Golden River Crusade: "What Goes On In The Dark"

Xavier is a bit annoyed at the small response by Zane, trying to start a conversation and help the recruits know each other a bit more. "Alright then, uhhh, so anyone else?"

He looked over the room, hoping someone else starts talking. Xavier does not like being in rooms where no one is conversating. He starts to feel a bit awkward, watching no one talk to each other.

Since Xavier didn't press the in hiding part, Zane felt comfortable enough to keep talking between reps.
"I used to work in Statistics, particularly under one of the largest lone sharks out there. Though yeah, underneath the loan shark business was a very worthy front, an investment firm. It was my job to make sure the money flow stayed tight, research new endeavors, most people don't like it when you lose their money. And of course, do a little bit of body guard work and collect loans from those who tried to skimp out. When you collect your first million dollar loan, that's a rush.

He switched to resistance training, first with equipment then to his sword. Endurance is key.

Garm didn't miss a beat in his training, and called out his answer from the sparring room he was using.

"As for me, I'm just a cop that got transferred after someone way over my head in pay grade decided that my talents would be put to better use elsewhere. This...this is 'elsewhere'. I'm looking at it as a promotion, trying to stay optimistic."

Garm takes a break from his practice and reverts the scythes to liquid, absorbing the liquid back into his hands' storage compartments.

"Lost my hands a while back, and got these instead. Very useful."

Garm also started to stretch his muscles out a bit, working out the small kinks and cramps that accumulated during his rather outrageous practice.

"And despite my unorthodox methods of fighting, I'm an experienced cop who's dealt with new faces to the law enforcement scene for a few years. I've got a habit of giving pep talks to new recruits when they panic in a firefight, so sorry if I came across as an overly concerned weirdo. I'm just a man who reacts to the situation based on habit. It's nothing personal."

Garm stops talking at this point, as he has realized that he is saying a bit too much. Instead, he just sits down in the door of the sparring room and lets his muscles cool down.

Riku looks up both times Xavier asks about everyone else but otherwise stays seated and silent. He had nothing against any of them, except that creepy Garm, but also had nothing to tell them as he barely knew them. It took time to earn his trust especially if one grew up in an upper class. There were differences among each class and Riku knew them all. So he continued to play catch with his watch and wait patiently in the corner, only answering if asked directly and even then he would keep it short.

As they trained, a voice booms over the intercom in the room.

"Attention of new recruits. This is Doctor Chelsea Rivers. Sorry to interrupt your training secession, but we have a situation in town. A robbery has taken place south of the city. They are holding people hostage and the nearest squad is you. Please take care of the situation and save the civilians. Oh, and please don't hurt the criminals. Thank you."

Terry gives one last kick to the punching bag, before turning to face his squad. "Well, looks like we get to prove ourselves a bit early" he said, walking over to the lockers.
"But wait a minute, aren't we still in try-outs?" said Xavier. "Why didn't they call one of the other squads to take care of things?"
"Didn't you hear her?" said Terry. "She said we were the closest to the site. They're probably too far away to do anything about it. Let's just go take care of things so we can show them we mean business and get our badges earlier. Suit up!"
As Terry opens the lockers to grabs his suit, Xavier continues to ponder about the situation. He starts to question if the situation is real, or just another test. Regardless, he jumps up and races to the lockers, slipping on the new suit.

Riku got up and put away his pocket watch then heads over to the lockers where he ignores th boots, guantlets, and suits. Picking up only a pair of glasses and putting them on. He takes some time to learn how to work them then heads out of the lockers and waits for the others in silence. Riku was hoping to finish the rest of the test soon and get in officially, by the sound of the situation he guessed this was the test. He figured because they were to not harm the criminals and the coincidence of a robbery just happening.

Zane goes and looks at the equipment again, picking out a solitary gauntlet, testing out the fluid creation system, took a fancy to it. He figured with the combination of his glasses and this, he double his effectiveness. For practice he went to a clear area and, took a sprint, jumped, released his new gun blade and fired a neat shot towards the heart area of a dummy, analyzing the shot with his glasses as he went. It was tad left, but nothing that was fatal.

