[b]Zeta - The Bank[/b]

It didn't take long for the police to hear about Burnout's attack, especially in this day and age where news and information travelled almost as fast as light. Soon, the blaring of sirens filled the air as the Special Crimes Unit mobilized, a squad of officers specially equipped to deal with superpowered criminals marching out of an armoured van. And at the head of the group was the Greenfield Police Force's resident superhero, already clad in their instantly recognizable purple armour.

It was a good thing Zeta had already equipped their armour, really, seeing how a fight had already broken out. Rushing inside, the robot immediately recognized the gauntleted girl; whilst they had never actually met before, Blast Girl had been making a name for herself lately, and Zeta had seen her picture a few times in the news. As for the other girl, though... Despite her appearance, the zombie seemed to be on Blast Girl's side, so logic dictated that she was most likely another ally of justice. Neither of them had seemed to notice the cybernetic hero behind them yet, but that would be remedied rather soon...

"Stand down or I shall be authorized to use force!" Zeta's voice intoned, firing the Zeta Buster at a couple of Burnout's cronies who were dumb enough to try and attack an armoured robot; the guards own shots had bounced pitifully off the armour as if they were simply small hailstones. The bursts from Zeta's arm cannon sent them flying past Blast Girl and the zombie, crashing against the wall, knocking the creeps out. Not that Zeta could do anything more than that; after all, Zeta was bound by both the three laws of robotics and their primary commandments to serve the public trust, protect the innocent and uphold the law. These men would go through the system like everyone else, and they would answer to the law.

"This is your first and only warning! Any resistance [i]will[/i] be held against you! Come quietly or face justice at our hands!" Zeta's armoured head turned towards the two superheroines, bobbing in what could only be assumed to be a nod. "Please be careful. Burnout may not seem like much, but he can be exceptionally dangerous when cornered."