2363/Rumble in the Bronx!

Rumble in the Bronx!
Date of Scene:	06 July 2020
Location:	Bronx
Synopsis:	The Foot Clan tries to rob four stores and gets stopped by 5 heroes.
Cast of Characters:	Alopex, Kainashi, Casey Jones, Raphael, Sally Pride, Leonardo

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Alopex has posed:
Rush hour is the absolute -worst-.

Horns honking, sirens blaring, people cursing. Add to it the 80 degree summer, hazy, hot, humid, there's not much worse to flare up tempers. That's why it is the perfect time to go commit a crime. The general public will not give two @#&$'s what's going on beyond their car and the ones around them.

A pair of white economy vans pull down an alley out of the gridlock coming to a halt behind a few shops. They park and people start to spill out. Most of them are in what you would expect of common street thugs and criminals.. except for the headbands. They all seem to have them. That's the odd part. There's a huddle of the large group, an then they dart in all directions. They aren't just taking down one place. They're taking down -four-.

High above, ice is being pulverized between a lot of teeth and some white fur.

It. Is. Too. Hot. For. This.

And yet, watching the troupe pile into the four businesses, a jewelry shop, a pawn shop, an electronics store, and a delicatessen, are all being hijacked at once. The fox winces, pulls out a phone, quickly sending a text to EVERYONE IN HER CONTACT LIST, and then she starts down one of the fire escapes.

<<I'm at Lane and Fourth, there's a whole bunch of goons hitting a lot of places all at once from the alleyway between Lane and Washington. Need Help. ASAP>>

Hopefully help shows up.

Kainashi has posed:
    The fox already has the brawn covered, as Kainashi's ears prick up, crunching down on a carrot stick as she leeeaaans over the alleyway, then hops accross and begins to drop down on her own, clad in black as she mirrors the mutant fox's movements with less grace and 100% less floof.

    Sheds at their place is no joke.

    The scarred mutant canine comes to a half about the second floor, easy enough to jump down, her ears risking up as she takes a mental note of the counts -- every muscle on her body tensing in preparation for a fight, her tail stiff and held like a banner, her ears pricked as she turns her gaze to Alopex, waiting for the sign to go.

Casey Jones has posed:
Casey Jones actually has his gear this time, throwing it own quickly before jumping into his pick up, leaving Mrs. Alden's Dodge up on the lift. He steps out and zips up his jumpsuit, heat or no heat, laying a baseball bat on his shoulders. He wasn't afraid of a little sweat. Guys are supposed to stink a little bit.

He starts to stalk forward, his hockey mask pulled down across his face. The ninjas can do stealth all they want. Casey's style is a little different.

"Hey, shitcakes, come over here and get your face creased!"

Raphael has posed:
Daylight is not the best time for a turtle to be topside, stealth or not. However, there have been some serious things going on up on the surface, and some of them require a delicate touch to deal with.

Delicate is not something Raphael would ever be mistaken as.

Neither is the Nightwatcher, which is the compromise Raph's gone with for now. It's still a bit early, but the Eveningwatcher just doesn't have the same ring to it. The brothers are busy with their own stuff, he wanted to go get a little 'exercise' in, and this is how he ends up in the vicinity on his motorcycle - one that has absolutely no turtle-related things in its appearance whatsoever.

The armored biker is only a few blocks away when word reaches him through the contacts. Does Alopex have the Nightwatcher as one? No, she does not, but she does have Raphael, and while he's hiding his identity that doesn't mean he isn't taking advantage of the communication benefit, if only to keep up on anything going down, and this qualifies.

Revving the engine, he cuts down a side street to get away from the main traffic. He's not going to be late to a fight this time around. It won't be a repeat of Rupert's.

Sally Pride has posed:
Rush Hour is a great movie, but a terrible part of the day, any day and every day. New York Rush Hour just makes it even worse.

It's terrible enough that even a gearhead doesn't want to be driving at that point. But there were other errands to be dealt with.

Which is good, because driving and celphone are also a bad combination. Sally pulls the device from her pocket and holds it up to her ear to hear what the fox says. ".. Oh really?" The lioness turns as the shop door chimes, and hunches down a little to peer between the shelves at the headband-bearing creeps trying terribly to look like they're 'just browsing' while making their way towards the counter. Ears tense up as she lowers her voice. "Yep, got eyes on a few of them. Electronics store."

She pauses, as there's probably some questions on what she was conveniently doing there already. "Car stereo. And pet needed some new toys."

