hair colors and fashion styles. Some were even wearing GG or SSG merch on the crime scene while they held out their guns. But miss Sophie didn’t need guns when her hands could commit murder quiet easily. She had a few money sacs in her grasp. And instead of asking the front clerk for the cash she slammed down hard on the stone counter above the hidden till. Under her might it not only cracked, but almost exploded with force. Smooth rock turning into rubble - the dent even went down into the thick metal that safeguarded the money.
Her breasts within her open suit jacket and lace bra wiggled violently, something the male clerk didn’t miss while he was terrified and several steps away from the beautiful woman who had just ripped open a gun proof till with her manicured hands. Hundreds poured into Sophie’s bag but she sighed and threw the discarded metal contained to the ground.
“This is crap money” Sophie said out loud, her voice more bubbly than Lin’s soft and frail tones. Hell, she made more damn money through her legit business and stocks than this. If they were going to make it good - they needed the gold. Snatching the male clerk and raising the man entirely off his feet with one of her arms his frightful eyes stared life and death between her cleavage and her round blue eyes. “Where’s your vault buddy?” Sophie critiqued, giggling as a little extra quirk Sophie loved to do.
“It’s um, down that hall and you have to take a turn tha-” He was trying to gesture with his arms. Rows of people who were or were not screaming were watching in full view this man shakily try to give directions while a small woman continued to keep him almost levitated without even a breaking of a sweat on her nearly perfect face.
“Hun, I’m going to take this one to the vault? Okay? Hehe” Sophie giggled to Warpath.
Warpath turned his head to look at Sophie as she, er, manhandled the teller with womanly grace. Watching this poor sod nearly piss his pants brought a sadistic smile to the technologically-enhanced villain’s face; not that it could be seen underneath that horrendous visage he wore for a helmet. “Do as you please,” he said in a calm tone, “I’ll wait out here for our friend to arrive.” By “friend,” he of course meant their intended target; Black Wasp, a troublesome vigilante that’s been stalking the streets of Solus City of God-knows-how-long.
They intended to put an end to that sort of behavior today.
Gripping his laser weapon in both hands, the gargantuan man relaxed a bit, calm and collected as per his usual habits when the meek Lester wasn’t in charge of him anymore. Though they were of the same body, Lester and Warpath were entirely different people. He was far more bold, more confident, more willing to do the unspeakable in order to accomplish his goals. He looked away from Sophie, keeping his eyes trained around the perimeter. “Just try not to break him too badly,” he said with a chuckle.
“Please don’t hurt my family” A middle aged man in a bland suit and tie was holding his wife and teenage son is his arms. Where they had huddled was far too uncomfortably close to the supervillain. They were fightful of making any sudden moves for their lives depended on it. Sophie was gone around the corner with an eye catching sway of her hips and clicks of black heels while she hauled off the clerk.
Wapath turned toward the sound of the quavering voice, casting his eyes down upon the pitiful man who pleaded, rather annoyingly as hostages do, not to hurt him or his loved ones. The villain strode over with big, thudding steps, towering over the huddle of whimpering...wimps. Rather unceremoniously, Warpath trained his weapon on the man’s forehead. “Do you know what pain is?” he asked maliciously. “Pain is undue judgement for sins not committed. Pain is witnessing your world crumble before your very eyes with nary a thing you can do to stop it. I doubt you’ve ever known pain…” He trailed off, letting his words sink in as a relative silence permeated over the room. “But I can show you,” he said, slowly edging to barrel of his weapon towards the man’s wife. The teen boy held in father’s hold pissed himself, urine getting on the tile floor under him as he was taken in the red glow of the Warpath’s massive weapon casting its hue over his mom’s face.
The husband screamed, holding his wife tighter, screaming at the gun as if it had a will of its own. As if its red bulbous knobs had more purpose than pursuing death. The wife was hyperventilating while she held her chest, her breaths becoming all the more difficult to take in while the red dawn of death shined on her like a light on the stage.
Crouching down, the villain got face to face with the cowering man. “How valiantly you try to protect your loved ones. I admire that.” Without warning, he snatched the pee-pantsed teen from his father’s tight grip, dragging him to the middle of the floor and forcing him to his knees, the Devastator’s menacing light illuminating the back of his head. “Let’s see how much good it does you,” he said, keeping the boy at the end of his weapon; a surefire method to triggering Black Wasp’s wrath upon her entrance.
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As written by Calcos and MC DC
On the roadways of Solus City
Careening through the streets at speeds only a madman or student driver would manage for so long, the Stinger burned rubber as it wound tightly around corners, its driver focused and unrelenting on the gas pedal, brows furrowed and teeth clenched behind her lips. They say hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and it is precisely that reason why women shouldn’t drive while pissed off. Barreling her way towards Northwestern Bank, Black Wasp was ready to annihilate the thugs currently taking up position inside the establishment. Beside her, her ward and sidekick, Robert “Bobby” Flayson, aka Redwing, sat, appearing with all the aloofness and carefree attitude that he always exhibited, much to her own chagrin.