"Too bad...at least stun grenades still should work. We can stun them, can't we?" He said out loud to the voice of Dr.Rivers.

Within minutes, all recruits suit up in their outfits and place the glasses on. The moment the glasses cover their eyes, the communicator switches on and the voice of Dr. Rivers is heard.

"Just so you guys are kept up to speed, I will be delivering information to you throughout your mission. Stay on your hills, and remember, do not harm anyone."

"Got it" responds Terry, receiving the message clearly through his communicator. "So how should we travel? Motorcycle? Or hoverboard?"
"Let's go hoverboard, this time around" answers Xavier. "It's been a while since we rode those."
Nodding at his reply, Terry hooks his earphones into his ear and turns on his iPod. Immediately, a gel of golden liquid flies out and hovers into the air, morphing into a golden hoverboard. Xavier follows, activating his watch and creating his own gel of golden liquid, turning it into the hoverboard.

"Let's ride!" yells Terry, as him and Xavier stormthrough the exit door to their left and hop onto their boards, zooming off towards the site of the robbing.

Garm chose a more suitable method of travel for himself.

"Hmph. Well, can't complain if these things do what they're supposed to."

He used the golden liquid to form two small pulsing propulsion devices resembling small round speakers on the back of the hover boots and formed floating rings that he jumps onto, bolstering the hover boots' strength. He then simply flew off, his back straight, hands hanging down at his sides. He'd settled on using staves to incapacitate the criminals, then manipulate them so they bound the fools hand and foot. That was the plan, at least. He'd prefer to use gas grenades, but the hostages wouldn't be too happy with that idea, so he kept it a strictly contact thing.

(( Sorry for the long hiatus guys. Are you fellas still willing to pick up where we left off? If not I understand.))

Xavier and Terry reach town, hovering over a great visual of skyscrapers and sunlight.



Riding downward towards the streets, the notice a swarm of cop cars speeding off towards a bank with their sirens echoing throughout town.
"They must be heading towards the robbery" Xavier deduced.
"You think?" responded Terry. "Let's follow."
The reach the site where the robbery is held. It is a large bank building surrounded by numerous cop cars, all blocking the building exits and entries. Police officers of different genders are seen hiding behind the cars with weapons in hand, prepared for anything. A man in a black suit, holding a megaphone, stands at the front of the building and yells the following. This was the chief of police:

"This is the police. We have the building surrounded! You have ten minutes to come out or we will be forced to enter in through force. Do not make this harder on yourself than it already is."

Terry and Xavier hop off their boards and land next to the chief of police, startling him.
"What the -- " says the chief, surprised by the two boys landing next to him.
"Easy" Terry said, calming down the ranking official. "We'll take it from here."
"T-This is no place for boys like you!" said the chief, baffled at the unknowns appearance in a dangerous situation. "Go home and let the professionals handle this. You'll only get in the way."
"First off, we ARE professionals" said Xaiver. "Well, technically, not yet. But we're professionals in training .... uhh, right?"
Terry sighs. "Listen, we're up to speed on the situation. We know there are hostages in that building and we also know the robbers are armed. Meaning, we know that call you just made was a bluff, only to scare them out."
"Grr ... " groans the chief. "We're stalling for one of Dr. River's squads to arrive. If we storm the building now, we'll risk putting the hostages in danger."
"Stall no longer" assures Terry. "We were sent by Dr. Chelsea Rivers to dissolve the situation."
"You?" said the Chief, puzzled. "That would explain your knowledge of what's going on. Are you rookies? You don't seem to have badges yet. And where is the rest of your squad?"

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((Totally fine with it.))

A voice comes in over Terry and Xavier's communicators.

"I'm on the rooftop, currently marking and transmitting the locations of all the hostiles with the Syberspecks."

Through the walls of the banks, red outlines of humans holding guns became visible to the two. Garm was already getting used to the glasses. He hadn't touched down on the roof yet, in case the sound alerted any of the bank robbers below. Instead, he hovered above the roof easily, without relying solely on the hoverboots, thanks to the floating rings supporting them.