If Lindsay was here she'd make some sarcastic remark about it being delicate computer equipment that had to be ordered through less than favorable methods to avoid her former employers picking up on it.

But she's not here, so Alopex is probably just wondering what kind of pet that bunch of weirdos would have since she's not in on the joke.

Alopex has posed:
        Jewlery:

The pup wouldn't have to wait very long. Once the pair were on the ground, Alopex makes a motion for the Jewler and then rushes in, using the same broken in door the thugs used. Inside, there are 4 of the mooks, one holding the cashier at gun point, with a shotgun, while the other three proceed to loot the place, taking special notice of diamonds and gold, but piling in anything else that will fit in their duffle bags.

"Okay that's en--" Stop. Pause. Glare. Headbands. Footprint. .... "No. Nevermind. You don't get a warning," the fox explains before leaping for the one with the shot gun. One round kick later, the man has crashed into a display and the weapon goes clattering away. The other three get the same look, realizing who they're about to fight and they all start scrambling for the gun.

        DELI:

Mr. Hockey mask is just stared at by the quartet of men inside, along with a lot of frightened diners who just wanted to get some dinner before heading the rest of the way home. One of the thugs, a bit taller and more built than the others, rolls his neck and just stares down Casey. "You and what army?" The other three laugh. No guns here, looks like.

        Pawn:

The Nightwatcher's route would bring him to the Pawn shop before the other three. Granted, they're all close to each other, but that's just the route he'd find himself on. If he can get past all the traffic, he'll find a similar setup as the others. Four jerks, rummaging the place, looking for the more valuable things. Here, however, the owner is tied up to a chair while the others ransack the place. One is working the vault with some pretty high-end looking tools. Same headbands though...

        Electronics:

The four at the electronics store are the only ones really trying to be stealthy. Maybe they had a little more training than the other mooks, but the objective is the same. Get the goods and roll out. One of them is -really- eyeing all the cell phones. Communication is always good, and it's also what they were told to go get so... in a few moments they'll likely be all over it. The one at the rear of the four is slowly reaching for a holster tucked against his back.

Kainashi has posed:
    Alopex would find the canine hot on her heels. She gives a low snarl, the fur on the back of her neck rising up in hackles as she sees the one threatening the cashier at gunpoint, and when she moves it's for the discarded weapon, sliding in amongst the broken glass and discarded velvet displays, looking to grab the weapon and bend its barrel into a bent V, to ensure it couldn't be used. Her eyes narrow, her teeth bare, and she just *dares* them to take her own, scarred face and all. Seems Kainashi was ready and rearing for a fight tonight!

Casey Jones has posed:
Casey Jones cocks his head, "Army? I don't need no friggin' army, fuckboy. I'm a Marine."

Okay, he was a Marine for, like, a year and a half before he got the Section 8, but he still thinks of himself that way. Most of the time.

"I'd say give yourselves up and we won't have any trouble, but I like trouble and I'm gonna beat your crooked asses straight one way or the other," he says, squaring up with his bat, "Just me and Louis here's all I'm gonna need. Unless the ninjas show up. That's always fun. You ever seen a ninja, lunchbox?" he says, then ducks a first shot from the big boy and swings a home run right into his breadbasket.

Sally Pride has posed:
The hand reaching back for the holstered gun is grabbed before it can grab said gun. Followed by being yanked up to twist the arm connected to it in the opposite direction.

By the time the thugs have made their way through the store Sally has slunk to the opposite end of the display shelves she was conveniently out of their view behind, coming around the end so she's behind them. Almost immeadiately her trained gaze spotted the faint rumble of a gun hidding in the back that most people on the street would miss. Naturally that one became her first objective.

His yowl at the lioness twisting his arm is more than enough to get his buddies' attention, so Sally deftly shoves him aside afterwards. Then narrows her eyes farther.

The headbands she noticed.. But now she can notice what's on the headbands much more clearly.

"Well then." Seeing that, she just grabs the cuff of one of her leather gloves to pull it on more firmly, and grimaces. "There's no point in asking if you want to do this the easy way or the -fun- way, is it?"

Raphael has posed:
A glimpse is caught of one of the headband-wearing fools through a window at the pawn shop, just as the Nightwatcher is passing by. Trained to catch small details such as that, the biker dials it down and turns into the adjacent alley, cutting the engine. The phone is tucked away as well. Wouldn't do for the mutants to realize he's packing one, and it'd save the need to try to come up with an answer he doesn't have just yet.

