It had been nearly fifteen minutes now, and IllAdvised still had no sign of Director Stockes or any Harbor Kings for that matter even. In the distance, Glitch had picked up a lone man walking by himself. But he definitely had nothing to do with either Stockes or the Kings, too clean cut and neat.
Suddenly a large black car made it's way onto IllAdvised's radar. This is the car he had been waiting for. Jetting over to an adjacent rooftop, IllAdvised ran along, keeping pace with the car. After about a minute or two of this it stopped, not even a block away from the lone walker. Chuck strongly hoped to himself that a firefight didn't break out, because if that man took a wrong turn he would be in for more than he could handle. The lone man walked along clutching at his necklace, not exactly smart to do around pirates. They'd only want it more seeing him hold it like that. Thankfully, at least for the time being, the man was still out of sight while the Kings were focused on Stockes.
Turning his own focus back to Stockes, IllAdvised watched as the director, well as of tomorrow, former director, got out of his car and walked around to the trunk as a few Kings watched and talked to him. Stockes opened the trunk and pulled out a large dark metal case. Carefully, he pulled the contents of the case open revealing a large laser based gun. The Kings laughed as they greedily took it from Stockes hands. Now it was finally IllAdvised's turn.
Pulling a 'Clipper' from his belt, he threw the boomerang shaped pair of wings at the weapon. Upon impact it released an electric charge that immediately burned out the shoddy circuitry of the prototype. The gang members began to look around frantically for where the weapon had been thrown from. IllAdvised pulled his grapple gun and fired, pulling the thug it caught to the ground head first. The rest of the Thugs were now reaching for their weapons while Stockes ran for his car. Chuck pulled a handful of throwing stars from his belt, releasing them into the tires of Stockes' car. Loading a smoke grenade into his grapple gun, he fired it to the ground releasing a mass of smoke into the air. Using the extra cover, he aimed the grapple gun with his infrared vision to latch onto to Stockes. Then he jumped from the roof boosting himself directly at Stocks.
Anthony John "Tony" Clover, also known in the underworld as the Behemoth, walked down one of New Lilith's many side streets. He had just sent a group of prostitutes into screams of dread as he walked by. His cracked and broken ash color skin was not something they saw everyday. The pelting rain had changed from merely getting wet to a full blown storm. Thunder rocked across New Lilith as lightning lit up the sky, the cracks in Tony's skin glowing a supernatural blue as it did.
Walking up to the doors of the National Standard Bank of New Lilith, Tony took a hold of the great metal doors and pulled back. They snapped off at the hinges as though they were cardboard in his hands. Tony all his life had lived on very little and never had gotten ahead with petty crime during his time running with the Harbor Kings. But they had left him for dead, and so it was time for Tony to take revenge. The only problem was he needed money and lots of it. While not subtle, his resurrected new form had all the means to rob a bank so Tony took advantage of it. Not realizing his stunt had already set off the silent alarm.
Chuck spun around on one heel as he delivered a heavy boot to the face of one thug. Stockes laid tied and gagged in the open trunk of his car as Chuck fought with the remaining Kings. He felt the impact of a bullet in his side, the jacket held but Chuck felt the wind go out of him. There would definitely be a bruise in the morning. He flourished his cape causing the gunman to miscalculate where IllAdvised's body was, and giving the vigilante a chance to fire him grapple gun and pull the handgun from the thug.
"IllAdvised, you have an incoming notification from Daniel Hudson." Glitch's voice rang out inside the sound proofed helm as Chuck blocked a knife, quickly breaking the man's wrist.
"I'm kinda busy right now Glitch, what does he want?" Drawing his tranq gun, Chuck let loose a shot dropping the man just before another shot rang out and took the tranq gun from his hand. He quickly turned and disarmed the other man with his grapple gun again, before blocking a fist. This King knew how to fight, and he at least was giving Chuck a challenge.
"There's a robbery at the National Standard, about seven blocks from here." Going fist for fist and foot to foot. Chuck decided it was time to change the rules. He blocked another punch and redirected another kick before feigning a punch only to turn around and blast the thug with his kinetic glove.
"Heh, works like a charm." Chuck muttered beneath the helm as the thug flew into a brick wall. "Glitch, who owns that bank?" IllAdvised's voice could only be heard inside the mask due to special soundproofing Chuck had installed when he built it. It did have a voice modifier for talking to people though too, as well he could release the face plate for civilians to comfort them.
"It's a Locke Bank." Glitch answered as Chuck engaged with two more gang members. Taking them both down, he used his augmented strength to bring their heads together, a sickening "thud" left them both limp as they slumped to the ground.
"I must warn you, your suit's power is at only 64% now."
"I can stop a bank robber Glitch. Just give me two minutes." Chuck said, as he turned to the last thug who pulled a sawed off shotgun. The spray knocked Chuck off his feet. He gasped for air as the thug turned to run. Crawling onto his knees, he steadied on arm as he threw another Clipper. The man saw the weapon coming and threw his gun at it, pushing himself into a full dead run.
IllAdvised got up, seeing the thug attempting to run. But as he was nearing the end of the alley, the man from before was about to walk by, still rubbing at the necklace around his neck.
"Glitch, I need volume!" Chuck barked as Glitch booted up the helm's voice.
"WATCH OUT!" Chuck yelled towards the well dressed man. The mechanical voice that spilled out of the helm was almost haunting sounding, at the very least it would get his attention. Chuck scrambed to pick up his grappling gun and tranq gun. But before he could aim either, the thug was already atop the man.