"What did the police chief have to say about your rather...understandable introduction. It's best they don't think us vigilantes and try to shoot us in the midst of all this after all."

He felt proud about the decision to make contact with the police chief that the younger duo had made. As a former cop, he could appreciate it.

"If he complains about procedure, tell him there's a cop that was recruited to the team. Don't mention my name though, it'll blow my cover. Remember to remain anonymous, since this is supposed to be a, how did you put it, an undercover super patrol, or something of that sort."

Garm knows full well that the police chief can't hear him, thus he is saying all this rather than hoping the words don't need to be said. Garm understands that he is pointing out the obvious, but he always felt it necessary to drive the point home. Even if someone knows something, they don't really feel it unless it's driven home in his opinion.

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Zane whipped the gauntlet around, creating something he called a blast wing. He placed the light mechanism on his back and activated it, the initial first blast launching him in a prefect arc in the air, riding and gliding on the air streams to keep afloat. It kept his approach perfectly quiet while he scanned the area and decided the best place to land. After a bit he had passed over Garm and landed lightly the roof of the adjacent building, reforming the blast wing into the gun blade, but instead of a on the end, a tactical baton of sorts with a pulsating blast of stunning energy running through it to disarm and take out whoever. He messaged the others over the com.

"I'm in position on the building next to the bank, analyzing the information Garm is sending out. I'm ready when you all are."

The information from Garm and Zane reach Terry and Xavier through their communicators.
"They're in place to infiltrate the build and rescue the hostages" said Terry. "Now, please, let us take it from here."
"Kid, I don't think you understand the scope of the situation" said the chief. "There are -- "
Terry interrupts the Chief with the following. "There are a total of twenty hostages inside with five gunmen and a head boss. The gunman has possession of golden liquid gel, meaning their ammunition is practically unlimited. On top of that, the head boss is holding a little girl hostage himself and threatens to kill her if anyone does anything stupid. Am I right?"
"H-How ... How did you know all this?" said the chief in shock.
"Syberspecks, sir" said Terry, viewing inside the building with the X-ray visual of the specks. His specks capture a sensory of gunmen and hostage's body heat, the golden liquid mechanics, and the head boss with a little girl trapped in his arm. "No worries, we're going to enter with stealth and take them out without anyone getting harmed. You have my word."
"Alright" said the chief. "But if anything happens, me and my men are moving in."

Terry smiles and slaps Xavier on the shoulder. "We're up!"
"Got it" said Xavier, pressing a dial on his watch. Immediately, a golden liquid submerges Xavier from head to toe and, when it clears, creates a typical black mask, black pants, and bullet vest outfit similar to what the robbers are wearing. "Zane. Garm. Here's the plan. Terry and I are going to move in, disguised as one of the gunmen and an extra hostage. When we do so, we'll take out the head gunmen and you guys can jump in from the ceiling and take out the rest. Simple, right?"
"Don't get cocky" said Terry. "They're probably smarter than we think. Let's move!"

Xavier snatches Terry from behind and drags him up towards the building, playing the part.

"I was going to suggest silently infiltrating the building first, but you can do it from there too I suppose...makes it less convincing though."

Garm said this even though he knew the comment fell on deaf ears. He began to ready himself, forming a staff with weighted tips. He couldn't kill on this one, especially not if there were kids in there. How he missed the simple days of point, shoot, explode. He also formed small spikes on the palms of his hands and dedicated some of the fluid of the rings to do the same for the rest of his suit, leaving him standing on a floating circle covered in microscopic, harmless spikes. They had a specific purpose, but he wasn't going to reveal that just yet. It was a surprise.

"Zane, you ready on your end? I mean really ready, in case something goes terribly, horribly wrong?"

Zane shrugged but that didn't translate through the com link. There wasn't much he could do now, he was here, expected and being counted on. Didn't matter what, as long as it was a job, he gave it his all when he was there. He leapt lightly down onto the lower roof of the bank with Garm.

"I suppose so, though I guess with those two crashing in towards the front it would make it easier for us to come in from behind. If I may, I suggest we drop into the managers office and head out from there. It's in the back and allows for easier navigation and better placement for us. And even if then, maybe a sneak a few hostages out on the way, or better, replace a couple."

