The Last Days of Wonder - Metropolis

Summary:
January 11, 2015: Metropolis suffers an attack to their electric grid.

Metropolis

The Big Apricot


Characters

NPCs

  • Nick Fury
  • Ulysses Hayes
  • President Pershing

Mood Music:
Glow Worm - The Handsome Family and Harrisburg by Josh Ritter


THE LAST DAYS OF WONDER

The day the power of love overrules the love of power, there will be peace. — Gandhi.

2013

The black SUV motors along a lonely desert highway in New Mexico, careening toward a pillar of black smoke rising into the orange hued sky. By the time the truck enters the gravel driveway we can tell that it is, in fact, a small clinic of some sort that is ablaze.

Smoking a cigarette, a man seated in a wheelchair rolls out towards the vehicle. He looks to be in his early 40s, with fading almond colored hair and a few days of stubble upon his face.

As the door closes on the trunk — the driver has put the wheelchair in the back of the SUV—he looks to the man sitting in the passenger seat; the latter looks worried and perhaps a little concerned for anyone still in that building.

"Harkins? Did I ever tell you my story about the chickadee?"

"No boss," Harkins shakes his head, unable to take his eyes from the burning building, even as the driver returns and the SUV begins to make its way back to the highway.

"I was a boy at the time. Maybe 10." The man in the back seat lowers the window and lights another of his cigarettes. He exhales and his eyes trail out towards the rocks and sand in the foreground and the mountains in the background. "My uncle had some land and decided to bring me out to learn how to shoot a bb gun. "Don't shoot anything but crows," he said, reasoning that crows were scavengers and lower on the totem pole than other birds like robins or sparrows. There was a hierarchy of what we could kill and what we couldn't and that hierarchy was based on the most recent repast."

He takes a deep inhale of his cigarette and holds the smoke deep in his lungs, only letting it slip out as he continues to speak.

"I didn't see shit for crows, to be honest. I didn't see shit for anything except for a cute little chickadee. Black and white head, looked almost fluffy. Damn gorgeous tiny thing." He spits out the final word as the rest of the smoke billows out and he can't help but chuckle. "So I went down to one knee, got the bird in my sight. I exhaled, squeezed the trigger slow, just like my uncle taught me. And when the first bb hit, you should have seen the look on my uncle. Incredulity is the only way to describe it. He didn't even know what to say at first as the bird sat there, squirming, grasping to what little life it had left in it."

"Finish it, he said."

"And I did. And when I pulled the trigger," he takes another deep drag from the cigarette before flicking it out the window. "That was the last time I felt remorse."

*

NEW YORK CITY

A family smiles and poses for a picture in Central Park, but after they're finished, the mother and two children go to get the cellphone from the stranger, while the father empties out a bag of something onto the grass near the tree.

A few hundred feet away, a pair of kissy-facers are busy being romantic, but after a timely kiss, the woman leans over behind the park bench they sit upon and empties something into the grass behind them.

METROPOLIS

A pair of men wearing large backpacks tread the trail towards the Metropolis Power Company, the leading power plant in clean energy in the world. One of them produces a tin-schnipps from his pocket and begins to cut a hole into the side of the fence.

GOTHAM CITY

A half dozen boats head towards the Robert H. Kane Memorial bridge. Conspicuous because their lights are off, they remain unseen as they pull closer toward the rocky embankments that hold the braces of the giant bridge above as the traffic jam lies above

*

TONIGHT

SHIELD, the Federal Government, the NSA, CIA, and Homeland Security all begin to investigate a strange viral video on youtube where a man with thinning hair is speaking bizarrely into the camera. G-men hackers begin working feverishly to trace the post.

NEW YORK
Almost before anyone can bat an eye, nearly all of Central Park is in flames. Thousands of people are inside, stranded, as the historic civic space is blazing. Those that are close enough run to the exits and out on the streets, several of the victims on fire themselves, as the emergency vehicles can already be heard in the distance.

GOTHAM CITY

Four loud explosions happen simultaneously on the busiest bridge at the busiest time of day. The blasts look like blinding white fireworks, just before quadruple fireballs take the bridge. Within a few seconds, the first part of the bridge gives way, spilling a plethora of cars down into the river. The angry sound of breaking metal ripping away from itself becomes a cacophony and this is about to get really, really bad.

METROPOLIS

A dozen explosions ring out in the western part of the city and immediately all the power in the city goes out. If it were one or two major explosions, that would make some sense. But given that there are between 6-8, that's sort of concerning. Everything stops: America's most lighted city goes dark. The public transportation, electric trains, stop. The only thing keeping the people in hospitals alive is backup power, and there's a feeling that things are about to get a lot worse.

Metropolis was a change of pace when it came to New York. Everything was sunny, children were laughing and playing, skipping about and having a dandy ol' time amongst the reckage and the terror that could happen at any second. Shayera prefered it this way, at least she could see faces that smile and not bother with the angry bums or the back alleys that smelled like pee. There was nothing that she picked up on her scans and radars, but.. the usual calm before the storm had her drop into her full Nth regalia, keeping flight high above ground, Nth metal rod within her hands, favoring that today over the mace that she wields.

