[center][h1][color=gray][b]Backup[/b][/color][/h1]
Hero Three [/center]
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Backup was, and she didn't say this lightly, the best freerunner and parkour expert in the world. Nobody was better at it than she was. So as she cracked her knuckles and shoved her way out of the reception area, she turned her attention to the building she had just exited.
It had been a while since she had scaled HERO Three, she realized. 

She hopped onto the overhang over the front door and pulled herself up. Then she hopped to the lowest window sill, climbed to the top of the frame, and used that to leap to the next window. While doing this, she noticed the power went off inside. That immediately set off alarm bells. Backup pulled herself higher and was just beneath the roof. She heard the distinctive chatter of mid-mischief henchmen. Somehow they had missed it- Hero 3 was under attack. Since the fuck when were they so unaware of their surroundings? Maybe they had come to be too over-reliant on that damn robot.

What to do? Whatever they were guarding, she had to turn it off. She thought about calling the British guy, but he was kind of a dick. Plus she wasn’t sure if she could tell him without alerting the people on the roof with her whispers. And what if he was in on it? From the sound of it, there was three, maybe four of them up there. Backup bounded, hand over hand, to the left. The goal was to have the sun at her back, so it would interfere with the vision of the bad guys. 

She heard a noise, and looked down between her legs. Ah! It was Wiseman. Going from the conversation, he was the primary target of this little assassination attempt. She could probably kick all these guys asses before he climbed up here. Look at him. Little window crawling nerd. Haha. 

Backup moved her hands up to the edge of the roof and unhooked a cylindrical stun grenade from her belt. She unhooked the safety pin, the little metal ring falling to bounce of Wiseman’s head. She bounced up, took a quick peak to survey the field, dropped, and then bounced up again to toss her stun grenade and follow with it. It would hit the middle of the group and rattle their skulls, ring their ears and dazzle their vision with a loud flash of light. Backup rolled onto the roof in hot pursuit, breaking out into a sprint. She moved past the helicopter and to the nearest goon, jumping onto his back and riding him knees first to the floor.

She rolled off of him and was back to standing. [color=gray][b]”Surprise, bitch!”[/b][/color] She called out with a grin, heart racing. This is what she lived for! 

The next merc was too stunned to react to Backup’s approach, and with a quick flurry of strikes she sent him spinning away with a kick to the face. The next two, she would be to slow to reach before they recovered and started shooting. In fact, the one on the left was holding the trigger down and cutting a line across the pavement in her general direction already. She reached to her belt and flung out two metallic Bolas, or two heavy metallic, magnetic balls on the end of a string, aiming towards the guns. They wrapped up around the guns and knocked them out of their hands. 

[color=gray][b]”C’mon, let’s fuckin’ party!”[/b][/color] She said, getting into a bouncy fighting stance. She was more than confident in her fighting skills to take on two bad guys at once. She’s a superhero, after all. Taking down henchmen was like, her whole job. 

The senior grunt was pissed at Rodriguez inwardly, like his questioning of the plan had somehow manifested this annoying monocolor girl into existence. “Get her!” He shouted, and they both attempted to rush her, drawing out lethal knives with broad blades.
Backup cleanly sidestepped and grabbed a wrist and pushed hard on the elbow, forcing Rodriguez to body block the other grunt for her as he fell to the ground. Before the leader could swipe she fired her boot out like a piston and smacked into his face. Backup cackled, ducked under a horizontal swipe, and broke into his armor with a painful kidney shot. She fired a straight punch towards the sky that cracked his jaw against the rest of his skull, and sent him defeated to the ground. 

Rodriguez set upon her from the side, slamming the knife towards her. She caught it, the blade going right through her palm and out the back of her hand. Backup wrapped her hand around his and twisted, cracking the bones within. Dark red blood leaking from her hand, she let out a rotten giggle, peering into Rodriguez’s widened eyes. With her other hand she grabbed his collar and kicked out one of his knees. Then she headbutted him once, twice, three times, before retracting and letting Rodriguez have nightmares about her until he woke up. She pulled the knife from her hand and casually flicked some blood away. It would heal up within a half-minute. 

Backup peered over the edge of the roof down at Wiseman. [color=gray][b]”You comin’ or what?”[/b][/color] She asked. She gestured with her hand, sending some more of her blood his way. She stepped away and peered at the helicopter. There didn’t seem to be anyone inside. And what was up with that symbol? She scratched her head, wondering if she could recognize it. To be honest there were so many goons and henchmen all over it was hard to keep them all sorted in her memory. Then she looked at the weird, stupid gadget they were protecting. 

Casually, she kicked it over, and started stepping and stomping on it. Backup liked breaking things. Especially expensive things.