Master Bruce
Hillan
Simple Unicycle
Morden Man
Sep
America gazed upwards at the towering skyscraper before her. Bishop Packaging. The place sure looked fancy. Much fancier than America would have expected it to be considering it was a packaging and delivery company, although she shouldn’t really complain. Actually yes she should. If things got difficult here, there would a hell of a lot of collateral damage. America had expected to be throwing out punches in some old run down delivery depot, not a civilian filled office. She sighed slightly, rubbing her temple. Steadying herself, she recovered herself, standing tall once more.
“Let’s do this.”
“And how exactly are we going to do this, Lil’ Miss Patriot?”
America groaned. As helpful as Quentin Quire was, his sarcastic comments were getting annoying. Sarcasm was normally her thing.
“Well it’s your lucky day, Quentin.” She replied coolly, heading towards the revolving door at the foot of the building. “You’re going to be putting those mutant powers to good use!”
“Sweetness.”
A cool burst of air conditioning shot into the two hero’s faces as they calmly entered the foyer. This place literally smelled of money. Looking around at the fancy furniture and technology around the room, America knew for sure that something wasn’t right about this place. No way could a petty delivery company be kitted out like this. Judging by the judgmental look on Quentin’s face, he was thinking the same. After giving each other a short nod, they continued onwards towards the central elevator that stood towards the back of the lobby.
Their journey was soon blocked however by the appearance of two incredibly butch security guards, who place themselves in their way.
Not fazed by their sudden interference, Quentin scoffed quickly before continuing walking. “Move aside gentlemen, Mr Bishop is expecting us.” His hand rose to his head as he spoke, evident that the young teenage was using his telepathic abilities on the two.
They however didn’t seemed to be affected by Quentin’s “persuasion”. The guards didn’t move, which obviously came as a great surprise to Quentin, who kept walking, knocking into them. Stumbling backwards, Quire swore loudly in a bewildered fashion.
“I said stand back!” Quentin said, angrily now, as his fingers shot up to rest on the sides of his head.
The first guard laughed slightly before giving a sly smile to his partner.
“Those jedi mind trick won’t work on us, y’ twerp!” The second guard’s New Jersey accent caused America to fill her head with countless more questions. Psychic defences? Who has psychic defences? Other than her that it. What on earth was going on here? America Chavez furrowed her brow. Questions would have to wait. It was time for plan B.
Charging forward, America flung her fist out in front of her, punching the first guard in the jaw. The blow was strong enough to cause him to reel back in pain, giving the teenager the time to catch the arms of the second guard, whom had tried to grab her. Twisting him around, America pulled him down before kneeing him sharply in the stomach.
Unfortunately, these weren’t the only two guards in the room. Obviously, the commotion caught the attention of everyone else in the foyer. Receptions and simple office interns screamed and ran for cover, while numerous additional security guards readied themselves, approaching the brawl.
Spotting a number of the guards reaching for their weapons, America knew that they were in trouble. Grabbing hold of the first guard, who was currently stumbling about in pain, America span slightly before throwing the man across the room, right into the nearest approaching security guard. America herself followed, taking to the air, with the young hero propelling herself towards her attackers. Slamming one of the men to the ground, she whipped her arm up, knocking a bullet fired at her away with her unbreakable skin. This was easy.
Remembering Quire, she gave the telepath a quick wave from across the room.
“Get in the elevator!” She called, punching yet another oncoming security guard down to the floor. “I’ll meet you up there!”
“Ye..yes miss!” Quentin stammered, before sprinting off towards the elevator.
