His luck can't hold out forever. One of the mooks with the carts glances up as he fires, the reflected light outlining him almost perfectly as he fires. Unfortunately for the robbers, there's not enough time for him to spit out a warning. His aim is perfect and both of his targets make choked noises as the stun shots hit their nervous systems with all the loving gentleness of an enraged hippo, dropping instantly. The plasma torch shuts off as its owner lets go of the trigger, plunging the room into relative darkness, with only a dull yellow light to offset everything.
The reactions of the others echo what Wash has probably heard before. "Sprock! What was that?"
"I dunno. Are those two..."
"Yeah, I can hear'em wheezing. Who was that?"
"I didn't get a good look. A guy in armo-oh snek." Their voices dropped to hushed whispers that still manage to echo in the empty bank. "It was Doubletime!"
"What, the speedster?"
"Yeah, the dumb one that your girlfriend likes. Not the cute one." Poor XS. She had been mourned when the Coluan freak killed her with half of the team.
"We ain't equipped for a speedster. Let's just get out of here!"
"Wait, man. Think of what one of those flight rings'll sell for. Think about how your girlfriend's gonna feel when you show up in his armor for a bit of roleplay."
There's a moment of silence, then a slapping noise. "...Gonna murder the bum. Gimme your rifle. Grab the spray gun. We're gonna do like in Revenge of the Reverse Flash."
There's two solid blips on the motion detectors then. One of them keeping low, creeping his way around to the hole in the teller's barrier. The other hopping on top. And suddenly a beam of light rips through the room, though in the corner opposite of Wash. He draws a line of flame across the wall until his barrel overheats, then sweeps the other rifle across in the opposite manner, trying to ward the mistaken speedster towards the center of the room. He's carrying a rifle in each hand, which makes his aim a little wobbly, but doesn't impact the deadliness of the lasers any.
Once that other barrel overheats, his crouching pal unleashes a torrent of laser bursts with the spray gun at the middle area, filling the air between them with fragments of light that chew up the ground and walls, but nothing above waist height.
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The reactions of the others echo what Wash has probably heard before. "Sprock! What was that?"
"I dunno. Are those two..."
"Yeah, I can hear'em wheezing. Who was that?"
"I didn't get a good look. A guy in armo-oh snek." Their voices dropped to hushed whispers that still manage to echo in the empty bank. "It was Doubletime!"
"What, the speedster?"
"Yeah, the dumb one that your girlfriend likes. Not the cute one." Poor XS. She had been mourned when the Coluan freak killed her with half of the team.
"We ain't equipped for a speedster. Let's just get out of here!"
"Wait, man. Think of what one of those flight rings'll sell for. Think about how your girlfriend's gonna feel when you show up in his armor for a bit of roleplay."
There's a moment of silence, then a slapping noise. "...Gonna murder the bum. Gimme your rifle. Grab the spray gun. We're gonna do like in Revenge of the Reverse Flash."
There's two solid blips on the motion detectors then. One of them keeping low, creeping his way around to the hole in the teller's barrier. The other hopping on top. And suddenly a beam of light rips through the room, though in the corner opposite of Wash. He draws a line of flame across the wall until his barrel overheats, then sweeps the other rifle across in the opposite manner, trying to ward the mistaken speedster towards the center of the room. He's carrying a rifle in each hand, which makes his aim a little wobbly, but doesn't impact the deadliness of the lasers any.
Once that other barrel overheats, his crouching pal unleashes a torrent of laser bursts with the spray gun at the middle area, filling the air between them with fragments of light that chew up the ground and walls, but nothing above waist height.