Aerials were performed, metal covered wings at an arc, the world was just a backdrop for her until the lights go out. The lights went out. Almost all over Metropolis? The explosions draw her to a stand still, staff held true, gaze going towards where there is only a little light left. One of the hospitals. She immediately turns and cracks thunder into that direction, only landing once she's close to solid ground with a quick hop and a skid.

Up in the sky, it may not be quite an adopted hometown, but there's something to the majestic lines and brutalist predominance of skyscrapers that seems kind of comforting while Overgirl is patrolling. It's technically more of a sight-seeing as she tries to restrict intervention while adjusting to all these weird, strange differences; and some stiffly worded advice to consider better PR or to curtail these kind of activities until after she's finished going over her naturalization paperwork is kept in mind. But explosions! And lots of them! The severity of the incident as well as the sudden, overwhelming blackout doesn't leave Overgirl a lot of room to remain a bystander; her flight path veers already and abruptly, moving towards the estimated epicenter of the explosive charges at a tempo roughly on par with a speeding bullet, slowed somewhat as Overgirl scans below for immediate crisis that need intervention.

John Jones sits quietly in a small diner nursing a cup of coffee and reading the evening paper which has been folded upon the table.

"Anything else, hon?" The waitress asks with a look to the cup which has barely been touched since it was last filled.

"Actually" John says distractedly a brief pause punctuating their exchange as he finishes the sentence he was on, "You don't have any Oreo ca—."

The lights die and for a half-moment everything is still before the sounds of the concussive blasts reach them in a terrifying crescendo. When the waitress looks back to the booth the man is gone and five bucks are tucked beneath the coffee mug.

"Sonuva—!" Benjamin Grimm exclaims as a Metropolitan movie theater goes black around him. There are murmurs of confusion and discontent bubbling everywhere in the darkness, but none of them are quite as put off as the man who had to reserve the one available quarter ton rock monster-compatible seat weeks in advance. As he sets his half-empty beer aside, he fetches a specially made phone from his coat pocket and starts pecking at to see if he's missed any calls.

"Hey, usher!" he hollers, meanwhile. "We got any ETA on gettin' this show goin' again? Some of us've got— "

— a dozen explosions in Metropolis to deal with, apparently; it's all over his news feeds.

"Awright," he declares as he pops out of his seat and starts tromping towards the nearest exit. "All'a you, sit tight; no panickin'! Uncle Grimm's gonna figure out who's butt he's gotta kick t' see the rest'a old man Neeson's fancy-pants skills!"

Since he has precisely zero idea of where to actually start, the first thing he does is try to call the Baxter building to see if anyone(or anything) can tell him what's going on; the next is veering towards the nearest train station so that he can start looking for collisions or other disruptions that emergency services might not be able to handle on their own.

THIS MORNING

The youtube video is everywhere. It depicts a man seated, looking deep into the camera with the haze of cigarette smoke all around him. He seems calm, even if his words are crazed.

"Hello," he says cheerfully. "By the time you watch this you may or may not have witnessed the news of the day. I take credit, or blame, whichever term you prefer to use. In any event, this is not a warning. This is not a bargaining chip. What I do today is simply a throwing down of the gauntlet, it is for me to show you your place in society and my place in society. This is just the beginning. This is just the start. You'll feel comfortable again, maybe after tonight. Maybe next week, or maybe next year. It's unavoidable. Your nature is for sloth, which is why you are fit to be ruled. You'll never see it coming."

*

"I think I got it," some no-name SHIELD computer technician says. "Georgetown, Maryland It's a small building—Borne Chemical Plant. It hasn't been in operation in 30 years."

Nick Fury leans over the shoulder of the young man; his one visible eyeball looks like it's about to explode.

"Get everyone out there. Justice League, SHIELD, SRD… Everyone! Now, goddam it!"

"Many of our operatives are in Gotham, sir!"

"Dammit, get anyone you can and get them there now!"

"I recommend air dropping a solution on New York to put out the fire, General," Reed Richards stands, having ironically been at the Triskelion to provide his assistance as an advisor. "I've also got a man in Metropolis, I can discuss the power outage with."

*

NOW

GOTHAM

By the time that Bobbi gets there, it's damn near pandamonium. There's blood everywhere, and body parts everywhere as well. From her vantage point she can see people down in the water who fell, struggling to get out of their cars. In front of her there's a child holding onto one of the bent girders, whom she rescues with some quick thinking and a suspension rope.

As Clint approaches, he can see tons of bodies in the water, some dead but many alive as the drop was not that terribly far. On the bridge it's just crazy, people clawing at each other trying to get off and save themselves, the human nature really beginning to show.

