Night Run (OPEN)
Apr 30, 2016 9:44:12 GMT -7
Post by Jace Banks on Apr 30, 2016 9:44:12 GMT -7
Date: October 3, 2015
Location: New York Streets during the darkness
Summary: Jace is doing his normal vigilante duty when he is met with his favorite SHIELD Agent, Clint Barton.
Location: New York Streets during the darkness
Summary: Jace is doing his normal vigilante duty when he is met with his favorite SHIELD Agent, Clint Barton.
If there's one thing that hasn't changed in recent weeks, its the crime in New York.
The disturbance that lead to new buildings, and things popping up everywhere hadn't seemed to really do much to New York proper. What was the cause of the event and why has things changed in some areas and not others? These were all pressing matters that needed to be tended to. Fortunately, there were plenty of people on Earth who were likely busy taking care of that. Jace Banks, on the other hand, had something more tangible to grasp for.
New York's bustling assassin and mafia problem.
In the land where people normally run wild, people often forgot that gangs weren't the only ones who caused issues within the City that never Sleeps. On the nights the League was often committing heinous acts of their own: committing assault and thefts being a minor check mark on their nightly worksheet.
Thanks to one of his informants--in actuality, a man Sentinel encountered and nearly crippled the night before--the black masked vigilante knew of a plan the League's put into place well in advance. A group of no more than ten individuals would make their way through Big City and hit an outpost for the Mason Crime Family, taking weapons and money in the process. Normally, the lower street gangs tended to attack the higher level mafia families unless they were doing business: buying drugs that they would cut into cheaply produced, high markup derivatives that they would then feed back to the mobs to perpetuate the cycle--but very rarely did they actually attack a family. That was tantamount to suicide in New York. Fortunately enough, they came up with a decent enough plan: dress as their opposition.
Donning casual clothing, they would assert attention from themselves while they use the taken money and armaments to bolster themselves and take over territory from their more personal rivals. That, coupled with the fact that the Mason family would be attacking those they assumed were responsible would spill out into a multi-front street war that would destabilize large portions of New York.
Not tonight, Sentinel had other plans.
The League members were abiding by all common traffic laws, which made it a hell of a lot easier for the vigilante to tail them from the rooftops. And when they turned down a vacant side-street, that's when Sentinel rapidly moved in to strike.
A well placed shot from his Sig Sauer blew out the rear right tire, which caused the vehicle to swerve violently until they driver was able to regain control and bring the vehicle to a stop.
Once the men began to pile out of the SUV that they traveled in, the swordsman decided to make his presence known.
With a dropkick to someone's face.
"Sorry fellas," Sentinel started with a sardonic tone, But it looks like a blown out tire is the least of your worries tonight.
The reaction was just as Sentinel expected: rushed and sloppy.
The man who was on the receiving end of the dropkick was the first to respond, lunging at the obsidian masked vigilante once he regained his footing. Jace sidestepped the man and delivered a solid straight kick to knock him off balance and into his disabled vehicle. With the advantage, Sentinel didn't bother to let up and began to attack the next goon after a pivot to face in their direction.
A scrawny, buzz-cut having individual was next on the vigilante's hit list, taking a backhand to the nose which caused him to double over in pain. And while he staggered, that's when the stakes got a little higher: someone flashed a piece.
A Mac-10 sub-machine gun to be exact. Nothing the vigilante was too concerned with.
As the weapon was levied onto his position, Jace was already at work.
The very same Sig Sauer that was used to blow out the tire of the SUV was ripped from its holster via Sentinel's left hand. As the League assassin slid the cocking lever back on his weapon, his opponent was already done pulling the trigger. Heartbeat and a blink later, the agent let out a howl as the .40 round punctured his chest. He slumped and spasmed, letting off a volley of full-auto fire into the night sky before he dropped to the ground. Was he dead? Jace didn't care; he was done for the night regardless. A roundhouse kick cracked another man in the neck, obscuring Jace from another shooter. Casually, the vigilante stepped around his recently kicked target and let off two rounds into the chest of the second shooter.
A knife wielding man moved for a kidney strike. Which was blocked by Sentinel's handgun. Sentinel had then twisted the knife and handgun combo towards his attacker, shooting him in the foot with his gun, his attacker loosened his grip and Jace shoved the knife into his shoulder.
