“Jeez Volt, this is the dumbest thing you've ever done!” The Lightning-Slinger was starting to seriously consider ending his partnership with Silvertongue, the man just wasn't adding anything constructive to the relationship any more. Fireballs and explosions were starting to get perilously close to the Scotsman now, so close he was pretty sure that his hair had been singed a time or too. Thanks to his super-charged stamina he wasn't going to tire any time soon, but it wouldn't be long till one of those bank-robbing radge's got lucky and managed to tag him. 

He threw himself forward, narrowly dodging a glowing fireball that had his name on it, hitting the ground and rolling to his feet. Disaster struck though, as his foot slipped on an uneven tile, the Lightning-slinger stumbling awkwardly[I]This is it then, a quick blast in the back and it's time to check out. Sorry Daniel, I tried. Lord knows I tried.[/i] The expected blast never hit though. Volt couldn't believe his luck, swinging around to see what had happened to his aggressors. He was just in time to see the b-e-autiful sight of Boomer slugging Burnout across the room. He wasn't quite sure what had happened between the two, but he was damn thankful for whatever it was. His reprieve was short lived though, as Boomer sent a couple more desultory blasts his way, then started glowing yellow. [i]In my experience, glowing villains are bad[/i]

The Lightning-Slinger quickly realised that Boomer was building himself up for an explosion, and if his concussive blasts were anything to go by then this was gonna be one powerful kaboom. Panic 's greasy tendrils nearly grasped Tommy then, his eyes shooting to the door and the one exit. He took one faltering step towards salvation before he managed to catch himself. Yes, he might be able to run, and yes he would probably live, but then he what would happen to everyone still in the bank? Nothing good, he guessed. One death on his conscience was heavy enough weight for him.

Hi-Voltage began to 'fire up' as well, blue arks of lightning crackling around his arms and chest, his eyes turning a bright blue as the power welled up inside of him. He had no time to keep his power in check, he just knew that he had to put Boomer down quick. He raised his arms, taking careful aim at Boomer's centre mass. 

[i]One Shot. Make it count, Tommy-Boy[/i]

He fired. And prayed.