Return of the Menace
Sneak Peek
Grant Tower
New York City, New York
Independent States of America
21:04 EST, June 17, 2047
Sam looked down at the papers beneath him and sighed. Finances through the roof, lawyer fees, police reports, dates for criminal hearings, accusations, weapon shipments. He glanced it all over before crumpling it with one, large hand and throwing it across the room where it hit the female he hadn't noticed.
Rose Walker had been his original partner. For two years they had fought together, then she had left. Gone to Minnesota and joined the Freedom Fighters. Her red-pink hair blew in front of her face as the wind from the stormy night blew through the open windows. Her costume was much the same: purple body suit, pink shirt covering her chest, black pants went to her ankles, black combat boots, purple mask, and her newest edition: a dark trench coat which hung from her shoulders.
"Getting up there, aren't you?" Sam asked gruffly.
"You always knew how to treat the ladies." Rose said. Sam waved her off and spun his chair around with his back to her. He continued picking up papers from his desk.
Rose picked up the crumple on the floor. She unraveled it and read.
"Mounting a defense?" she asked.
"What does it look like?" Sam growled, looking over his shoulder.
Verdicts set down the papers and set her pink-gloved hand on his shoulder as she had done so many times.
"I need to know where the weapon shipments were going."
"Get your hand off my shoulder." Sam growled.
Rose respectfully removed it. "I need to know." she repeated.
"Why?" the gruff response came.
"Because--" Rose said, looking at the gray-black-haired man. "Someone is using those shipments and preparing for a hostile takeover of this state. Someone is planning on waging war on New York."
Grant snorted. "For that? Or so you can finally be totally rid of your partner?" he spun around in his chair to look a her, hands resting in a thinking position over his beard.
"You still think that is what this is about?" Rose asked after a silent moment. "That I left you because I didn't want to be around you anymore?"
"We both know the truth here, Rose." Sam said. "It's just a question of can you admit it?"
Rose's eyes filled up with tears and she blinked them back. She started for the balcony and turned around to say something to him.
Something she never got to say.
Bullets struck her in the back and she fell forward, Sam catching the red head even as he yelled her name.
"Rose." he repeated, brushing hair out of her face.
Bullets skimmed the floor again. Sam dragged her behind his desk.
"Security!" he yelled.
"Hello, Mr. Grant." a sly voice came. "I just wanted to thank you for the weapons beforehand."
"Before what?!" Grant demanded. "Who the hell is this?!"
"What," the voice replied. "Not who. As for your question, I wanted to thank you before we kill you with your own weapons."
The door to Grant's office busted down and laser beams shot into the room, cutting through everything.
Sneak Peek
Grant Tower
New York City, New York
Independent States of America
21:04 EST, June 17, 2047
Sam looked down at the papers beneath him and sighed. Finances through the roof, lawyer fees, police reports, dates for criminal hearings, accusations, weapon shipments. He glanced it all over before crumpling it with one, large hand and throwing it across the room where it hit the female he hadn't noticed.
Rose Walker had been his original partner. For two years they had fought together, then she had left. Gone to Minnesota and joined the Freedom Fighters. Her red-pink hair blew in front of her face as the wind from the stormy night blew through the open windows. Her costume was much the same: purple body suit, pink shirt covering her chest, black pants went to her ankles, black combat boots, purple mask, and her newest edition: a dark trench coat which hung from her shoulders.
"Getting up there, aren't you?" Sam asked gruffly.
"You always knew how to treat the ladies." Rose said. Sam waved her off and spun his chair around with his back to her. He continued picking up papers from his desk.
Rose picked up the crumple on the floor. She unraveled it and read.
"Mounting a defense?" she asked.
"What does it look like?" Sam growled, looking over his shoulder.
Verdicts set down the papers and set her pink-gloved hand on his shoulder as she had done so many times.
"I need to know where the weapon shipments were going."
"Get your hand off my shoulder." Sam growled.
Rose respectfully removed it. "I need to know." she repeated.
"Why?" the gruff response came.
"Because--" Rose said, looking at the gray-black-haired man. "Someone is using those shipments and preparing for a hostile takeover of this state. Someone is planning on waging war on New York."