Oracle sees a crap ton of commotion by personnel services, naturally. Her hacks into the government sources show almost all government agencies are active; going nuts really. She is one of the few who are also able to see that there are three simultaneous attacks going on at the same time; likely not a coincidence.

Despite getting across the bridge with no wear and tear, Quicksilver's use of powers show him to be a heroic threat. So, as with the others, people begin firing at him from the sides of the river.

NEW YORK
Ronnie and Kim can see the flames growing higher and higher like the scary part of a U2 song. Luckily, there's a good alleyway nearby for changing.

Likewise, the coffee shop that Vorpal enters happens to have a very frightened person who was on the pot, but they seem to run away quickly, giving the young magic-man some privacy to do his changing. Gar, meanwhile, is able to get up into the air without too much difficulty. Certainly the burns are hurtful, but he's alive. However, after he gets up and out of the flames, he begins to take fire from snipers located in assorted high rises on either side of the park.

As Kim and Tider make their way in, suddenly they begin taking fire. It's not clear where the shots are coming from. There are some coming from high above, likely from snipers in the windows. Others are coming from the ground level as if they thought heroes would be rushing to the scene.

When this is all over, there will be a handful of people who tell their grandkids that they were saved by Iron Fist, whose heroics led them out of the burning hell of Central Park. But we're a long way from that because he begins taking sniper shots from above.

METROPOLIS

Shayera sees the ghostly images of the hospital. There are lights, certainly, but not enough to keep things going. And, no doubt, plenty of doctors were performing surgery during the attack. Inside, people rush around frantically, trying to get everything together.

Meanwhile, as Overgirl flies over the power plant, she suddenly becomes the object of machine gun fire. After a few moments, there's even a surface to air missile that comes her way!!!

Depending on where John ends up, he will see different things. We'll have to keep an eye on him.

"Ben, it's Reed," says Richards as he intercepts Grimm's call. "You'll want to get to the power plant right away. I'm coming in the Fantasticar, but I'll be slow. There won't be any public transportationeverything in Metropolis is electric. Better take a cab" Reed stops as he hears something come across the newswire, "Ben, people are taking fire as they come close to the power plant. It's clobberin' time."

Quiet heroics are best. Many people may not react well to a winged alien attempting to-.. wait. Scratch that.

The dimmed lights were bad; hospitals were usually the central point of safety. When there's a freeze, hospitals would be the first many to go to for their lack of power or warmth. And children! Shayera loves children. They come first, almost always.

There was really no time to think. She takes off in a half run and fly around the entire building of the Hospital, her Nth' rod buzzing and brimming with life, preparing for a charge strong enough that just may overpower her suit and shock her to the very core. Thankfully, the gloves that she wears are a natural deterrant, but only that could keep for so long.

The fence that surrounds the outdoor power unit was ripped asunder, staff end pounded into the lock to break open the metal doors. Caution, they say. But a risk will be taken as the electricity within the staff fires to light and life, which is soon pressed to the many wires within. Heres to hoping she did that right; if so, the hospital will have a leg to stand on and a pot to piss in as she takes off into the air, searching for more problem areas that she could quickly assist with.

No stranger to rocketry, Overgirl's pretty well concerned with the hail of gunfire first of all in trying to put a fix on where it's coming from - it's not having a telling effect when some of those bullets connect but it's going to be good to know these things. But the missile takes precedence quickly, with her flight pattern juking to drag any kind of guidance further off track and away from carrying it back towards the city or towards the plant itself.
Then the risky part comes in taking care of the verdamnt thing; her speed drops from trying to outpace it into evading it, to let the missile overshoot her as a target. Before it actually goes past her and has a chance to ruin someone else's day though, one hand shoots out to hook into the stabilizers at the tail of it, fingers dimpling in to drag the thing to a halt. A quick look around the area where the machinegun fire came from against where the missile may also have originated, and then she tucks the missile closer to her.
These things are expensive. So she'll be a good heroine and bring it back, safe and sound for them. Maybe as a bargaining chip in learning why there's gunfire and explosives being sent her way as well as into city infrastructure.

"Stretch!" Thing exclaims into his phone as he swiftly stomps alongside a section of train tracks. "Finally! It's friggin' anarchy over here!"

He gradually slows as Reed explains the situation. When cabs are mentioned, his swivels around, and as soon as he spots one he hollers, "Hey! Over here, buddy!" and thrusts his stone-coated mit into the air to flag it down, all as Reed continues to speak. "About ta hea— woah, woah!" Ben's eyes widen as he stares incredulously at the phone. "C'mon, Stretch— you gotta have a million lines'a your own rattlin' around that dome'a yours! Some'a us got brands t' protect over here."

At least the cabbie he's waving at opts to pull over and let him in instead of just speeding home to make sure her stuff is okay. The back of the vehicle creaks and sags ominously as Ben clibs inside, but he's able to slam the door shut and shout, "Power plant!" to the driver while plucking a crumpled fiver from the inside of his trenchcoat and tossing it up front. "Step on it! Lives hangin' in the balance an all'a that jazz!" Beat. "Please," he tacks on, along with another single.

