12802/All That Glitters Is Not Gold

All That Glitters Is Not Gold
Date of Scene:	15 September 2022
Location:	Hell's Kitchen
Synopsis:	Gunmen attack a jewelry store, only to find the customers include Dick Grayson, Oliver Queen, Monet and Meggan Constantine. Plus the Punisher staking out the place, and Daredevil near by.
Cast of Characters:	Matthew Murdock, Oliver Queen, Monet St. Croix, Frank Castle, Dick Grayson, Meggan Puceanu

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Matthew Murdock has posed:
Despite the name, All That Glitters is actually a pretty high end jewelry shop. The Hell's Kitchen fixture stocks well known brands, but also have their own master jewelers in back who make custom items.

The interior is rather spacious, with display cases of reinforced material placed about where people can browse, or take a seat in plush chairs in front of the case while an attendant helps them with their shopping.

A pair of guards supplement the electronic and other security, one standing over near the door, another in back at the door that leads to the work area and a vault that has a good amount of precious stones and metals on hand at any given moment.

It's evening, the place still open but it will be closing in the next hour. A few people wander about. A man with a bad combover is looking at necklaces. Two of them, one for his wife, and one for his girlfriend. A pair of men are over at the rings, discussing them as one of them seems to be shopping for a wedding ring.

There are four other employees present beside the two guards, three ladies and a man.

Oliver Queen has posed:
Why is Oliver Queen, scion of Queen Industries, the talk of Star City, shopping in a jewelry store in New York City? Because there are eyes everywhere in Star City. And the eyes in question are exactly the ones he does NOT want to have spy him shopping in a jewelry store.

Having concluded the negotiations that drew him to the Big Apple in the first place, Oliver had settled in for a night as a tourist, roaming the streets and looking out for anything that might catch his eye. Which brought him here. He is wearing a dark green turtleneck and jeans, and would not be at all mistaken for a billionaire unless someone could mark him based around his somewhat TMZ'ed face.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Jewelry. Monet St. Croix does enjoy pretty things. She's heard some nice things about the seletion here, so she's come to inspect it. To see if they have anything worth pursuing. And despite all she can afford, there's no reason to waste money. So if here has a good selection and it's at a better price, of course she'll take it. And she does enjoy haggling. A smaller place will be more open hopefully to negotaitions than a chain.

Frank Castle has posed:
Frank Castle had marked Oliver Queen already. Out of his territory. An anomaly. Not worth worrying about right now.

This place was ripe for a heist. Frank had bought three 'perfect job' plans off the same dark web merc site in less than a week, all targeting this same place. Probably an inside job. Either way, not a lot in the way of innocent people in this price range.

Dick Grayson has posed:
    Usually Dick Grayson wouldn't be found in Hell's Kitchen, but he's heard about a hidden gem of a jewelry store and has made his way to New York to see if he can find something nice for his fiancee. She's not the type to be demanding presents and jewelry, but he enjoys surprising her with that sort of thing.

    He's currently bent slightly over one of the display cases to see if anything catches his eye. "Can I see that one?" he asks the employee manning the counter, indicating a necklace set with sapphires. Once the piece is brought out of the display case he looks it over, holding it up to the light to examine it from different angles.

    "Ok, I like that one, let's put it aside while I see if anything else jumps out at me." He hands the necklace back to the woman behind the counter who replaces it in it's velvet lined box, then puts that box aside for him. Dick wanders over to another display case to see if anything else catches his attention since he's made the trip, not that it's hard for him to make the time.

Meggan Puceanu has posed:
Hell's Kitchen was home for Meggan for an awful long time, at least by her standards. She drifts through the back alleys and more dangerous places oblivious to the risk, sipping on iced matcha. Her silver and gold braids float down her back as she extends her senses lazily around her, drifting as one with this corrupted, scarred, lovely neck of the woods. It almost hurts sometimes to feel the sheer vibrancy of life, and for a moment she's left standing opposite the jewelry store on the sidewalk feeling the pulse of humanity. She doesn't have a wedding band on exactly, the eldritch tattoo inscribed by the Sorcerer Supreme almost invisible under a stack of gummy bracelets. Absolutely not top dollar, they're cheap jewelry, but nothing stops her from angling in to admire what they have to sell.