“This doesn’t make sense,” she said, “It’s not like the South Solus Gang to put all of their eggs into one basket. Usually they try and spread us thin, try to get away with some money…” She trailed off, deep in thought yet still concentrating on the road ahead. Redwing’s eyes darted from the controls and the road ahead to Black Wasp herself as she was speaking. She was right, definitely not the norm for the SSG to all hang around in the same bank. Maybe they decided to throw themselves a party before they were taken to jail. Or were they just dumber? Hm...Black Wasp probably wouldn’t want to hear him say either of those…..
“Mmmm…...Maybe they got tired of losing people and want to take us out in an epic boss fight or something!” He exclaimed with the raising of his finger in, what he thought to be, an epic revolution in his head. “I mean, we stopped a lot of their stuff before...Or maybe we just took out a whole lot of their guys and they have to all stick together so that they won’t lose. Or maybe they have an even more secret weapon? I mean...after all they probably have the money to get one because we couldn’t stop all of the robberies before….” He excitedly rambled with wide gestures every here and there as he looked out the window.
Black Wasp considered his words a moment, unmoving and not responding. It would make sense; she has been a thorn in their side for quite some time, being the leading cause of many of their members’ arrests. If this were a ruse to get her to come out into the open and walk right into a trap, then it wasn’t exactly a bad plan. However, Bobby’s words had some weight behind them, given the SSG’s MO.
She definitely couldn’t rule out the possibility.
“Perhaps,” she said, kicking the vehicle into high gear and drifting around a corner, smoke arising from the tires like ghosts as they grinded asphalt. Like a black bullet it roared, speeding down a roadway a few blocks away from the bank. They couldn’t risk getting within a close proximity of the bank in the Stinger, so they would have to make their final approach on foot, via the rooftops, so as to not be noticed. Whipping the tankish vehicle into a nearby alleyway, Black Wasp killed the engine and disengaged the hatch, a hissing noise filling the cab as the locks depressurised; the sound of a mechanical exhale as the air was released.
Clambering out of the vehicle, the vigilante looked up in the late afternoon sky; it was already getting dark out, a side effect of the late-year seasons. It was almost perfect. “Well take to the rooftops, make our entrance from above. The vents…” she said, although she was sure Robert was more than familiar with this tactic by now.
Was it too predictable? Probably. Maybe. Definitely.
Bobby pumped a fist into the air. “Ninja stealth!” His other hand whipped up with his miniature grapple pistol as though he had it in hand the entire car ride. “Let’s go!” He pulled the trigger and unlatched his seat belt simultaneously. Once he felt it click and lock, the red and black clad kid went soaring up.
Watching her sidekick’s small frame soar through the air, Black Wasp had to keep herself from smiling. “Dammit, Redwing, not so hasty!” she said, procuring her own grappling pistol from its holster on her thigh, ejecting the spool of steel cable attached to the hook with the pull of a trigger. She felt it snag a sturdy place above her, and with a flick of the switch the motor saw her ascending, rapidly, towards the rooftops. Swooping up, she reeled the cable back in, allowing the rush of air to take her cape and cause her to boost upward and over the lip of the roof, ending in a roll as she came to a stop on one knee, all fancy-like, with a fist planted on the concrete beneath her. Slowly, she stood, her eyes scouring the not-so-far-off horizon, ablaze with blue lights and roaring with megaphone-amplified voices.
Bobby, who noticed Black Wasp just kinda crouching there, decided to step back a few steps and commando roll right beside her. Dramatical fashion just the same, he landed kneeled in a similar way, only with his hand over his eyes, as though looking into the far distance. “What are we looking at?” He gingerly whispered as he noticed the blue lights.
She waited, a brief-but-awkward pause in the conversation before addressing Redwing’s question. “Trouble,” she said bluntly. In a flash, she brought her forearm in front of her, tapping at the interface built into her gauntlet with her other hand, procuring a holographic image from the apparatus; the bank’s floor plan. “Let’s review.” The three-dimensional projection hovered above her gauntlet, showing a complete display of the bank’s architectural layout.
“Here’s how we’re gonna do it…”
They made their landing on the bank rooftop, quickly striding over to the ventilation shafts under the cover of dying daylight. Staying out of sight of the public eye, they made their move. Looking down at Bobby, Erica was unsmiling, her heart beating in a calm rhythm. “Ready?” she asked rhetorically. It was now or never.
“Let’s go kick some butt! Or wait….actually I kinda have to pee. Oh well.”
She shook her head, still unsmiling, before descending into the vents.