It might take a few minutes to reach the power plant, but the Thingmobile speeds towards it as quickly as the laws of ferrying a superhero to the site of a disaster allow. Which is, thanks to Ben's loud insistence/occasional money flurries, pretty goddamned quick.

METROPOLIS

"General fury, this is Mr. Fantastic," Reed says as he's flying southward as fast as possible. "I'm not sure how it happened, but the major hospital in Metropolis just had a charge sent through it. My readouts are showing it should be good for another 18 hours now. I can't even hypothesize how it happened."

"Be that as it may, Richards, I'm going to need you and anyone else that can get there down in Georgetown, Delaware right away. I'll send you the coordinates. Whoever did this, well, we think he might still be there.

Elsewhere in Metropolis, Hawkgirl will notice a 10 car pileup at an intersection not far from the hospital. There is one dead, and 6 extremely wounded and who need immediate help. Including one child.

By the time Overgirl arrives at the power plant, she can see half a dozen men milling about with assault rifles (powers rock). As of yet they are not aware of her presence. They look practiced though, as if they have done this plenty of times.

Conspicuousness was never really Ben's thing, and by the time he's paid the cabbie and gotten to the entrance, he begins taking fire. The bullets ping all over, but have little to no effect on the beefy ex-footballer. "Ben, I'm headed to Georgetown. Give me updates from the ground over there if you would," Reed says into his com as the Fantasticar soars over land now and towards the city in question.

NEW YORK

Eventide rushes into the crossfire, at home in her element of warfare. As things begin to slow down for her, she'll begin to notice them. Men strategically placed between 10 and 13 stories up on the East sides, and presumably, the West sides across the park. They look like they're trying to clip any heroes coming in. Or out.

Vorpal's efforts go a long way into dousing the flames over the park. Although the area is wide, he's able to dampen down quite a bit of it and give people trying to escape a better chance of doing so. Still, those damn snipers.
Velocity Dashes thrown newspaper stand is not in vain! Surely the sniper who was currently aiming up at Gar Logan never saw it coming, so when it smashes into him at high velocity, covering him in the news, there is certainly a pun to be made somewhere. And the whirlwind trick works quite better than the young heroine might have thought originally and with Vorpal's help, the pair start really blanketing the flames out there.

Other snipers get a handful of concern as Gar begins taking them out from the sky. Their bullets are no use! They're being ripped from windows! Their job almost done, many of them begin to run away!

Danny can see them from his stealthy spot. At least some of the remaining ones. Barely two floors up, they don't seem to see him at all. There are three and they are taking pot shots and then reloading up there.

GOTHAM

"Eight?" says a victim who is being aided by Mockingbird, not realizing that Bobbi was talking to Pietro. But before the woman can respond, the car window next to her explodes from an errant shot by a sniper from the cliffs on the south end of the bridge.

The suppressive fire of the snipers begins to lessen a bit as Hawkeye gives them a bit of their own medicine. He's not sure, but he's pretty sure he got three headshots, judging by the way their heads explode like bloodsausages.

"Roger that, Bishop," says one of the SHIELD agents. "We could probably use some of the suspension wire like Mockingbird used." BLAMBLAMBLAM All these conversations seem to end with someone getting shot at.

"Roger, Oracle," says Nick Fury into his compiece. He's heard of Oracle, but hasn't had the luxury. He doesn't have enough time for introductions, "I need you to get people to Georgetown, Delaware right away. Anyone you can funnel there—we need all the help we can get."

As Quicksilver begins tearing through the scene, onlookers will see the bridge become more and more sparsely populated. The bullets? Ha. They are pretty much slow mo to Pietro (that rhymes kinda), and the shift of the concern is for those down in the water.

+MEET: Diana Prince has arrived via +meet.

Saving people; doing things. Somewhat the family business, at least she'd like to start one if she ever got back home. Metropolis was a pure shit show, lights were out, and there was a 10 car pile-up that she immediately swooped down towards. No weapon in hand just yet, only a land upon the roof of the dead.. and a quick hopdown and a cringe at memories past. She tries to make quick work, separating the cars from one another, pulling people out very carefully, hoping to not aggrivate injuries. And there.. right there in the cusp of the damage.. was a child.

Oh how her heart doth breaketh! Or something like that.

The child was hoisted upon her back, in between the metal blades for protection, soft coos as if she/he were a baby bird, and clear instructions to hold on tight. A heavy hand smacks against her chest as she places a call.. "Diana. I cannot do this alone. There are injured here who need attention." And that was that.

"Hold on, little one.. I will get you to safety." And that dude over there. The bone stuck from his knee, and he cried as if he begged for his mother. He was scooped up, two arms beneath, and flown slowly towards the hospital. Safety first.

