Who: Daniel Day, Open to any number of single person threads. What: Saving Lives, trying to work; Narrative. When: Mid-morning, March 5th Where: New York City Warnings: TBA
Daniel was riding his motorcycle down a road, taking advantage of a break in mid-morning traffic to get some work done. he'd delivered all but one package, and was enjoying himself as he zoomed along on his cycle, in and out of traffic, and along the sidewalks. It was a little slow for a moment, and he loved it, watching people go by, doing their thing, seeing the city breathe.
He only sometimes got all the way into the city like this, with his agency based out in Salem Center, he usually operated out there. But this morning a hire had come in for someone willing to hand-move a package from Salem Center area to the City. He always enjoyed challenges, and he was known as a long distance rider, so here he was. the package was secure in his front-side pouch, and he was enjoying the day.
As he cruised along the street and around a corner, he glanced at the gps set in his motorcycle's control panel and saw he was only a few blocks away from his target, and the clock confirmed he was well within the several hour window the client had named. Sweet! Bonus for sure! Daniel loved this, and loved being able to live a normal life. Not a bad thing, eh? It definitely kept him moving and not thinking about the past.
He sighed and shook his head, unwilling to get caught up in that, and was about to change lanes when an explosion rocked the ground. Screams, honks, and the sounds of crashing and yelling punctuated the air, and Daniel glanced ahead, trying to see what was going on. The action however, was too far ahead and in addition to traffic, it was obscured by clouds of smoke, now. The unmistakable sound of weapons fire came out of that smoke, however.
He swore and glanced around as he came up on a turn and started his favorite maneuver. He leaned into the turn and slowly amped up the light reflecting off his motorcycle, making it flash in every direction off of the metal surfaces he had installed just for that. At the exact moment it did, he slid the cycle fast, and out of sight, shooting into an alley a little faster than sight could follow. he stopped the cycle and settled it against a wall. Stepped back, he concentrated, and a small wall of light grew up and over it. Time to use one of his knew tricks. He hardened the light, and then let it ripple as he recalled the image of a pile of wall wreckage. And suddenly, that was all that seemed to be there. he nodded and memorized where he was, then let his powers flow.
Like water, light flowed over his clothing and body, and suddenly the alley was filled with a masked man in a glowing yellow suit. He shot off into the air, and flew toward the explosion. Clearing the area of the smoke, he saw the front of a building collapsed and four men with guns exchanging fire with police, while onlookers caught in the area hid behind cars and rubble. Something like an armored car had slammed into the building, and the men seemed to have been robbing it. He peered at it and nodded. Unity Bank, of course. He sighed as he sized things up, and then with a grin, shot downward.
"Now gentlemen, hasn't anyone told you that playing with guns is a no-no?"
"What the fuck?" "Who's this guy?" "Language, please. There are kids present." The robbers gaped, the hiding onlookers gasped, and the cops stared as he swooped in.
The robbers scattered as he swept down on them and fired at him. The bullets slammed into him and stuck in the hard light, and he swallowed down bile as he thanked God he had practiced making his suit bullet proof. he shot after the men, sending pinpoint lasers to slam into their guns and break them into so many pieces, then slamming into them, one after another, letting the impact knock them senseless as he arced back up and then down. dropping them men gently to the ground. He eyed them, then turned to where the police were.
"Sorry officers. I saw the explosion and thought I'd help out." "Who are you?" "Call me Photon, Officer." "Well, Photon, I'm afraid I have to ask you to put your hands up."
The cops were advancing now, and Photon sighed. Silly cops always did this. Oh well. "I can't do that. But I hope you have a nice day now..." And he shot upward, waving at the crowd of onlookers who had been crouching down out of sight a moment ago, and now were staring at him , open-mouthed, some in awe, some in hatred, some in fear.
He flew up, shot over, and landed in a nearby alleyway, and sighed, letting the bullets fall to the rooftop. He'd stopped the robbers and saved lives. That was what mattered. It sure did bother him that people were afraid of him, or even angry at him, here. He let his costume fade away and trudged out of the alley to join the crowds moving down the sidewalks. He'd deliver his package, then retrieve his bike and head back. What a day.