Not wasting any time, the armored, bodysuited turtle with the identity-concealing helmet stomps his way around to the front door, opening it wide to stalk inside. "Yo, I'm lookin' to pawn a few ass-kickings off on someone. What'll you losers give me for a few a' them?" He takes on a fighting stance, classic boxer. There is a heavy-looking chain hooked into a belt as well, dangling from the left hip.

Alopex has posed:
        Jewlery:

Kai wasn't the only one ready to roll faces. No sooner had the first hooligan crashed to the ground she had begun to move for the second, a closed fist racing toward a shocked looking jaw. Shocked because the OTHER one had just rendered the shotgun useless. "Oh Sh-" *PAUNCHED*. Decked. Meets deck. The other two both take some really BAD looking stances which just gets the fox to laugh. "What -are- they teaching you?" she asks before giving a helpless shrug. "Hey. Kai. Show them what real training can do."

        Deli:

The bigger man just guffaws at Casey, "Ha. Just another Man Always Riding In Navy Equipment. Get a life, jarhead!" he barks, swinging, only to be countered with Casey's swing. It's a homer, right to the domer. Timber and all that! The other three lunge for Mr. Jones. They want to put him in a museum, or under one.

        Pawn:

None of the men in the pawn shop pay a lot of attention to what is going on outside. It's only when outside comes inside, like Mr. Nightwatcher there, that they really notice. The owner just gives a muffled cry for help as the others slowly turn to glare at the vigilante. "S'a bit early for halloween, creep. Go mind your own business..." one explains, hefting up a crowbar, "Unless you want to get business from my friend here, plus theirs.." They -all- have crowbars. How fun!

        Electronics

As the not-quite-ninja has his arm yanked, and the gun pilfered by Sally, there's a yelp of surprise. The shove sends him stumbling, letting his buddies get an eyeful of kitty cat. Her question isn't given an answer. They just all start to move in, one straight, the other two trying to flank. The shoved fella just snarls, "Put her to sleep!"

Kainashi has posed:
    Kainashi looks at the two throwing up their fists, and she gives a toothy grin, her ears pricking up as she sinks into a low stance, and then goes on the attack.

    She slings herself in between them, agile and strong, and leaning back to one hand she swings her legs around to try and rob them both of their footing and send one to the ground, and looking to put the other one top over teakeattle and send him over the broken displays!

Sally Pride has posed:
"Not the chatty types? Must be farther in the ninja training than the last bunch."

Sally's tail flicks, keeping her balance as she leans back from the one rushing her head-on. Even a predator big cat can bend a few ways a normal human doesn't. That's enough to make the jerk miss his mark.

Then Sally grabs him and twirls around to toss him into one of the flankers. Unfortunately that gives the other flanker a chance to get on her back and pull, trying to keep the lioness off-foot long enough for the others to regroup as she stumbles back against one of the display shelves.

Good thing this isn't a china shop.

Raphael has posed:
"I was hoping you'd offer. I'm willing to negotiate a little. I can give ya a couplea fists insteada just the one," the Nightwatcher retorts, accent a bit more pronounced while showing no sign of concern that they're toting crowbars. There's no expression to read anyway, which can only make the figure more menacing. "What, youse guys thinkin' you was gonna lift up a manhole cover an' dip into th' sewers when you was done?" he scoffs, gesturing dismissively toward the tools that can double as weapons.

As he advances, he feigns surprise. "Oh, shiiiiit! Youse guys are Foot? I thought I smelled somethin' rotten when I came in." He simply overpowers the first thief, ducking or blocking the expected crowbar attack before coming in with a hard right to the stomach. "Les Gold woulda never let a group of losers like you get one over on him. I'll have ta have a little chat with th' owner when I'm done with ya."

Yeah, this ought to be fun.

Casey Jones has posed:
Casey Jones headbutts another with his big helmet, making a loud cracking sound as he starts to wail on the remaining deli thugs. "No free pastrami on my watch, pal!" he shouts, hitting another guy in the kneecap.

He sees some of the other battles breaking out, "Yo, Nightwatcha, you out in the daytime? That's bad brandin' yo. Oh shit, don't look now, but there are mutant babes out and about," he grunts, taking a hard kick to the gut that bends him over, "That's my spleen, you dick!"