It seems fairly cut and dried on Overgirl's approach; touching down with a slight ruffle of cape, a pinch-and-twist detaches the warhead from the anti-air missile. This is dropped off to the side as she hefts the remaining body of it in her hands; casing, stabilizer, propellant and exhaust. Kind of hefty, which brings to mind an ieda immediately.
"Fang!*" Hefting the inert missile towards one of the riflemen sideways to catch him across the shoulders, the force and heft there knocks him over in short order. It's a toss made on the near-run, approaching the group quickly and in ground-eating strides with her boots clacking against the ground quite impressively. One (carefully adjusted) punch sturms the drang out of a gunman while her attention is already moving to the next, her eyes heating up in intensity and then just plain heating up to boil the rifle he's swinging around towards her.
The gun taken care of, she grabs the man by the lapels and yanks him on up off the ground with a hard shake. More of a bone-rattling than spine-shattering amount of force, to get the attention on her. Steely gaze, resolute frown, just ignore the pigtails for intimidation's sake. "Who is behind this?! I haff ways of making you talk, ja?"
(German for "Catch," first appearance 'Overgirl vs The Dread Sox!')

"Awright," Ben says as the power plant looms near. "Things are gonna move real fast in a second here: I'm gonna get out. You're gonna speed away; once you're outta here, you're gonna bill the Baxter Building for any an' all damages, plus a li'l extra for pain'n sufferin' or whatever. Got it?"

"Uh— " the cabbie stammers while shifting her foot towards the brakes.

"Eh, you'll get it," he assures them both, and then—

"E EQUALS MC SQUARED!" he bellows, exploding from the back of the slowing cab with such urgency that he sends the door flying across the power plant's lot and leaves a Thing-sized hole gaping in the back of the cab's chassis. The lead bouncing harmlessly off of his hide gives him a reasonable sense of which way he ought to go first, but he initially charges away from the plant to grab that door as his 'battlecry' reverberates.

All things considered, he makes pretty decent time— but then, he always was pretty at the shuttle run.

As soon as he snags the door, he stops just long enough to pivot and send it hurtling towards one of the gunmen like a discus, then charges back towards the plant, intent on barreling through two more.

"One'a you mugs owes me a Grant fer ruin' my marathon!" he bellows while snapping his arms out to catch the pair with clotheslines that send them spinning half a dozen feet straight up. One of them, he allows to crash back to Earth; the other, he snatches by the ankle just in time. "Not ta mention an explanation for all this agita," he tacks on as he hauls the guy up so that they're roughly eye to eye.

While he waits for his captive to either squeal or say something defiant, he squints around for more gunmem, and although he does find them, someone else seems to have gotten to them first; eventually, he is able to stop squinting at the pigtails.

Meanwhile, ss predicted, the chaos is more than enough to ensure that the driver peels off according to Ben's instructions. Once she's a safe distance away, she begins trying to figure out where she's going to mount the new plasma screen that's going to ameliorate her pain and suffering.

The response to Hawkgirl through the transmitter is one that bears the backdrop noise of silence, but if you listened /really/ closely you can hear the wind…

Rocketing through the sky in another drection than called Wonder Woman bears a look of stoicism, firmness with the set of jaw, and haste. Last but not least in there is hope - that she went the right way and made the right choice. "Another little birdie informed me I need to be heading elsewhere, Shayera. I know you can save them. You even know that. I will be there as soon as I find who I am looking for."

Once Wonder Woman stops speaking the air around her explodes in a sound likely unheard at the ground below, but the speed of flight carries her swiftly to Georgetown, DE…

Below the factory sits, a building that looks long abandoned and enough no one cared to remove after foreclosure. Overgrown fencing is either standing by what allows it to, props it up, or has been felled by the wear of abandonment. Silence here save the creaking of an old metal door within, swinging open and shuddering closed with the wind.

METROPOLIS

Hawkgirl makes it to the hospital in record time. Had her heroics not happened earlier, they certainly would not have been able to admit any new patients, but she is greeted by a throng of Doctors who take the young child in with them. From there, it's still craziness out in the city, and with everyone focused on the power plant, there's no one to help but Hawkgirl.
Overgirl's snared villain is desperate to get away from her. Rather than tell her, he begins to run. But his feet just sort of do that cartoon thing as he's lifted up in the air. "It was Hayes. It was Ulysses Hayes! Please god don't hurt me!"

Ben does his wrecking ball routine much to the chagrin of the badguys and wipes up much of what Overgirl does not. In truth, there is but one more sniper, and dude is making a run for it. "Hayes man! Hayes! He's been planning this shit for years!" squeals the man in Thing's arms. He'd always been a fan of the Four. Not anymore.

GOTHAM

Bobbi's artwork allows many of the lower level agents to better see where the snipers are coming from. Almost immediately they begin to blast away, putting terrorists down left and right.

The remaining SHIELD agents do their best work to get some of those in the water out with the net idea that Clint has. It's do or die time. For those who leave on the quinjet to make the short trip to Delaware, they do so with the knowledge that there are those who will lose their lives for the decision they made.