Matthew Murdock has posed:
One of the clerks greets Monet as she comes in. "Hello Miss," she says. "Is there anything in particular I can help you find?"

The woman takes the necklace from Dick Grayson. "Certainly sir. A beautiful piece," she tells him approvingly as she sets it aside where it won't be blocking his view of the other items in the case he's browsing.

Oliver has another clerk keeping an eye on him. Managing that just near enough to be at hand if he decides he would like help that he can get it with just a look over to her, but otherwise giving him a chance to look over the items for sale. There are a number of stunning earrings.

The door to the back opens. It's a heavy security door with a small window that is heavily reinforced. The jeweler, Mr. Johansen, steps out. An elderly man, he's carrying a velvet-covered tray over to the necklaces. The man is 3rd generation Hells Kitchen resident and master jeweler. He unlocks the case and then reveals a stunning diamond and emerald necklace which he places inside of the case.

Outside, a trio of trucks roll down the street. The front one is a hummer with a grill guard on the front that looks like it could ram through something and take the beating well. The other two are dark Land Rovers with smoked glass windows.

They pull up in front of All that Glitters and the doors open. Four men hop out of each vehicle, wearing tactical clothing and masks, and most carrying weapons. Two are carrying some other type of equipment. Those with sufficient knowledge might recognize them as something akin to Jaws of Life, powerful tools capable of breaking open mangled cars or worse.

Three men stay outside, their automatic weapons up and ready. The rest go into the store, the first man rapidly tasering the guard at the door. The guard in back hits an alarm and pulls a gun, but takes a shot in the chest from the second gunman to enter. The guard is knocked back against the wall, though anyone close enough can tell he's wearing a vest, it still took the wind out of him.

"Everyone just be cool and no one will get hurt," one of the men says as the nine men spread out. Four automatic weapons, one shotgun and two hand guns cover those inside while the two carrying the devices go over to display cases, apparently intending to break them open as the alarm caused them to go into lockdown.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would smile over at the woman greeting her. Professional and polite . A step up. "Not for the moment, I'm inspecting what you have tos ee if there's anything that appeals." Her speaking over in the casual sort of tone of one that was rich enough to buy something over on the spur of the moment and thus could easily be lured into getting quite a few things. An easy enough air to put up.

Oliver Queen is definitely noticed. Rich playboy. Oooh, perfect. Then Dick Grayson. Rich heir. Pretty boys that she can have get her pretty things! This is turning over into a good day. Monet St. Croix is smiling ever so predatorily to herself over as she debates how to make her approach to the duo and which to casually flirt wiht up front right then..
    Dammit, interruption. Those weapons will make short work of her, even through her invulnerability. And far too many civilians to even risk attacking. And too many enemies for her to use her telepathy with any degree of success. She goes to put her hands up in front o fher defensively.. Inwardly seething. HOw undignified. And there were -boys- she could have used!

Frank Castle has posed:
Frank had been in a van across the street. His face doesn't blend so well in those kinds of uptown places anymore. Too much mileage, too many scars. Including a bandage plastered along the hinge of his jaw on the left side, covering the bottom of his ear and obviously a bit oversoaked with blood into the cotton pad.

When the swat tactics hit, he swears to himself. He'd have rather taken them on the way in, but he let himself get distracted. His own damn fault, oglin' the rich and famous when he should be keeping his mind on the war. He gloves up, but stays in the battle van, directing surveillance systems in it to pick up police and emergency frequencies, along with searching through the various bands to try to find any communications the thieves themselves were using. Frank didn't have a fucking clue how it worked, but he'd been told what buttons to hit on the stupid little screen and that was good enough for him. "Just set it and forget it," the guy had said. Catchy.