Grant snorted. "For that? Or so you can finally be totally rid of your partner?" he spun around in his chair to look a her, hands resting in a thinking position over his beard.
"You still think that is what this is about?" Rose asked after a silent moment. "That I left you because I didn't want to be around you anymore?"
"We both know the truth here, Rose." Sam said. "It's just a question of can you admit it?"
Rose's eyes filled up with tears and she blinked them back. She started for the balcony and turned around to say something to him.
Something she never got to say.
Bullets struck her in the back and she fell forward, Sam catching the red head even as he yelled her name.
"Rose." he repeated, brushing hair out of her face.
Bullets skimmed the floor again. Sam dragged her behind his desk.
"Security!" he yelled.
"Hello, Mr. Grant." a sly voice came. "I just wanted to thank you for the weapons beforehand."
"Before what?!" Grant demanded. "Who the hell is this?!"
"What," the voice replied. "Not who. As for your question, I wanted to thank you before we kill you with your own weapons."
The door to Grant's office busted down and laser beams shot into the room, cutting through everything.
"Quite impressive." A voice whispered in Revenge's ear.
Revenge kept his masked eyes forward. "Yes. Quite. You secured things on your end, partner?"
"Yes,"
"Good, now we let the two sides fight it out."
A van screeched up in front of Alpha Squad. Gas flew out of the van and in a few seconds, the entire team was unconscious. Masked men walked out and threw the teens into the back of the van.
Sam flew unconscious into the van. A shadowy figure landed next to the men.
"Missed one." the female said.
The men nodded and got back in the van before driving off.
Revenge kept his masked eyes forward. "Yes. Quite. You secured things on your end, partner?"
"Yes,"
"Good, now we let the two sides fight it out."
A van screeched up in front of Alpha Squad. Gas flew out of the van and in a few seconds, the entire team was unconscious. Masked men walked out and threw the teens into the back of the van.
Sam flew unconscious into the van. A shadowy figure landed next to the men.
"Missed one." the female said.
The men nodded and got back in the van before driving off.
(WARNING: If you possess a brain you might be able to figure something out here.)
"Revenge was right." Nightwing said, looking up from the computer screen. "They were sophisticated robot-fleshlings."
Revenge, with his recently repaired costume, looked at the diagram. "Exactly what I thought." he said.
Before Nightwing could inquire what the Black Hero meant, the zeta-tube warmed up.
Holly looked around, noting that the entire team was there.
"Who--?"
"Recognized: Kid Flash. B-03."
Wally stumbled out of the zeta-tube at super-speed and fell down in front of Nightwing.
"Whoah buddy." Nightwing said, laughing. "Slow down!"
"Revenge was right." Nightwing said, looking up from the computer screen. "They were sophisticated robot-fleshlings."
Revenge, with his recently repaired costume, looked at the diagram. "Exactly what I thought." he said.
Before Nightwing could inquire what the Black Hero meant, the zeta-tube warmed up.
Holly looked around, noting that the entire team was there.
"Who--?"
"Recognized: Kid Flash. B-03."
Wally stumbled out of the zeta-tube at super-speed and fell down in front of Nightwing.
"Whoah buddy." Nightwing said, laughing. "Slow down!"
Alter Ego- Night
Age- 14
Grade- Freshmen
Allies- Target/Caleb
Personality- flashy, competitive, little sister, cocky, arrogant, proud, loud, loving, a little violent, spirted
Ability-
Day unlike her brother is not a meta. She works with blades and hand to hand combat. She often uses her mouth to get what she wants and feeds lies to the enemy. She can set traps and is a great pickpocket.
Weakness-
She's to loud. To arrogant, She likes being flash and competitive about her surroundings. She is also a little sister which means she pushed her brother to the limit. Since he is a meta she sometimes feels that she has to beat him at stuff.
History-
Her father ran off shortly after she was born. Her mother committed suicide when she was 8. She doesn't remember her mother much because the woman was not a constant in her young life. She mostly remembers Caleb raising her.
Side notes-
-is a little ruff and tends to get in trouble at school.