A massive explosion follows Kate's expertise shot across the bridge and onto the water tower. BLAMMMMMM! They won't be able to use that drinking water for a while, but no one drinks the water in Gotham anyways.

Fury has no idea how many heroes will get the message, but he's thankful for whoever this Oracle is. "We should have backup any minute," he says, radioing to Reed. "Copy, Fury. Moving in to descent now. I think we've been beaten, here though," Richards says as he spies a certain Amazonian who seems to have beaten them to the party.

SHIELD agents joining Clint are likely to feel less guilty after Quicksilver begins shooting around doing his damage, and preventing snipers from hitting their mark. One lowly lieutenant has an idea, "Mockingbird, if you could paint more snipers, this kid here might be able to take them out."

NEW YORK

Iron Fist smashes through the walls and the sniper nearly leaps out of his clothing as his gun goes flying in the air. Whether or not he meant to, the gun is no longer in his hands and those hands rise high in the sky.

SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT

Eventide makes like Chewbacca in Return of the Jedi and uses the weaponry against the evil doers as she begins picking off snipers left and right, their brain matter exploding on walls behind them like Jackson Pollack artwork.

Velocity Dash leaves a handful of enemies in her wake as she barrels them over like the Donkey Kong video game on the original Nintendo System. One particular sniper has her in his sights, but as soon as he is about to pull the trigger, his brain explodes from a well placed shot from Eventide.

There's commotion over by Gar and Vorpal as the two lovers try and figure things out. One final sniper is looking to kill each of them too but SPLAT

Eventide again. She's like really, really good at shooting. Surely someone knows why, right? Right?

GEORGETOWN, DELAWARE

When Wonder Woman enters the old building, the entire thing is dark now that we are well past sunset. There's the creaking of the old door blowing in the wind and for a moment she must feel as though the needle in the haystack is somewhere else.

But certainly whoever this is, whoever would be so inclined to do something of this magnitude would not be so careless as to allow himself to be caught so easily. To stay here hours after making and posting the message. No, surely not if he was half the savante his followers believed him to be.

But he is here.

"Wonder Woman," says the voice as the echoes bounce side to side. The voice sounds different. Filtered. Like someone trying to copy Hayes. There are speakers throughout the building up in the corners and Richards and Fury are still too far to be of any help.

Two down, and there were others. The words of Diana ringing through her ear giving her not only confidence, but a little bit of a spoiled 'me me me' fit that doesn't dare reach the ears. Perhaps, one day, it'll happen, but for now? There were other people who needed saving.
She makes quick work as well, flying the injured to and fro, moving as fast as her speed would allow to not damage their frail, broken bodies. Even the one with a concussion gets light flight, cleaning vomit from Nth would be too hard for her to do.

But it was back to the bridge again, clearing the path that the wreckage made so that the others who could move? Would.

Her new name was Damage Control.

"Hnnh." Resolute glare turns to a decidedly menacing stare as Overgirl brings her captive down, just about close to bump foreheads. That gets a good response right away with some jibber-jabber in a hurry, to the tune of 'Delaware! He's in Delaware! Some sort of factory or a warehouse, that's where it's all going down!'
"Tchuss." Switching her grip to one hand, the other balls up into a surprisingly threatening fist that rockets along on a decapitation course towards the henchman's head.
Pulled at the last second, the resulting breeze is still enough to straighten the dude's center-part, followed shortly by the roll of eyes up to the whites and a fainting. Overgirl has the mercy to set him down rather than dropping though, with a rather consternated and frustrated look on her face. Glancing around now to see the remaining smoke and fire from the plant, her eyes focus for a bit - she actively squints too, pushing the limits of what she can get away with just to make sure she doesn't miss anything too obvious - before sighing, "Fire companies and the repairmen will have to be here quick, but…"
Attention picking up to the rather large and conspicuous ambulatory boulder that's taken care of the rest of the small firing squad at the scene of the attack, Overgirl turns towards the Thing cautiously but with a certain interest from some overheard words while she was scanning the area, "Ah, do you know who this Hayes is, herr? I think it would be good to extinguish the fires and check for injured, but I do notice that your … chaffeur, was quite hurried to leave."

"Who?" Thing replies with a squint and a motivational shake. After a couple cycles of this - guy spills info, Thing barks questions, Thing shakes guy - he eventually spills a few details about the warehouse that do him no real good as long as Reed is doing whatever he's doing instead of getting here with the Fantasticar.

Finally, Thing mutters, "Ah, hell— sit tight, ya mook," lays the guy out on the ground, and turns towards Overgirl. "No idea," he calls to her, "but whoever he is, I got a thing or two t' settle up with 'im."

As he jogs towards the nearest fire - if nothing else, he can probably smother a pretty good sized one out if he's persistent enough - he loudly grouses, "She had places t' be; I'da known this Hayes bozo was over in Georgetown, I might'a tried bribin' her to stay!" in response to her comment about the chaffeur. It's basically a lie, but he could really use a ride right now. "Don't suppose you got a driver you can call, or somethin', eh?"