He slides through to the back of the van and rapidly starts to gear up, loading grenades along the framing matched holsters under his arms, the ivory skull of his death's head sure to be splattered tonight. He ties off a black bandanna across his brow to keep the sweat out of his eyes, slings the AK across his back and pumps his shotgun.

"Let's see if anybody else fucks this up."

Oliver Queen has posed:
Peering over the selection of earrings, Oliver purses his lips in thought. He tilts his head, altering the angle slightly, contemplating exactly how they would look on his intended recipient. A tap of a finger to his chin in thought. And then, chaos unfolds.

Oliver looks up as the armed men rush in the store. Immediately his mind goes to tactics - checking exits, entrances, assessing their weaponry. For the moment he stays silent, and plays the part of the surprised rich customer. Regardless of what else goes down, at the end of the day, with this many thieves, too much potential for injury. The store is insured, and he can follow after them once they go, taking his chances there. A conflict could lead to an innocent being hurt, and no jewelry is worth that. So for now, the Green Arrow bides his time.

Dick Grayson has posed:

    As the shot echoes through the store, Dick drops into a crouch behind the display counter to make himself less of a target. He mentally reminds himself that he's not in his normal armor, thus cannot shrug off bullets or take these guys out with his normal acrobatic moves. No devices to use against them either since there would be questions should the Wayne ward be found carrying things like batarangs. Taking a mental inventory, he's got a small canister of mace in his jacket pocket and a can-do attitude. Probably not enough to take on nine men, even if they are just normal armed thugs.

    With a sigh, he determines that the best thing to do for now is just be a normal civilian unless circumstances demand action. If all that happens is a robbery, well, insurance exists to cover such things. Hopefully the robbers will prove to be competent and get this done with quickly and without hurting anyone else.

    Should that not happen, he's noting the location of things that can be used as cover or impromptu missiles.

Meggan Puceanu has posed:
Meggan barely gets inside the door before trouble erupts in her wake like a harbinger. A university-aged girl in cutoffs and a long-sleeved t-shirt doesn't tend to garner much interest from jewellers or thieves with AR-15s, the kind of person who registers as a small fish instead of someone's guardian elemental. Electricity discharges in a crackle that raises the hairs on the back of her neck before the doors even finish vibrating, and faint blue sparks drown her vivid green eyes. A shifting sweep of a glance takes in the people in the store as she starts to turn slowly, hands out to the sides to show they're empty.

"Bloody hell." Smarter people than her like Dick and Oliver don't engage. Should've read the room better. She simply stares at them with those wide, guileless eyes, slowly backing up. Incredibly slowly, being the sort of ingenue that makes a good target. Behind that worried, mildly frightened expression, she dips her fingers into the watercolours of emotions surrounding the robbers and starts painting them sickly yellows, dull greys, the jaundiced spark of a lion without courage.

Matthew Murdock has posed:
A block and a half away, a figure in a dark red costume with small devil horns on the top crouches on a rooftop. Daredevil is listening, concentrating on detecting the sounds of the small drones that the arsonist Burning Tiger used to start his last fire.

His incredible sense of hearing is barely strained to catch the sound of a gunshot so close, even if indoors. He straightens quickly, listening, and then begins running across rooftops on his way to the area of the jewelry store.

Inside, the men with the guns look a little bit antsy. One of the men goes from pointing a gun at Dick, to pointing it over to the two men who were shopping for a wedding ring, then back to the Wayne ward like he can't decide where he should be covering.

"Come on, come on, hurry up," another says, a touch of nervousness entering his voice as he watches one of the men use the equipment to pry open the jewelry case.