"Terry, Zane, we are both in position up here. Signal us when you move."

"I doubt we'd need to do that. If you use the Synet right, they won't even know we're there. After all, humans rarely look up."

He was, of course, referring to sticking to the ceiling using the layer of microscopic spikes encasing him.

It worked on the principle of static friction and tension, but that's a discussion he didn't really feel like having, so he went with the simple analogy. Spiders.

"By encasing our bodies in microscopic spikes, we can act like spiders and cling to the ceiling. Sound good?"

Zane normally would have disputed this but he decidedly trusted Garm in this matter. It's not like he particularly had any experience in this area.

"Alright, I'll follow you down."

Terry begins jerking for freedom under the restrain of Xavier, looking to make their disguise convincing. They enter through the building doors and head right for the lobby of the bank. In the lobby, they found a total of twenty hostages with hands tied behind their backs, blind-folded, and tap over their mouths. Precisely, there were 15 adults, 3 seniors, and 2 kids. One kid was sitting next to his mother tied up, and the other is held by one of the masked gunmen who carries a gun in his hand. This is the lead gunmen out of the five, as Terry said before.
"That's the head honcho over there" whispers Terry, communicating with all the fighters. "We take him out and the rest will surrender immediately. Or they should at least.."
"Sounds easy enough" whispers Xavier back. "So I just need to find an opening, sneak my way up to him, and --"

"HEY JEFF!?? ABOUT TIME YOU GOT HERE!" screamed the head honcho, looking at Xavier's direction. Xavier freezes in his spot, not knowing what's going on.
"Wha-What??" mutters Xavier. "Who is he talking about?"
"I think he's talking to you ..." whispers Terry, still continuing to struggle to not blow their cover. "Don't blow our cover."
"Jeff, pay attention!" calls out the head honcho again, losing his patience. "We ain't got time for you to doze off. Is there ride ready or not?"
"Oh crap .... " mumbles Xavier. His mind begins racing to find the words to say. He does not want to blow his cover, but he also does not want to say anything that is out of character and might blow their small operation. So out of instinct, he decides to lift his fist and --

SMACK!

Unexpectedly, Xavier clobbers Terry on the back of his head and tosses him into the way with the rest of the hostages!! This even caught Terry off guard and, quite frankly, aggravated him. However, he kept his anger in check cause he understood what Xavier was doing. "That hurt ... " whispers Terry, now resting his face against the wall.
"Yeah, sorry for being late, boss!" says Xavier, playing up his role. "I found that idiot trying to escape and decided to bring him back in. He gave me a headache, but as you can see, I got it under control. The rides in the back, as we planned."
For a second, the head honcho goes silent and just stares at Xavier, who apparently is being confused as another gunmen named Jeff. Then the honcho says, "Good work, Jeff! Right on schedule. Matt is in the safe room now, breaking the combinations. Sit tight and guard the door."
"Uhh, right!" said Terry, relieved that he managed to maintain his cover. He then glances over to Terry, who is still reeling from the blow a second ago. He thinks, Sorry bro, but I had to make it look convincing. Dinner is on me tonight. Kapeesh?

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Garm certainly did lead the way. One of the windows on the uppermost floor was open, so he crawled in through there, motioning for Zane to follow him in. He stuck to the ceiling and silently moved through the halls, using the Syberspecks to make sure that no one would walk into view until they reached the high ceiling of the room where the hostages and robbers were.

Right there...I have a visual.

He sent a silent video link to Zane, letting him know he was in place. He didn't sent it to the other two though, since that could expose them. He didn't know if their disguises would have a malfunction or not. Garm wasn't a science buff, after all. He only knew how to use the stuff, not the functions and the programs and the coding and whatnot.

Zane had waited till he had the feed, swinging in after Garm, following the path he had took and took a position just a little bit the left of him, opportune for getting the most down in a few quick strikes. Something was bugging him though. He used the specs to type out a written message that would pop up on Garm's set.

If they were expecting that gunman, where is the real one?

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