ireywest (ireywest) wrote in modernage, @ 2010-07-12 15:29:00 |
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Who: Impulse and anyone unlucky enough to be monitoring the streets of Gotham
Where: Gotham City
When: May 11th, 2010 3:16 P.M.
Summary: Impulse, not knowing where in Gotham Nightwing makes his lair, or that... He doesn't even make his lair there goes out to set about finding him. Or any bat. The only way she knows how.
To the citizens of Gotham, it was your average run of the mill day to begin with. The birds were making annoying bird noises in the air and pooping on cars. The cars were making loud honking noises at the stolen armored car that was making down the street in a rather reckless and hasty fashion. Down by the docks there was a stand off between a large group of thugs moving drugs into the city and the police that found them. Also, there was a fruit vendor in the down town area, sighing at the fact he had too many bananas.
With a very slight red blur, one completely ignorable, and the slight scent of ozone that comes after a lightning stike Impulse charged the city. Now, Impulse was no dummy, but, she had no clue where ANY of the bat people hung out, let ALONE Nightwing. But she knew that her team mate Rook was kidnapped by Carmen Sandiego, and yes, she could go chasing after them, but she was less of a detective than they were, and it was ACME detective agency that hunted Sandiego down, not Impulse. Better to stick with your strengths.
Zipping through the city, the lack of knowing where anyone was suddenly struck Impulse. In a moment of logic, she determined that if she couldn't find the bats, she could set a sign up that they would see. One hopefully that only they would see, and hopefully after her story got out, not have her grounded for.
With a boom there was a very confused fruit vendor, wondering just where his bananas went as $35 sat in the place the fruit did before. Turning to a confused passer by he shrugged. "I guess we have no bananas today?"
42 seconds later, the armored car noticed that the cops were on its tail. The hooligans inside pulled out their guns and aimed them out the window. Had they been paying more attention, they still probably wouldn't have seen the red blur that zipped through the engine block and crashed all the electronics in the car, which caused it to suddenly stop accelerating. They also wouldn't have been looking for the fact that their shoelaces were suddenly tied together. However it may have put their minds at ease that it was a flash, and not crazy insane-o gas that the guns they were pointing out the window at the police were suddenly bananas, and fruit makes for lousy bang bang.
One minute and 23 seconds later the shootout at the docks was not going well for the police. The thugs were entrenched, and armed with high end guns. However the sonic boom followed by the guns being replaced by more fruit caused great confusion. Enough to allow for a quick police recovery.
Impulse then stopped in the center of town. She was out of bananas and didn't have a plan B. That and she blew her allowance for several weeks. Oh well, maybe being obvious on the street for a minute would help move things along.