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The Sticking Point(s); OPEN
Topic Started: Dec 13 2014, 11:22 AM (337 Views)
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Pat had not at all enjoyed his first run-in with a superhero, but he figured that he had at least learned a few things - first, have a hideout farther from home and closer to the heist; one from which he could operate at least one vehicle undercover, where he could stash the suit and not have it found, and generally, a place where no one would look.

He had found just that in an abandoned building - which was perfect for his needs at the corner of Barrow and West Streets in the City. Right near the subway, multiple entrances and exits, and just absolutely pigeonholed with safe, dry rooms above and below ground level. He'd managed to keep a low profile after fighting the Black Panther (after Googling the guy - Wow! Royalty, and an Avenger! Talk about someone to have as your first rival hero!) and had gone back to simpler robberies.

You didn't need to be too smart to know better than to try taking on an armored car alone, but being near all these warehouses had given him an idea. He had been watching the trucks in the City (how they ever got around in this place he'd never really understand) and had found a few important weaknesses. He'd bought a GPS and phone signal jammer online for 200 bucks, and he found that he could turn it on easily - so it was currently attached by a magnet to his hip.

He had the unit on, creating a 35-foot sphere of blockage, which would make it impossible for the trucking company to locate their soon-to-be missing truck. He dropped from flight and landed on the top of the truck, trying to be quiet (probably failing miserably), but he was on the trailer, not the cab. He shimmied along, and got to the spot between the two. If he timed this wrong, he'd be street pizza for sure.

He decided not to chance it. Swinging a bit to the side, he pulled the activated jammer off his hip and left it magnetized to the cab of the tractor. That dealt with Phase 1. If the driver was on his cell, he'd notice, but otherwise it was pretty good. He really didn't want to get noticed right now, as he tried to crawl on top of the cab. It was an awkward thing, and he wondered if this Doc Gentry guy had ever thought about it.

Deciding quickly that it didn't matter, he pulled himself onto it carefully. He decided at that moment that he'd have to find out just how much he could lift (or drag) in the suit, because what he wanted to do was forget this whole thing and just either steal the trailer or bust the back open and grab what he could. But that wasn't the way he went now. He noticed that the driver had his windows open just a bit, enough to stick a smoke through. That was good. The guy was at a red light, and Pat held on for dear life, trying not to slide forwards; he managed it but just barely. And boy, was he glad that the stuff for the gas could be bought in different places, put together, and compressed into gas in tanks with just stuff he pulled from the junkyard and dumpsters.

As he went to fire the gas quill into the cab, he suddenly realized that this plan had a lot in common with those gnomes from South Park - there was a big "?" between Step 3: Knock out driver of truck and Step 5: Steal truck. Everything up until, and after, that moment was easy. It was just the idea of, "how can I stop this truck from crashing into a building?" that bothered him. Thankfully they'd so far been on that most unique of New York streets - the empty one. Then again, it was still a little before dawn, so it was also dark just at the moment (thankfully), so he fired the gas quill in. As soon as the gas took effect, he knew he had to somehow commandeer the truck; but two questions remained - how, and was it even possible?!

He had to try.
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