Everything is playing in her mind, Wonder Woman did not have to be there to /see/ it all. The reports were in:

Flames licked high, silhouettes dancing in them, death throes to Hades and the screams did not differentiate in tenor across this small map where chaos has ensued and it was as if she could smell the scorched earth and the unbiased blackening of Central Park…

The bridge buckled, old stonework cracking and splintering into an explosion of old architecture and stonework people believed in, in a dark city where it was hard to believe in much. And while waiting for the stoplight to the change it all fell asunder…

Lights, blinding, hearts beating… People screaming and it all -

Fades.

To.

Black.

It's a mixture as Wonder Woman had flown high, there was a breach in atmosphere for only a moment as she holds her breath and feels the distant sunlight fade and then lets go…

All of it is a wash in her mind, she was not there but she knows the horrors and has seen them again and again, and as she falls the speed only picks up, noir strands of hair whipping around a pale facade where oceanic eyes are sealed behind lids and a couple hundred feet above the warehouse she can pick up the sound of silence amongst the chaos in her mind, that door slamming and opening…

Wonder Woman leaves a gaping wound in that building, her plummet spraying brick, mortar and that door inward to sail out and rip through several walls before it lands in the empty cement field on the other side. Booted feet make no hesitance nor silence as she moves from open space to the next, using the doorway she /made/ until she comes to the room where that man sits…

Monitors are around him, Diana stopping behind him as she powers them down, the rest of his equipment to make the videos there and poised around him, whether or not they are active Wonder Woman seeks not to care, one of the digital recorders and its stand now under the strong grip, lifting it to swing…

His hands lower and capture the wheels of his chair, spinning him to face her with eyes that have likely watched his home-spun tragedies. "This is a dark time, a time where I wish I could simply clutch to my mother, remember the sound of my father…" his words give Wonder Woman pause, though her teeth flash beyond the purse of lips, even the twitch and seize of sinew as it even struggles with the desire to follow through the blow.

"All I want is that reality, that childlike glee back. Can you take me home? I want to go home…." His sobs emerged and the rest of his noise sounded like drivvel, enough so that she sought to silence him with launching that recorder into his sprawl of garage tech, her other hand gripping the golden lasso and wrapping him in it.

Loops around loops, Wonder Woman bound him to his chair and did not hesitate to make. it. snug. just before she took rapid flight upwards and then towards the cities.

"Tell me all about it during the worst roller coaster ride you will ever experience." Diana wont say 'oops'.

METROPOLIS

Hawkgirl's work pushing wreckage out of the way is able to get the flow of the emergency vehicles going again. Despite never being able to know how many people she's saved through her efforts, many of the victims who saw her in flight will know how she saved them.

All around Overgirl, fire personnel begin to pour in. The fires are a worry, to be sure, with such high priced machinery around. Every bit that they save is hopefully a shorter amount of time that it'll take to get things up and running again. "Thank you, Miss," the voice of the young firefighter trails. "Uhm, what's your name?"

Ben smothers out a flame while firefighters begin on the others. Abruptly, over his shoulder the skyline of Metropolis lights back up. How, or why, considering the largest power plant in the country is in tatters, isn't immediately known.

Thank your local Oracle.

GOTHAM

The situation in Gotham is pretty calm now thanks to the help of the heroes. As Oracle looks over her work, she'll be able to breathe easier knowing that things are pretty well in order across all of those cities. With a few well placed

NEW YORK

One gawker can't help but whoop in astonishment as Eventide flips downward in an amazing feat. "Who is that?!" he exclaims at the heroine. If she wasn't known before this, New York will certainly be talking about her and her sidekick, Dash or Velocity Dash or Rainbow Dash or whatever. These things have a life off their own.

Oh, and speaking of, there's her sidekick right now. With the mask off, a gawker tries to get a phone pic, but just he does, he's elbowed in the back on accident by a EMT making his way to get one of the wounded.

"Hey! Who is that?" Some people who were cordoned off by the police are out on the streets, and see Gar fall from the sky. They come over and look at the unconscious Garfield. "Hey, is he alright?" "I think I know that dude. Isn't he in the Titans?" Then they see Vorpal, "I /know/ that guy's in the Titans!"
Danny is pretty ruthless with those kicks, but the good news is that those dudes will be apprehended soon enough. And other goons have already spilled enough beans to put two and two together. So, feel good about those kicks, if they let ya get some frustration out.

GEORGETOWN, DELAWARE

By the time Clint's Quinjet arrives outside of the old laboratories, he'll be able to see Reed's Fantasticar and Fury's Quinjet. Two figures (it's dark) make their way into the building, and it would be presumptive if the whole building erupted in fire, but for whatever reason, there is silence. Silence as they land, silence as they enter.