"Going as fast as I can," he says. The case pops open, as does the other being attacked. Two more men begin loading up the contents while the men with the Jaws of Life go to attack two other cases. "You the jeweler?" the guy with the shotgun says to Mr. Johansen. The elderly man nods. "You do good work," the robber says. He glances back at the door to the back. The plans they'd gotten for the heist had said not to try to go in back. But he seems to be rethinking the matter.

Another gunman moves over to look out the window. "no sign of cops yet," he says.

Frank Castle doesn't hear any comms chatter. Maybe they don't have communications going.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix goes to hold her hands up in the air while going to watch over at the others in the room. The ducking of Dick behind cover is noted. And of Oliver. They don't want to be caught up in this either. WIth luck the robbers won't recognize either of them. Monet's semi acute hearing picks up the sound of things outside. More gunners? Strange, if they have a perimeter setup outside. These sorts of things go around a tight timetable. So why would they have several men over in vehicles just arriving? They don't want to be late. Meggan's appearance isn't noticed - or at least standing out at all. She keeps her hands in the air while waiting for an opening.

Frank Castle has posed:
Frank Castle puts in his ear shielding, which is the smartest thing he's learned to do as he's getting older - he's blown his eardrums too many times being in the middle of a firefight and trapped inside some echoing hellhole. The shielding wasn't perfect, but it would protect him from the worst impacts of the immense amount of gunfire about to unfurl. No comms chatter, means they probably have a timed plan, think they know how to get in and out fast. Time to throw 'em a curveball.

Frank kicks open the back doors of the battle van, dead grey eyes staring across the street. The one looking for cops will find a charging Punisher running across the street at full-tilt boogie and raising his 12 gauge and

BOOM.

Oliver Queen has posed:
Aaaand things are about to get crazy. Oliver decides that if things do go south, as they are very much looking like they will, he may need to intervene. None of the others present are known to him, so time to use the time honored tradition of panicked rich boy.

He looks at the crooks and hurls himself over the counter to duck behind for "cover", conveniently knocking over a small stand with a number of long metal pegs sticking up to allow for rings to rest on them. Settling himself on the other side of the counter and looking up towards the mirrors aimed to allow for the clerks to have solid views of the room, Oliver starts slowly dismantling the counter accessory. A few twists of each, and he has himself eight small pointy metal rods. Not arrows, but in a pinch, he can throw them where they can count if it comes to that.

Dick Grayson has posed:
    The loud report of the shotgun from outside gives Dick the hint that not all is going to plan for the robbers. Which means that things just got more dangerous, because if they can't grab and leave, they will probably start taking hostages. Marking the location of the gunmen currently spread out among the display cases, he starts slowly moving in the general direction of the thug furthest away from his friends. Divide and conquer seems the best way to deal with this.

    Since the thugs are almost certain to turn towards the sound of the gunfire outside he waits for that moment when they are looking at the door and not the various people in the store. Taking full advantage of their distraction he rushes forward and slaps one hand over the thug's mouth as he flips the man to the floor behind a counter, then rabbit punches him and collects the unconscious thug's gun.

    Sometimes it's handy having a public job as a police officer, there are less questions when he takes down someone while he's being Dick and not Nightwing. At the moment however, he's just slightly wishing his target had one of the larger guns, but a pistol will do far better than nothing.

    He scans around the room by looking through the glass display case, not raising his head above the counter so he's not much of a target. The next moves are up to the criminals, time to see how they react to the shot from outside once their moment of distraction is over.

Meggan Puceanu has posed:
"Waving guns all cack-handedly is awfully cheeky of you," says the golden-haired English girl in that lilting drawl incorporating a heaping helping of Welsh and Gaelic. Oliver's clattering noises behind her definitely make her jump in an overpronounced startle reflex, shoulders jumping up at the various nosies. Gunshots might be a touch foreign to a Brit, but the other signals are just too strong to ignore.

