[h1][center]Necro - Denver Alley[/center][/h1]

[color=#00b200][b]”I'm not telling you my name, and just by the way do you really think the PRT gives a single solitary fuck about people like this piece of shit? Children are dying in the streets, people murdered and mugged every day, people not as lucky as I am. But you want to waste medical supplies on this man; you don't even want to turn him in, are you actually loonie?”[/b][/color]

Necro sighed, he was about to shout something back at the kid but it was going to be no use. A righteous idiot he reminded himself, he came in to help and this situation was turning sour. If trouble came he could raise at least one more goon to help him out. Seeing a dead man stand might even scare the kid off, that was a gamble though and he couldn't be sure of the other guy's disposition. 'Why didnt they understand what he was trying to do?' he thought to himself 'The thugs where not the problem, they had always existed, thats what the police where for' 

the stranger came out into the light "I have to agree with the young spark here, there ain't no point in using the resources to save these common thugs," Bill stated, a light whirring sound emanating from under his poncho, "Unless these are your thugs Mr. Necro. You be trying to buy more time with the whole nice guy act to keep us in place, and all the while more of your shadowy henchmen will gather up upon us and jump us in this here dark alleyway." Necro's heart skipped a beat, 'oh.. Crap' he thought very forcefully. As the stranger spoke he edged his way back, partially obscuring himself behind frank and began running the options. 'I have them outnumbered, and they don't know my abilities' his mind raced, 'i could make a break for it, no, these guys are asking for it. I could get up to 5 zombies if i had to, long odds for them even if they are parahuman.' 

Just then bullets came tearing down the alley, [color=lightcoral]"Damn it!"[/color] Necro shouted, even as several bullets struck the bone armor casting off shards of shattered bone. He held the armor together resealing the cracks, but it taxed his concentration a bit. He slipped fully behind Frank allowing the big boxer to absorb the hail of bullets, that did very little to damage him. Many bullets tore into the man Frank was carrying, killing him as well. [color=lightcoral]"Alright asshole"[/color] Necro muttered, then shouted [color=lightcoral]"Rise!"[/color] while drawing his 9mm.

The dead man with a shattered skull sat bolt upright, letting a glob of brains slop to the alley floor. Without a word Necro issued commands to his zombies, purely a mental link. Frank dropped the now dead goon and charged Arsenal, ignoring the bullets tearing through his flesh. Derron did the same, faster than Frank but a much smaller target. Necro hoped that the two zombies could bring him down while his other zombie tied up the kid. The one leaking brain matter rolled and grabbed at Zack with inhuman strength while Necro leveled his gun at Zach as well.