Quicksilver would get their first, followed by the others, but as they funnel around, they see that Reed and Fury are kind of hanging back while the Amazonian Princess, has the villain right where she wants him.

Everything is playing in her mind, Wonder Woman did not have to be there to /see/ it all. The reports were in:

Flames licked high, silhouettes dancing in them, death throes to Hades and the screams did not differentiate in tenor across this small map where chaos has ensued and it was as if she could smell the scorched earth and the unbiased blackening of Central Parkâ¦

The bridge buckled, old stonework cracking and splintering into an explosion of old architecture and stonework people believed in, in a dark city where it was hard to believe in much. And while waiting for the stoplight to the change it all fell asunderâ¦

Lights, blinding, hearts beating… People screaming and it all-

Fades.
To.
Black.

It's a mixture as Wonder Woman had flown high, there was a breach in atmosphere for only a moment as she holds her breath and feels the distant sunlight fade and then lets goâ¦

All of it is a wash in her mind, she was not there but she knows the horrors and has seen them again and again, and as she falls the speed only picks up, noir strands of hair whipping around a pale facade where oceanic eyes are sealed behind lids and a couple hundred feet above the warehouse she can pick up the sound of silence amongst the chaos in her mind, that door slamming and openingâ¦

Wonder Woman leaves a gaping wound in that building, her plummet spraying brick, mortar and that door inward to sail out and rip through several walls before it lands in the empty cement field on the other side. Booted feet make no hesitance nor silence as she moves from open space to the next, using the doorway she /made/ until she comes to the room where that man sitsâ¦

Monitors are around him, Diana stopping behind him as she powers them down, the rest of his equipment to make the videos there and poised around him, whether or not they are active Wonder Woman seeks not to care, one of the digital recorders and its stand now under the strong grip, lifting it to swingâ¦

His hands lower and capture the wheels of his chair, spinning him to face her with eyes that have likely watched his home-spun tragedies. "This is a dark time, a time where I wish I could simply clutch to my mother, remember the sound of my father…" his words give Wonder Woman pause, though her teeth flash beyond the purse of lips, even the twitch and seize of sinew as it even struggles with the desire to follow through the blow.

"All I want is that reality, that childlike glee back. Can you take me home? I want to go home…." His sobs emerged and the rest of his noise sounded like drivvel, enough so that she sought to silence him with launching that recorder into his sprawl of garage tech, her other hand gripping the golden lasso and wrapping him in it.

Loops around loops, Wonder Woman bound him to his chair and did not hesitate to make. it. snug. just before she took rapid flight upwards and then towards the cities.

"Tell me all about it during the worst roller coaster ride you will ever experience."

Hayes sort of lolls about drunkenly, as if he's heavily drugged by some sort of serum. With glassy eyes he looks to Diana and cowers. "I really just want to see my mother and father. They must really be worried about me."
"Get that idiot in the Quinjet. He gets interrogated, but not by anyone until we've had chance to process him. NOW!" screams Fury.

*

SOMEWHERE OUTSIDE OF HARRISBURG, PENNSYLVANIA

The convenience store has one of those electronic bells that ding-dongs everytime someone comes in and everytime someone comes out. The kind of bell that begins to get annoying after the first hour of work.

A brown haired young woman walks in, the thirteenth customer since opening, and Gus the attendant slides his large ass by a stand of hostess cakes and gets behind the counter.

"Just a pack of smokes," the young woman says as she takes off her sunglasses to look into her purse."You know, you shouldn't smoke." It's funny because men always seem to want to protect women. Especially the pretty ones.

"You know you should probably just f—"

"Hey, you're that actress chick, right? Delores Winters? The actress? Aren't you kidnapped or missing or something?"

Delores' angry face turns nice. "Me? No, I'm sorry, you must be mistaken. I get that all the time."

Out in the SUV now, Delores takes her normal place behind the driver and lowers the window despite the cold. The thug in the passenger seat turns back to look at Delores. "Boss, you still smoke even with the new—"

"It doesn't work like that," Delores says faintly, adjusting her stylish sunglasses. "It's still me in here, Harkins."

"And we have a lot of work to do before we sleep."

*

WHITE HOUSE
WASHINGTON DC

"My fellow Americans," says President Pershing. "Tonight our great nation was attacked through a barbaric and cowardly measure by a group of terrorists who are either dead, or have been brought to justice. The perpetrator, Ulysses Hayes, was apprehended tonight in Georgetown, Delaware. I have called on the FBI and the Department of Homeland Security to lead the investigation into this terrible event to ensure that all Americans are safe."

He sighs, briefly overcome in a moment of humanity, he falters slightly.

"Many Americans died this evening. We pray for them and their families and will not stop until each terrorist is rooted out and either killed or imprisoned. New York. Metropolis. Gotham. Three of the greatest cities the world has ever known: We are with you tonight in spirit. You are in our hearts and we will pray for your speedy recovery. Even better than before."

"May God Bless You, and May God Bless America."


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