"Oh, /fab/!" Dick breaking into action finally gives her permission to slide off the hook, at least having felt the weakening of someone's emotional state. Sauntering up to the thugs with the automatic guns, she breaks into a girlish giggle. "Can you breathe water?" The question is purely incidental to the fact she reaches into the criss-crossed pipes far under their feet and riddled through the building and the skin of Hell's Kitchen, as familiar as arteries and veins. Water has a way of answering, her agitation and conviction a dangerous blend when it comes roaring through imprecise welds in vibrating pipes or out the fire suppression system.

"Start running if you can't." A piquant shrug as the water falls. If her whims hold, it stays locked around shoulder level and higher, making it plenty hard to see and if they make bad mistakes, breathe.

Matthew Murdock has posed:
There is a moment of surprise at the sound of the gunshot from the other robbers. And then everything starts to happen at once!

Outside, the gunman who was the target of the shotgun blast goes down. His tactical gear kept from being killed by the blast, but he's in bad shape, rolling and groaning, his gun still in hand.

The other two gunmen outside turn and begin firing at The Punisher, though his moving form is difficult for them to hit as he sprints at them. The sound of bullets hitting the Battle Van behind him, and the buildings across the street can be heard. People had already run when the vehicles pulled up and gunmen got out, so thankfully there isn't a crowd there. Though people in the buildings across the street hit the floor.

Inside, the spray of water that seems to defy gravity causes some of the gunmen to choke as they inhale water. Guns start to go off as one tries to shoot through the front window at The Punisher, only to have the bullets ricochet off the high end jewelry store's armored glass.

A few of the gunmen stumble due to the water, trying to get to where they can breathe and see. The man with a shotgun is free enough of it he starts to move for a clerk to take her hostage. Another man, with a pistol, grabs poor Mr. Johansen and gets a gun to his head. "Shit. Shit! What is it, cops!?" he asks his men.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
The sound of gunfire has Monet's full attention. She can hear the noise of it. The shooters that are yelling. Their thoughts right before they die. She picks up images of a man walking with a bright skull on his chest. Lovely. She had thought him just a myth.
    And then as Meggan is suddenly going to make her comment, M goes to give her a quick look of thanks. Then she's going to likewise run out and through the area to get out with anyone else. Moving to if they need it grab anyone present to drag them off with her, doing her best to keep her own enhanced strength unutilized just to be on the safe side. She's making a break for it along with everyone else, hopefully. And leaving the gunmen to their fate.

Frank Castle has posed:
You wish it was cops.

Frank hears the rounds hitting the battle van and he drops and turns, unloading a couple of rounds of buckshot in the direction of the outside thugs. He waits until they think they're clear, knowing the military countdowns and routines all too well, that he can predict their movements. If these guys were pros, they were probably trained by a handful of guys. Frank knew that training. And he knew how to counter it.

He moves in rapidly and low, closing distance and using a pistol to do short, bloody wetwork. He blasts an elbow out of one, thrust kicks another in the gut before shattering his kneecap with a bullet, before drawing up and preparing to put a bullet in the head of the third guy...

Matthew Murdock has posed:
A baton comes flying through the air, hitting The Punisher's gun hard enough to knock his aim off from the robber's head just as Frank is pulling the trigger.

"We have enough killing in Hell's Kitchen!" Daredevil says, his second baton in hand and flying to hit the downed man in the head, knocking him out at the feet of black-clad vigilante, "Without adding more to the body count. We can take these people down without killing!" he says.

Daredevil strides forward, ears listening to the sounds of what is going on inside, while other senses are wary of how The Punisher is going to react to having been stopped from delivering that coup de grace on the downed robber.

Dick Grayson has posed:
    Crouching behind the counter, Dick is not hampered in the least by the water layer currently plaguing the crooks. He checks the pistol's magazine and makes sure the safety is off before moving silently to the next counter. Seeing the hostages being taken he curses quietly under his breath, but it was probably too much to hope that it wouldn't happen.

