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Current "When you have an unfair system the only thing you have to do in order for that system to be used against you, is to wait."
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Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All of that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.
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Oh sorry. I read the question wrong. 1's actually my social security number.
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The phallic stimulation toy of consequence rarely arrives pre-lubricated.
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I have 3 mottos here in life, really.




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Oh yeah. @Deja Has sadly blown past the time limit by a fair margin and I called in @King Kindred for reinforcement because I figured a Deathstroke-Robin is rarely a bad addition to a team like this.

Welcome to the madhouse, buddy.
Virdeus




As Conor made his way deeper into the bank, the rest followed behind, Julian carried the briefcase in his right hand, phone in the left, monitoring the camera. He saw four of the figures on it, still loading. One of them looked smaller than the other three, while Julian could recall them all four being the same size on the footage he had seen earlier in the Renegeade HQ. A eerie feeling ran down his neck as the ground trembled once the group approached the stairs. Julian turned to Conor who commented on paying them off.

"Good thing I'm not trying to be a hero. I just wanna stop the bad guys." The Luthor said with a smirk, the ground trembled again, this time it didn't seem to come from below them in the vault.

"They're just below here, the vault's are through both gates and then to the left. It's gonna be a tight fit to fight them there. Cece, Red, Dandelion. You'll have to bring your a-game. Vinny, Conor, help them wherever you can. I'll-" He spoke, only for the wall to his right breaking as a 220 CM-tall man who's biceps were the size of Julian's Torso burst through the drywall. He wore a ballistic mask that looked like a hockey mask, clotheslining Cece and Conor, throwing them towards the wall on the other side. Julian with all of his brains and way with words found the most appropriate one.

"Fuck."

There were five bad men in the bank. That's why one of them was a different size.

With haste he put his phone back into his pocket, lifting the briefcase up, a previously invisible panel lit up once Julian's gloved hand touched the briefcase, and out popped the handle of something. Lifting his hand from the scanner, Julian pulled the handle, revealing a .45 colt handgun. No tricks, no gimmicks, no billion dollar investment or alien technology. Just cold steel. He aimed at the man's back and fired three rounds. He was stunned, the bullets penetrating his skin but getting no further than half an inch before his dense muscle mass prevented more serious injury. All it did was piss him off, as he turned on Julian, Red, Eilidh and Dandelion. He rampaged towards Julian who fired more rounds - the hulking man protecting his body with his forearm, each bullet leaving him with a small, bleeding wound. Julian's gun clicked empty and was thrown aside, Julian barely having the time to pull up the suitcase as the punch came in, using the suitcase as a shield he was thrown across the room, a solid ten meters sliding on the floor.

'You'll never need kinetic shielding in a suitcase, Mr. Luthor.' Julian mocked the RnD people at Lexcorp - talking to his 'father'. A memory that wasn't his. Julian had never been to Lexcorp's RnD. This suitcase wasn't his own design. He might've been given a concussion, but it also might have set the ball in motion for him to uncover something. Julian began recovering as the rest of his recruits began attacking the lone beast - the Genius barely taking the time to consider the fact that there's four more of them down there.

One solution at a time, Julian.
@Sep Mostly just interested in the area we've teleported to. We're in the bank, but where, the lobby? If the power's out, are the lights and stuff off? How do we get downstairs if that's where the action is? What's the layout like down there?


I imagined we teleported into the lobby, there's a staircase leading down to the vault area to our side. There will be small emergency lights on, but nothing more. The vault has a set of gates, another set of gates, security boxes in one vault and then two vaults for money (And secrit STAR tech.)

So, what, do we just attack now?


Sure! Take some liberties with attacking. I'll have Julian actually quarterback once I see what you guys decide to do, and I figure it makes sense he wouldn't be spouting orders like a _real_ leader in the first mission, anyway. Kid's got anxiety.

Virdeus




Everyone were in their positions, ready to deploy onto the mission - except in the last second, Johnny raised his hand up into the air and held his hand in front of his mouth, before running away from the scene. Apparently, the fish tacos he had had for dinner last night weren't sitting right with him. Julian whistled, loudly.

"Buddy, when you're done putting your insides on the outside, you can fly and meet us!" The ginger-leader of the Renegades yelled, before turning his focus back to the crew of young heroes. None of them seemed all too excited. Though, some of them had this steely eyed look. One that filled Julian himself with confidence. He pulled up his phone and the entire system of the teleporter began whirring.

"Mr. Rune, hit it." He commanded from his partner on this project, as the Irishman stomped his foot, all of the runes lit up and in a moment, every single person were swallowed up by a purple hole and dropped into their designated areas. Julian, in the bank. Quickly, he looked at his teammates. They were all there - none of them fused together or stuck inside of a wall or anything.

"Holy shit! Conor! It worked!" he exclaimed, lacking his usual composure.



The bank was quiet, if not for the banging noise heard from down the stairs, a floor under the newly-teleported Renegades.
Julian pulled out his phone and tapped his glasses, they began lighting up as he used the phone to see electrical currents in the building and could therefor figure out where the Vault was as well as any security systems. The power was cut off. Fantastic. His glasses would track the heat signatures. Four men standing up, with unusually high body temperatures - 45 degrees Celsius.

"There's four of them. All stuck together." As well as a fifth one, sitting on the floor next to some cold structure, probably the captured Booster Gold. He was alive, but his breathing was slow. Julian walked to one of the panels on the wall, it lead into the electrical main of the building. He plugged his phone and and managed to bring the security camera back to life, showing the image on his phone. His glasses would analyze the scene.

"They've put the money on carts... 9 and a half million dollars. Guys. Maybe we won't have to fight. I'll just walk up to them and pay them double that to go away. And I'll track the wire and sick the League on them at a later time." Julian formulated his plan, looking over at them with a smirk. Had he already managed to win this one? He continued looking, only to realize there was a second object of these burgulars desire. His glasess read "S.T.A.R PROTOTYPE; Estimated Value 406M USD"

Optimism, gone.
"... Okay, so maybe we do have to fight after all."

Compassion
I've spent the night consuming Grown-Up Juice so post is delayed for another 12 hours.

Hang on folks <3
A quick Dandypost to keep things a-movin'.

This is generally what Dandy had to say to you all:



"Who's a good little fleshmonster. Yes you are, you are a good little fleshmonster."

Is the roster still closed then?


For now.
I'll just hang on for the action to start I reckon and jump back in.

Feeling very attacked by this mind, @Hillan

<Snipped quote>

YES. WE ARE.



OH NO I DIDN'T EVEN REALIZE.

JULIAN'S THE WORST.
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