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I saw old Addyson Richards park herself behind me. I was trying to charge my phazer to return fire, but as soon as the shooting stopped, I looked out and saw Matt give the shooter a hard, nicely executed kick to the face. He bounced off of the side of the van and, upon further inspection, it seemed that there was a lull in the fighting. WEAPON had taken control of the situation. I stood up, let the visor of my helmet slip back automatically so my face was shown encased in my helmet, and turned around to Addyson.

"You might wanna check on that fella my pard just standing-kicked. If his nosebone ain't in his brain pan, help him out and get him on his feet, we need to detain these guys." I began to walk off, but turned back at the last second. "By the way, I appreciate your response time; you're really quick on the draw. We get in a real melee, you'll do just fine. I'd like to see one of them swords rip open a bad guy sometime." I tapped her politely on the shoulder before running off toward Matt.

"How we looking, kemosabe?"

Matt took a quick sweep around the area before retracting his visor to look at me.

"All the suspects are down, Johnny. I think we picked up a couple of detainees, send them off for processing when the clean-up arrives."

"Jackie okay?"

"Yeah, she's off bossing somebody around."

In fact, Jackie was helping a little boy tie his shoe. There were some scared families scattered about the highway that had decided to hunker down in their vehicles once the fighting started, and she was assisting in encouraging them to go home, or in the cases of those hurt or that had endured some type of vehicular damage, to file a report with NYC.

"Where's Blankie?"

"Interviewing the driver. Apparently, he wasn't part of the heist, he was just some guy."

"Alright, go help your sister."

I walked in the direction of Point Blank, where the obviously nervous driver was trying to spit out every explanation that he knew.

"Pointy, what's happening with the driver? You find anything out?"


Meanwhile, static crashed over the radio waves. Matt would be the first to hear it with the wavelength-enhancing Operator technology in his suit, and he heard grumblings of a bank robbery in progress. He immediately opened up a comm with his sister.

"Jackie, you hearing what I'm hearing?"

"About what?"

"Something about a bank robbery. Shit," He switched his frequency, opening up lines with all members of WEAPON, both field agents and in-house. "Anybody have information on a bank robbery? I'm getting reports about shots fired, can anyone figure it out?"