    Unlike Bruce, Dick has no particular anti-gun bias. As a cop, he's required to carry and sometimes use one. He may not have Jason's ability with firearms, but he always scores high on his certifications. To put a finer point on it, he tends to hit what he aims at. And laying down on the floor he crawls forward enough to get line of sight on the goon looking for a hostage.

    But being willing to use a gun doesn't mean being willing to actually kill people, so when the captured pistol barks twice, the bullets both rip into the goon's knee before burying themselves in the cabinet behind him. After that, he combat crawls behind another counter to get away from the position he just announced with gunfire. It's not only snipers who are trained to move after shooting, Bruce is a huge fan of misdirection and never letting the enemy know which way you'll be coming from.

Meggan Puceanu has posed:
Standing in the middle of the jewelry shop, Meggan doesn't make the least effort to hide. The water swirls in centrifugal torrents, thick enough to blur vision like a clouded piece of glass, diminishing sight and certainly sound with the rushing liquid. When the criminals retreat, she widens the circumference swirling around them in restless waves so they can pull in breath. Let the experience be disorienting, outright scary, but death does not stalk their footsteps. Not from her hand, anyway.

Gunshots from Dick still make her start slightly but no bullets hitting her skin is a mercy. Thus she braves a look over her shoulder to roughly where she suspects him to be -- best not to reveal exactly everything. "Can you help the jeweller? I've got the chap with the shotgun."

The spray still pumped into the pipes isn't caught up in her global effect, so she silently directs that to infiltrate the shotgun and dampen the firing mechanism to the point it can't spark. Or possibly it means ramming an entire wave of water through the barrel; these things remain imprecise. Either way it means she makes a very obvious, unmoving target. Batman wouldn't approve; he would have so much to critique, but he was far more complimentary to her the last time she was a cat.

Matthew Murdock has posed:
The swirl of water and the disorienting effect of it all is playing havoc with the robbers, especially given their courage had been under Meggan's subtle empathic assault from the moment they entered.

"Come on ge-!" the leader manages before he gets a mouthful of water for trying to talk. He tries to point at the door and starts to pull Mr. Johansen that way with him.

The other gunmen start to move that way too, not realizing where Dick's shot came from with water flowing into their faces. One suddenly drops. Was that Oliver Queen putting to use those skills he gained on a far away island?

Two of the men with assault rifles make it to the door and start to head outside. The others are near behind, but fighting the water.

The guy with the shotgun seems to realize Meggan is somehow responsible for the water. He points his gun at her and pulls the trigger, only to have nothing happen. Swearing - the word cut off by gagging as the water gets in his mouth too - he swings the gun at Meggan like a club.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
And M gets the impression she's the only one that's in immediate line of sight in the chaos amongst Meggan and her attacker. Monet goes to quickly dart around the man as he charges towards the blonde to swing his gun like a club. Her intent is to just go up and over to snap her wrist over his shoulder, and snap it over like a twig if possible, crippling him and letting him drop down hard. Then if she can quickly pulling away before it stands out too much and hopefully leave the man as juust another sort of background casualty of this. Not going to kill him..

That's beneath her. But she can make sure that his physical recovery will be long, painful, and agonizing from having his shoulder joint hopefully reduced to a thin powder.

Frank Castle has posed:
Frank Castle shakes out his hand as he's disarmed or, at least, as close to disarmed as Frank Castle can ever come. The Punisher glares at Daredevil and shakes his head, "Not enough, I say. Not enough until they're all in THE GROUND WHERE THEY BELONG." Frank drives a steel-toed kick into the base of the fallen thug's spine, drawing a sharp cry of pain, but Frank turns away from the whimpering man.

"You god damn knights always ridin' in on your white horses and thinkin' a few kung fu lessons or some fancy superpowers mean you got the right to tell me right from wrong. Well, let me tell you, buddy, I know right and wrong. I know evil when I see it. And I know what to do about it. And if nobody else has got the balls or the guts to do it, well, that's where the Punisher comes in," he says.

