Superheroes vs Supervillains IC
There's nothing to illuminate the dark of night but the neon signs on the tallest buildings in Burton. Some flicker, some lights are out, some flash multiple different colors, but all the same it's not much to light up a metropolis. The sprawling bridges and tunnels with constant traffic streams up and down them, the orange streetlights guiding them along their path and yet they still kept their headlights on, the high beams stretching out a few feet in front of them. And even this was not much light with which to brighten a metropolis like Burton. Indeed, there were still plenty of shadows to hide among.
A man in a grey business suit whipped around to look behind him as he sidled down Fredrick Street at Martin Avenue. He had to make it to the Lamont Hotel on Mint Street without attracting too much attention but he couldn't shake the feeling that someone... was watching him. His eyes scanned the street along the rain slicked pavement, over to the cars parked on the right hand side, then the left. Feeling a bit more reassured, he turned back around, clutching his briefcase under his armpit as though he were guarding something inside it.
He rounded the bend where speeding traffic whipped past him and gusted litter around his feet. Some of the tallest department stores, imperial business buildings and most successful hotels in Grimmings were on Mint St, although Crown Boulevard and Main Street were even more impressive. The hotel was three buildings down from there and he ducked into it quickly. He went inside and strode straight toward the elevator.
"Excuse me, sir?" the bellboy at the desk called out, emerging from his post and chasing after him. "Sir, what's your room number? Sir?"
The man ignored him, shoving him gruffly as he came within arms reach before pushing the down button on the elevator which opened immediately, permitting him to step inside. He pressed the B button as the doors closed over the shocked face of the bellboy who looked up from where he was sprawled on the floor, the faces of onlookers equally appalled.
When the doors opened to reveal the dark basement, the man strode out into the room. Quickly his eyes scanned doorway after door way, the contents of which were inscribed on the glass of each door. "Powerboxes" "Plumbing" "Janitorial Closet" ah, there it was, the "Boiler Room." He opened the door, which he was surprised to find luckily unlocked and slipped inside. He instantly saw what he had hoped to find -- the room was full of large boilers full of gas, fueling the entire hotel. He got to the center of the room and got down on his knees. He put the briefcase in front of him and flipped it open. Inside was a complex unit. He pressed a couple buttons on it and a countdown of T - 30 seconds appeared on the timer.
"Well well, what do we have here, Mr. Johnson?" came a voice from the shadows.
"Huh?" the man responded, lifting his face to stare into the darkness for the first time. He hadn't noticed two eyes staring out at him, glowing impressively with night vision.
"You aren't trying to steal my act are you?" the possessor of these eyes asked as they flared.
"Wh-who's there? What do you want?" he demanded, backing toward the door, preparing to make a run for it.
"That's hardly of any importance, is it, Mr. Johnson." the shadow asked as it strode forward, revealing itself to be a slim and shapely female. "It would be far more prudent to ask, 'What am I going to do?'" Suddenly the shadow launched itself forward, grabbing Mr. Johnson by his jacket collar in one fist, the handle of the suitcase in the other. Before he could do anything, she jerked him out of the boiler room and sprinted over to the elevator. She shoved Mr. Johnson inside and stuffed the suitcase in with him. "Going up?" she asked. The timer beeping as it hit T - 14 seconds. Then she promptly pressed the buttons for all the top floors. Then she pressed the "doors close" button and put a strange small device on the "doors open" button. She slipped out just as the doors were closing, as elegantly as smoke and the doors closed on Mr. Johnson.
Frantically he banged against the door and then turned over to the "doors open" button. The timer was at T - 10 seconds. He jammed his finger into the "doors open" button -- immediately setting off the small explosive device the shadow had locked onto it and exacting his own demise 9 seconds sooner than he had to.
In the front lobby, a loud bang was heard that shook the very foundation of the sky-scraper. Everyone turned toward the elevator which was making a loud squealing sound. The doors opened and nothing but a charred skeleton stood there, clutching a blackened suitcase.