Role Play Board: Friday Night Part One (Cont)

Friday Night Part One (Cont)

Posted by Robin on 6/4/2009, 5:24 pm, in reply to "Friday Night Part One"
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----------Gotham First National Trust, Main Foyer----------

"So much for stealth," Robin grunts as he dashes down the stairway from the bank managers office toward the foyer where the holed up gunmen currently reside. As he leaps down the final three stairs the door at the bottom swings wide open, revealing one of the bank guards with his service revolver drawn. "you're still alive!?" Tim questions with surprise, fully expecting to find the guards dead as they had been during the bank robbery earlier this week. "Where are the," before he completes his sentence the guard raises his revolver and pulls the trigger, discharging his weapon at the young hero. Robin, acting on instinct and experience, throws himself forward while twisting his body sideways, narrowly avoiding the projectile as it slips past his abdomen and embeds in his cape. His momentum takes him into the guards chest, staggering the man off-balance and backwards. Robin plants his feet solidly below himself and with perfect balance quickly reverses direction, snagging the guards gun with both his hands and twisting it counter-clockwise, snapping the mans finger with the trigger guard. As the guard doubles over in pain, Tim continues moving to his left, flinging himself atop the gunman and swiftly incapacitating him with a sleeper hold. "One down," he whispers to himself as he looks up and notes that three of the four remaining guards are cautiously walking toward the shadowed stairway to investigate the gunshot.

"Thomas?" One of the gunmen asks as he enters the doorway to find his friend on the ground and unmoving. He leans down and checks the man as a second guard walks through the door.

"Is he," before he can finish his sentence a metallic staff swings in from the left, connecting squarely with the second guards jaw and pulverizing it with a sickening thud. The man falls backward into the third guard dropping them both to the floor.

The first man springs up from his friend with his gun drawn, ready to avenge his fallen comrades. Before he can fire, Robin swings his staff forward and in a downward arc, slapping the man on the wrist and taking the weapon from his hand. He continues the attack routine with a flourish, spinning in a full circuit and striking the man in the groin with the staff in his left hand, and slamming him hard in the nose with his right fist. Tim immediately turns towards the door to find the third guard climbing out from underneath his injured ally. He dashes two steps forward then leaps full out, landing with both feet squarely against the chest of the third guard, pinning him to the floor. Before he can form a word in protest Drake grabs him by the throat and lays him out with a haymaker, forcing him silently to the cold marble floor.

Working against the clock Robin rolls to his feet and races toward the fifth and final guard who's still watching over the front door. As he closes the distance between himself and his final target Tim reaches into his belt and retrieves a handful of flash pellets with his right hand, and lowers the light deflecting lens built into his mask with his right. As the oblivious final guard turns toward the approaching sound of footsteps he's blinded by the explosion of flash pellets against the floor in front of him. As the veil of white finally falls from his eyes he spies the outline of a boot as it blasts him in the mouth and into unconsciousness.

"We have an explosion inside," Tim hears the muffled voice of an emergency response team member yell outside. "Breach, breach, breach!"

Tim deftly removes the grapnel from his belt and fires it toward the doorway where the first four guards lay, watching as it clangs hard against the stone wall. He presses the button on the side of the device and it quickly propels his body across the bank and to the stairway where he had first entered. As he lands softly on his feet he notices the subtle blinking of an LED light on the back of one of the guards neck. He removes a set of forceps from a belt pouch and frees the microscopic chip with the blinking light from the guards neck before dropping it into a plastic evidence bag. As he finishes gathering his evidence the revolving front door explodes open as the entry charge is detonated. Hoping to avoid police detection Tim flies up the stairway and bursts through the bank managers entrance into the shadows of the warm Gotham evening.

----------Friday June Fifth, Office of Jack McKay----------

"Well," Jack McKay, wealthy businessman and chief executive officer of McKay Industries exclaims while watching the flat screen television on the wall opposite his desk. "Another of Wayne's banks was robbed," he states with a beaming smile. McKay Industries is one of Bruce Wayne's greatest rivals for the business monopoly of Gotham City, and any bad news for The Wayne Corporation, was good news for nearly everybody else. McKay picks up his phone and dials his business partner, waiting anxiously for him to answer. "It's me, did you see it?" He listens to the man respond before replying, "yes, a couple more robberies and this town with lose faith in the security of Wayne banks." His brow furrows at something his partner says before he barks back, "Just keep whispering to the right people and our business will pick-up, I promise you that." As he finishes speaking the door to his office slowly creeps open and somebody methodically enters. "What are you doing you here!?!" he questions while holding his hand over the receiver of his telephone.

Without speaking the intruder dashes forward, pulling a loaded syringe from within their trench coat pocket and driving it's needle deep into McKay's neck.