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Good. I'll have a post written in a few hours.
If I don't post or show up for this weekend it's cause I went to see my Dad. If that happens, I'll be back Sunday night or so and can post then.
That should resolve both threads. I also wonder what is on the flash drive.
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Malcolm continued looking around for at least a minute to make sure the freakshow was gone, eventually deciding he was when The Executioner started to notice all the people around them on the street who had apparently been watching and/or panicking. One in a particular, an asian teen, was standing unusually close behind the hulk, filming everything with his phone's camera. When Malcolm noticed him, the beast turned on the spot and roared, "Oi, you! The hell do yah t'ink yer doin?! Get de fuke outta 'ere!" Strangely, the kid wouldn't move. Either he had a deathwish or balls of steel similar in size to Malcolm's, as the Atlas approached, "Are you fucking stupid, kid?"

The teen answered by holding the phone's camera "Stupid? I'm going to be famous for uploading this to YouTube! Quick, what's your name?! Are you a supervillain or a superhero?" Inside his helmet, Malcolm was raising an eyebrow at the teen's confidence, "Kid, there aren't any superheroes or supervillains. That's not how the world works, even if there are these other fucking 'Supers' running around using their abilities recklessly. Give anyone an ounce of power over other people, and you'll be damn certain they're going to take advantage of it eventually." With that said, Malcolm boomed away towards an alley and a sewer entrance, before shouting as he disappeared into the shadows, "And I'm The Executioner of those who take advantage of it."

As he walked in the labyrinthian sewers he had come to know like the back of his hand, Malcolm took the flash drive out of the mag he'd hidden it in, and stared at it as he walked, "Heh heh... Stupid corporate schmucks. I wonder what damning evidence might be on you, missy..."
The second heist might take some time to resolve, desyncing with some characters going forward a bit might be fine.
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"Son, could you be any gayer?" said Malcolm with a bit of a sigh as he countered Black Jack's suggestion, "Look, you don't know what you're looking to steal, and I don't know what I'm supposed to be protecting, nor do I really give a rat's ass what it is. These pansy ass corporate types can piss off for all I care, they're all just criminals in suits. You can open it if you want but whatever's in there is yours if you give me the cut." The Executioner tossed the briefcase to the ground in front of Jack, absent-mindedly scratching at his armored hip while still pointing his shotgun at the man.

"So? We got a deal or what?" Malcolm's 'scratching' had taken the safety off the detonator inside one of his pouches, and then pressed the switch. The C4 in the briefcase exploded with such force that it sent the behemoth flying backwards, skidding along the street. Hopefully that killed that idiot, or at least made him think this was all a trap. Finally, the enormous man came to a rest as Malcolm said loudly, "Fuck, what the hell was in that thing..." Slowly, he got to his feet, patted some of the black dust and metal shrapnel off his chestplate, and looked to see if Jack had survived. That, and whether or not the man was pissed and coming at him.
In any case I think we'd good to wrap up the bank heist, Ocean went back in to Collins, apparently leaving them to get away since he was probably distracted enough by Pheonix's chaos and Collins was K.O.ed.
Five minutes of nausea is not a license to lulstomp the actions and damage that two characters combined have done for fifteen minutes. Anyway, I'm done with this, Betel will probably say something as it is. Seriously consider putting more thought into Ocean's character and limitations, real limitations, especially considering your CS says he can move "a bit of water" or "five gallons of water."
Maybe you would like to point it out, and not the whole inability to stop the exploding cars because he's not "a GOD" of water.

Wow, a little nausea.
I had a lot more to say, but instead, consider this, Collins is putting everything she has into just trying to slow down the vault door and pillar. She can't stop both, or even just one, and she's forced to choose to try to hold them as long as possible to try to save people even when she knows Pheonix is about to knock the shit out of her. Ocean just negates the pillar with "a flick of the hand," like it was nothing.

I'm not asking or telling you to edit your post, we'll probably just leave it as is. I'm asking you to give more thought to your character and his limits, what he can and can not do, what tires him. Moving water requires energy if you want to be very hardcore about it. Energy goes into increasing the water pressure enough in fire hydrants to get them to explode, and so on.
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