WHO: Connor Bone, Jennifer Hill, Alyssa Kenworthy, Natalie Rakov (and any other heroes that want to jump in) WHERE: The Federal Reserve Bank of NY in NYC WHEN: Early Afternoon, Friday. WHAT: Some superheroing. WARNINGS: Language. Violence. You know, the usual.
We have a 10-58 at the FRB, hostages taken.
That was how it started, how a man in his thirties ended up in a superhero costume standing outside of a bank that was in the middle of a robbery where hostages were involved. It was insanity; taking care of criminals should have been left to the professionals like SWAT or whoever the hell it was who was supposed to deal with sensitive situations like this. He was a private investigator, which meant he was supposed to find missing relatives, and cheating husbands; there was nothing in it about purposefully seeking out a team of armed men to be a hero.
"Blaming you for this one, James." Connor murmured, adjusting the trench coat that covered his green shirt. The design of circles wasn't the most fashionable, but he didn't wear it to make a fashion statement. Like Jamie, his ability to duplicate needed outside force to control it better, lest he make a double with every stubbed toe. The bank was surrounded by police cars, but there was no moving forward. They were at a stand still, and it didn't seem to be calming down any time soon.
You can blame me. Everybody else does. It seems like that's all we have these days, you know? Blame, and panic. I don't know
Connor rolled his eyes. "Save the monologues for when I'm trying to tune out Stu's snoring at his desk, kay? Thanks." He pulled out his communicator, deciding it wasn't a job for one man--or many of one man, even. "Listen up my superhero companions, this is Dupes. We've got a robbery in progress at my favorite of all banks, and it looks like they're not playing very nice with the patrons. This mutant needs some back-up."