Snippet #2537962

Bernard was perched on the rooftop like a lonely gargoyle, looking down at the destruction he had wrought. The police were being fried to a crisp, and he was happy to see that the girl's guardian had gotten her away from the flames in time. That second explosion though...that wasn't his. One of those cyborgs inside must have brought explosives. That was just bad luck. He continued to hear faint gunshots coming from inside the warehouse. Judging from the firing patterns the person with the semi-automatic pistol was winning. As if to confirm that claim, a shotgun blast rang out, followed by a few more pistol shots...then silence. Well, aside from the noise of the heavy rain and the crackling fire below. And the screams of the burning officers, which were quickly becoming less frequent.

If he still had lips he would frown. He had just taken out a good number of those horrible cops but his brethren in the warehouse had been completely wiped out as well by only a few officers. They must be good. True, some of his brothers and sisters had become cocky, even stupid when they ascended, but to be killed by only a handful of humans was pitiful. He could not find it within him to mourn for such incompetents. They did not treasure their gifts like Bernard did. They were reckless. They treat their bodies like a child treats its toys, and like so many children's toys they ended up broken.

Still, those elite officers may be a hindrance in the future. Or perhaps he could use them. After all, nothing gets the people riled up like a bad cop. Sure, they might not be bad now. But he had his ways. For now, he would do a little thievery. It almost seemed beneath him, but it never hurt to have some kardmium. The stuff was worth more than its weight in gold. And Bernard didn't exactly have a day job. Taking just a moment to measure the gap, he backed up, got a running start, and leaped from the ten story apartment building down to the 3 story warehouse, landing gently like a butterfly. A half ton butterfly made of metal. It was a pretty graceful landing, but he had made a bit of a "thud." He stopped and listened for any reactions. They might not have heard him over the rain and fire.