He sees glimpses of costumes and magical bullshit happening through the window of the bank and spits on the ground, shaking his head. "They're all yours," he gestures, heading back towards the van.

Dick Grayson has posed:
    Escaping criminals are bad, but nowhere nearly as bad as a hostage, So rather than going to block the door, Dick turns towards the crook holding the old jeweler hostage. He's still staying low and behind counters so he doesn't present a target. He considers trying to get the guy's attention in hopes that the thug will point his gun away from the jeweler and give Dick a chance to deal with him.

    Slipping his hand into his pocket he pulls out the small canister of Mace, then whips it across the room to hit the front of a cabinet near the criminal. The man involuntarily turns his head and more importantly his gun towards the sudden noise. Obviously not a professional criminal then.

    The captured gun fires again, the bullet tearing through the wrist of the man's gun arm. With a cry of pain he drops his gun, and as soon as he does, the jeweler punches him and pulls away, walking quickly towards the rear of the store.

Meggan Puceanu has posed:
A punch to the head is better than the terrified clerk, for all that Meggan is essentially rooting herself to take the blow. Her shoulders square up to anticipate the strike, whether double-handed or something else. But the strike isn't going to come to pass as M steps in to stop him from making another poor life choice. Crunching bone or grinding joints elicit a sound of sympathy out of her, regardless of the inherent violence in the system. "Thanks, he was being a right--"

The thought isn't completed with the last of the men running through the door, sprinting for what appears to be safety. A flick of her fingers sends the remaining globes splashing down their torsos and onto the ground, where they can be a tripping hazard for them to slip on. Matt and the Punisher, a person practically of legend, have a few more to put through the grinder. Mostly she sees fit to lean quietly against one of the cases, head down for a moment or two. "What sodding jerks. That all of them, or anyone else to help?"

Matthew Murdock has posed:
Monet makes sure that the shotgun wielder is going to spend a bit of time in an arm cast for that shoulder, the man crying out in pain as he writhes on the ground.

Dick Grayson manages to free the elderly jeweler, who retreats to check on the guard who was shot. His vest took the worst of it, thankfully, and he's finally getting to his feet and regaining his gun that was taken from him.

Anyone else who makes it outside finds a baton waiting to thump them in the head and take them down. Daredevil pulls a belt off one downed person after another, tying them together. "Can someone call for some ambulances?" he asks the remaining people inside.

Down the street the sound of approaching police sirens can be heard, the boys in blue finally responding to the alarm after fighting through evening traffic to get there.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Now the man is down. Monet goes to give a low nod over at Meggan, and then goes to look down at her outfit. Ruined. And she can't even get some decent jewelry from it -and- her attempt to get close to one o fthe pretty boys has gone down the drain. Alas.

An irritated look on her face as her hopes for the evening have been dashed, and she's going to have to get -rid- of this outfit thanks to water damage and buy a replacement. Waste, waste, waste. She's irritated, even as she goes to leave through the back door.

Frank Castle has posed:
Frank Castle gets back in the van and slams the door, not even looking back over his shoulder as he tosses his gun angrily onto the passenger seat. Three days, wasted. What he gets for trying to mess with property crime. Those psychos just seemed to juicy for him to walk away. Ah, well.

He tried to avoid fighting with the masks when he could. Most of them meant well enough, even if they were soft and a little thick.

Dick Grayson has posed:
    Inside the store, Dick sets the gun to safe before pocketing it for the moment. He pulls out his wallet, taking the badge out and pinning it to his jacket. That done, he heads over to the thugs he shot, tearing the sleeves off their clothing to use as makeshift bandages so they don't bleed out before the ambulances arrive. The rest of his evening will involve the paperwork required for a Gotham cop shooting perps in New York.

    What fun.