Alopex has posed:
        Jewlery:

This is what training can do! It makes a man out of you! .. or something. It was in a movie. Alopex can't help but smirk as Kai's attack finds paydirt. They both expected to her to go high. They were swinging to counter her attack, only to find one another's jaws, only to be swept up from below right after! Serves'm right. "See?" she asks of the two men before producing zip-ties for herself and Kai. Time to make sure the authorities can deal with these goons once they show up.

        Deli:

That cracking noise was probably the goon's nose. The way he yells, staggers, and grabs at it? Yeah, that's busted. That's why he's making a mad dash for the back door to get to the vans. If he makes it he may just leave his 'friends' high and dry. "Psycho!" Another blurts out as the bat comes around for him. Only one left, and he's not looking to thrilled to be fighting the masked man alone. "Oh eff this, it ain't worth it!" Running? Only if Casey lets him!

        Pawn:

"Negotiate he says. Ha. You're the one dressed up in a suit of armor in the middle of summer. You got water in there, hot stuff? Maybe we can pry you open and find some dinner roasting inside. Soup even? Meh! Bet it'd be awful," the ruffian retorts before swinging. That's when he gets his belly caved in. Ouf. That's when the other three close in, swinging at the terrapin just the same. Well, two do. Another is stabbing with the straight end of the bar. Seems he has the smarts to try and pry off some of that armor.

        Electronics:

Not a word out of any of them. How boring, right? Still, the feline is rather effective as she uses the momentum of one to send them into one another. It doesn't account for all of them, though. When one manages to get in a good grab, another one produces yet -another- gun. Further in training, but they aren't about to let resources go unused.

Sally Pride has posed:
With the guy on her back at least somewhat pinned between her and the shelves, Sally has a hand free to draw her own fancier sci-fi looking pistol to point at the ninja-thug with his gun...

Then realizes that it's probably not a good idea to be firing off an EM based weapon in an electronics shop.

Quick reflexes flip the gun upward, catching the release with her claw and ejecting the battery pack into the gunman's face instead.

Then she finally has a moment to grab the guy on her back and haul him over her shoulders to toss him back to the floor.

Casey Jones has posed:
Casey Jones beats his chest with a gloved fist, "What gave it away? The thirst for violence or my enjoyment of your suffering?" he shouts. When the thug tries to run away from him, he reaches into his pocket, grabbing a heavy hockey puck and gives it a sidearm to catch the guy at the base of the skull.

"GOAL, BABY. RANGERS WIN!"

Kainashi has posed:
    "Aww. And here I was almost hoping they'd be a challenge." Kainashi states, her hackles dropping and re-assuming Friendly Dog stance. "Think the others are having any luck?" she asks, ziptying goons to other goons together, lifting both up, and hanging them off a handy light fixture as she turns to Alopex, rubbing the back of her head "... think anyone else--" she pauses, and tilts her head.

    "Yep."

Raphael has posed:
Wherever Casey and the deli is at, the Nightwatcher either doesn't notice or is too busy dealing with his own group to respond. "Got a mouth on ya, huh?" After slugging him in the breadbasket, he follows up on a two-tap by landing a cross to the chin.

When the others converge on him, he cracks his knuckles beneath the thick gloves, the fingers..oddly shaped. He lets one of them strike his back, to no avail, while grabbing at the one focusing on getting beneath the armor. "Aw, ain't you cute, thinkin' you're gonna get inside all of this." Still leaving the chain in place, he strikes with a headbutt, the crown of the helmet aimed at the poor guy's forehead. "Sorry, I forgot to warn ya, I been told I'm a little hard-headed sometimes."

Alopex has posed:
        Jewlery:

"Too early in training. Way too early. This was probably supposed to be something easy to get their feet wet and, well, we showed up. With friends, from the sounds of it," Alopex muses, ears up, making a motion once the foot members in the place are hung out to dry. Lets check next door.." Which is the electronics store!

        Deli:

The last man standing in the Deli, other than Casey, does not, in fact, get away! Have you ever felt a hockey puck hit you? It doesn't feel good. Which mook #4 just found out. He hits the ice, well, floor, and is likely going to be there until either someone delivers him to the cops or the cops come get him. Whichever comes first. Rangers win? Sure. why not. It's New York.

        Pawn:

CLANG. Yup, that's armor, not just some tin foil. The crowbars may put a dent in it, but they aren't going to tear through it like some sort of paper bag. Only one of them had the bright idea to pry some armor off, but the headbutt puts him on his butt, and then he flops over to the side, out cold. The other two decide to try the same thing, at the same time! Surely one of them will succeed! Right?

