Gunshots echoed in a solid concrete building. Targets were arranged at various distances, one target fifty feet away being the one hit during the gunfire. The bullet spread was sporadic, but most of the shots at least would have hit the body. It was being fired with a handgun. By a fourteen year old.
"Good, good, you're aiming for center of mass. Remember; headshots are for show. What matters is making every bullet count, don't leave it to chance or probability. I think that is good enough for today." The young boy emptied his magazine on path target as it moved closer towards the two figures. The adult with the youngster complimented the child on his consistency; only one bullet off the mark.
"Now you now how to deal with those bullies. When you have the money, come see me for rifle training. That way you can deal with the cops who'd be after you." The adult said half jokingly as he patted the kid, putting his gun away into it's case.
"Now, do you remember how you're going to deal with these kids?" The child nodded his head. "Go after them at their homes. Don't make another school shooting and no one would care." Dominick left the shooting range as he watched the boy ride off on his bike. The child has been picked on by bullies at his school for reasons that only make sense to ignorant children, and seeing that teachers can't help for reasons that only make sense to school teachers, Dominick has taken it upon himself to teach the child how to fend for himself and deal with his bully problems. Extreme perhaps, but sometimes people only react to extreme situations. Maybe now they'd take these things more seriously now that the child has.
"He'd make a good hitman when he grows up." Dominick went over to his car, a fairly dinged up sedan, and drove off home. He needed to pick up some things and visit his mother.
His
house had a wonder flower garden in it's front yard, though the house itself was part moss by now. He has come by and offered to clean it out, but his mother liked it the way it was. Perhaps she simply thought that she shouldn't need to waste her son's time taking care of her, given that it's already his little sister's full time job.
"Hello mother. How are you today?" Dominick walked into the house and met with a little wheel-chair bound woman. That would be his mother. Soon a young teenage girl came in with a tray of tea for the three of them, and they sat and chatted for a little while. Dominick told them a little bit about work. Or rather, the family business; Dominick's actual work was a secrete from the family. His mother simply thinks that he works with his brother at the landfill. Better that she remains thinking like that.
"So how's dad?" The conversation became somber. The mother was quiet, while Dominick's little sister simply told him that their father was asleep right now. He didn't press for any more questions. Soon he made his excuses and left, leaving some money behind for his mother and sister.
"Time to get to work..." Dominick parked his dingy car in the parking lot of a gas station. His personal favorite hangout, which also served as the base of operation for a drug dealer/meth producer. A friend of his. But Dominick wasn't into the drug trade; right now he had to plan some heists, and a revenge scheme. He took out his phone and made a call.
"Are you guys there? The party is going to start soon. Make sure make all the stops and don't forget; leave no one behind. Just keep a gift bag ready for when the local toughs show up, which they inevitably will. If you get caught up with them, just tag along. No point riding solo. Any questions? Alright. Get ready in ten minutes."On the far opposite side of town, a group of armed thugs were getting ready to shoot up a store. It was a charity center for homeless and orphans, or at least that's the cover. In truth it's a money launderer ran by some yakuza types. That being said, they did also run as an actual charity for the homeless and orphans; supposedly they're trying to go for some sort of modern Robin Hood, steal from the rich and give to the poor. But just because they steal from the rich, doesn't mean they steal from evil. This store made the bad decision of robbing a friend of Dominick's, and even had the audacity to sell those stolen goods. Dominick's friend is just a jewelry shop owner, and while he may do fairly well for himself and he can get his products at the price of what is a steal, he runs a legitimate business and his goods are lawfully obtained. His only connection to crime is being chums with Dominick and his friends of criminals.
Cops couldn't touch them because they lacked evidence to convict them, but that didn't surprise Dominick. Police and law enforcement were incompetent or corrupted here; that's why the Titans have a base here, since surely they know that only they can actually do something about the criminals in the city. And while Dominick finds the local law laughable at best, he knows that the Titans would prove to be the biggest threat. He hopes that they live up to their no kill-policy; he instructed the thugs to surrender to the titans should they get cornered instead of going out swinging. They aren't much use to Dominick dead. Besides that, he only wants to kill those at the charity store; while he expects some outside casualties, he doesn't want them. Professionalism and all that.
When ten minutes were up, a gang of ten armed men burst into the store. One man took his M4A1 and fired into the ceiling to clear out the customers. Shortly afterwords a fire fight broke out between the thugs and the yakuza group. While the Yakuza was greater in number out numbering Dominick's thugs 3-to-1, Dominick's thugs were well trained and equipped. The yakuza's small arms fire did little against the thugs ceramic armored plates. It'll take them maybe about thirty minutes to kill everyone if things go smoothly, afterwards they'd take back the stolen goods and try to clear out before the Titans arrive.
At the same time, Dominick was standing at a fairground. A robotics fair ground; today various robotics companies from around the world would be here to show off their machines. But behind closed doors, there was one thing Dominick wanted in particular; a highly advance set of robots prosthesis. They could increase the strength of a man ten fold, and could even allow a crippled man to move with more grace and agility than an antelope. Best of all was that it was sleek and compact; you could wear it under your clothes with none the wiser. Dominick wanted that, not for himself, but for his mother. Though he wouldn't minding having a few for himself too, along with anything else he could steal from this place. He entered the fairground as seemingly just another viewer, but than he slipped off somewhere where he couldn't be seen and put on a white mask. Than Dominick vanished, and in his place there was only Dark matter.
As the gang of thugs would shoot up a charity store on the opposite side of town, Dark Matter would stealthy steal some of the interesting robots and machines from the fair, exiting before anyone could even figure out how much things were taken. At least that's the plan. Not everything goes perfectly, but Dark Matter was ready to handle problems as they come.