        Electronics:

Sally's right. Firing off that weapon would probably do more damage than the thugs have already. The battery though? That hurts enough to give her a moment to deal with the guy on her back. He ends up on the floor, the others are reeling, and the feline has full freedom to do what she likes with them all. They're on their heels, now. Granted, with Alopex showing up behind her, and probably a friend or two, the thugs start backing off toward the rear.

Casey Jones has posed:
Casey Jones will get around to helping others eventually, but first he has to spike the ball a bit. Mostly by doing the Running Man dance over the unconscious baddies.

"Who got their ass kicked? YOU GOT YOUR ASS KICKED! CASEY JONES BITCH!"

Raphael has posed:
The Nightwatcher hmphs as the one who at least went for the armor goes down in a heap. "What is it with you Foot dummies. Why ain't any a' you an actual challenge? Tell ya what. Both a' you against me, and I won't use my hands or my head. Think you got a shot?" He moves his arms behind him while backing out of their range for a moment, hands clasping together as he faces them, looking almost like he's about to bow. Of course he doesn't.

Kainashi has posed:
    "Oh hey, it is the Sausage Fest!" Kainashi calls out as she comes out of the jewelery store, shouting back to Casey Jones as he dances in victory, her tail giving a bit of a wag in recognition. The CLANG catches her attention, but the smells more familiar -- and she goes in low and quick, trying to cut off the route of escape.

Sally Pride has posed:
The goons are making a retreat towards the rear exit? Probably the smartest thing they've done all night.

Without her EM powered stun blaster Sally can't just take them all out easily. But she can make it an experience they won't soon forget.

An angry mutant lioness charging after you can't be pleasant. Remember they're the ones that do most of the hunting.

It's evident in the way Sally dashes up behind them. "Leaving so soon?" True to form she pounces in a way, reaching out to grab for the back of one's head. She's not being picky about which. "Then let me show you the door!"

Literally. As she pushes past the others to slam the one's head into the actual door.

Alopex has posed:
        Electronics:

Everything is settled in the jewelry store. SO. It's good that Kai is headed for the rear to make sure no one gets away. Why? Well, when Alopex first arrives, she can't help but be amused when she sees Sally. "We have -got- to stop meeting like this.." And then the lioness bolts for the retreating Foot. The fox smirks and joins in. One Foot gets introduced to the door, the other is probably about to run into Kai. ... The fox isn't sure which one is worse, but she's chasing to find out!



        Deli:

In the NFL, flags would be flying everywhere. Men in striped uniforms would call penalties. Instead, over at the Deli, the once-frightened diners are now cheering for the masked man. Well done Casey Jones. ... Sure you should be yelling your name, champ?



        Pawn:

The pair left in the pawn shop aren't about to say no. "Your funeral," one chimes, now confident, as he looks to introduce his crowbar to the Nightwatcher's chromed dome. Least he doesn't have blades all over his armor. He could get a ridiculous nick-name if he did!

Kainashi has posed:
    Kainashi gives a snarl as she sees the Foot member running towards her, she braces, and then she launches herself at the foot clan member, her jaws spread wide, showing all those teeth as the scarred canine tries to look as horrifying as possible.

    ANd knock him into the wall!

Raphael has posed:
"You dummies ain't even figured it out yet. You already lost, losers." The Nightwatcher's protected, hidden head is not there by the time the swing passes by, thanks to the fact he's ducked under it while at the same time striking with a reinforced boot at the back of the guy's closest knee, then using the same leg to sweep his out from under him. Arms remain in back at all times, the links of the chain rattling as he moves. "Hey, other Foot dork. You got anything better than that?"

Sally Pride has posed:
"At least it wasn't over food this time," Sally quips over her shoulder.

Kainashi saves her from having to chase the other guy... though now in her rush of adrenaline she's lost track of how many were running this way and...

In the end she just shrugs. If they're smart enough to keep running, maybe they'll get a clue and get out of that bad operation after seeing what they really have to deal with.

She pulls the headband off the guy she introduced to the door, then lets him drop to the floor and holds the strip of fabric for Alopex to see. "I think this is a safe bet this wasn't just some random thuggery."

Leonardo has posed:
It's funny, those guys Sally's chasing. Weren't there more of them? But apparently, while she was mauling some poor mook, another mook...disappeared. Really, he was there a minute ago. And now he's just...gone. The only sign of where he might've gone is an open window. It's up for debate if it's more disturbing or less than having an angry werelioness bearing down on somebody.

Later, somebody will find him in...yep, another trash bin. Always check the trashbins, crooks end up in them frequently.

Alopex has posed:
    With only one Foot left, the last man can't exactly hope to defend himself against the Lioness, and the TRAITOR fox, and anyone else near by. He turns to run, but, you know that saying how you should never do that? Well, he was never taught that lesson. He turns to run but instead is terrified by Kai's expression and blasted into a wall. ... Done. Not dead, but certainly done. "Good, good," the fox muses before producing a few zipties for Sally if she wants to use them. Ears perk again. "You, Casey, me, Kai, I wonder if anyone else showed up.." she wonders since, well, if no one did, at least one place got robbed clean. Well, maybe not so clean. One of the thugs is gone. "... Huh.. Where did.. wasn't there four here too?"

    A yelp and a cry from someone being kicked and dropped answers her earlier question. The mechanized voice though... "Huh.. I guess someone else was in the area?" As for the Last Foot dork? He's got nothing. Oh wait, he does! He dips behind the counter of the pawnshop because there's a GUN back there. A sawed-off shotgun. "I do." He doesn't hesitate to pull the trigger, which, elsewhere, gets a reaction. "That could be a problem," Alopex muses, referring to the headband, but the shotgun report has her more concerned. "That could be a bigger problem."

Kainashi has posed:
    TRAITOR!

    Kainashi pins the guy to the wall, until she's satisfied that he's not going to move, and she drops him. She tilts her head back, and sniffs the air, her eyes closing as she concentrates and tries to figure out who's here -- but the world is full of distracting smells, and someone's making meatballs down the way.

    And then the shotgun report opens up, and the acrid smell of gunpowder. She narrows her ey es, and goes to investigate it herself.

Sally Pride has posed:
Sally Pride takes the ties, using them to cuff the guy's hands. Then goes to retrieve the battery for her blaster, making sure it wasn't damaged by the improptu projectiling, and locking it back into place.

Just in time for shotgun blasts going off, pierced ears perking at the familiar gunfire sounds.

"That's not good at all." She's just as quick to follow after the others to investigate.

These guys aren't going anywhere else now. Onward to the next potential problem.

Raphael has posed:
Finally, the last one still upright finds a weapon that could do some damage. "Oh, someone ain't playin' around no more, is he?" The gun goes off, the boom heard beyond the confines of the pawn shop itself, but the Nightwatcher is already in the midst of diving behind some shelving housing a variety of electronics.

Moments later, something rolls out from behind the display, to the right, and smoke begins to spread from it. He may be playing vigilante today, but he is still a ninja, moving in the opposite direction to use cover in getting behind the guy. No chain rattling, as it's been left on the floor to aid in quieter movement, and there's a tap at the Foot member's left shoulder. When he turns that way, the Nightwatcher was never on that side in the first place, but rather the other. He strikes down at the man's arm, knocking the shotgun loose, then he puts on a sleeper hold grip he obviously learned from watching pro wrestling. "It's nap time, loser."

Alopex has posed:
    Yup. Nite nite. There's a small struggle, but did you know a blood choke puts you out in about 3 seconds? That's how long it takes for this guy to go out, and likely just a second more to hit the ground once Nightwatcher lets him go. ... Just in time for -everyone else- to show up at the Pawn Shop since the shotgun went off. Smoke? ... Well, it is dispating by the time everyone shows, most likely. Alopex is right on the heels of Sally and Kai, but just squints at the armored one. "Oh. You." She doesn't sound thrilled.

Sally Pride has posed:
They will have to worry about where that other guy got off to (or didn't moreso) later.

The shotgun is what they heard so that's the first thing Sally looks for. Thankfully it's spotted lying on the floor and not still being in use. Presumably disarmed from the guy slumping out of Nightwatcher's arms.

"Oh, look who it is." She.. kind of relaxes. Not entirely, considering this guy proved to be a bit volatile as well. "Tall, dark and relentless."

Kainashi has posed:
    Kainashi pauses, her tail taking a little dip as she tilts her head, looking to the armored figure and regarding him with mixed curiosity and trepedation.

    "Huh." she states, rubbing the back of her head.

Leonardo has posed:
Now...the metal suited being...that was new. He hadn't run into that particular fighter before. Leo observes from a rooftop before. That curvature on the back seemed unnecessary for armor. Something inhuman then? But he couldn't be sure. Perhaps if he eavesdrops, he'll be able to hear something in the voice that'll tell him if that's friend or foe. Or some mix of the two. Whoever it is seems to have the trust of the others, but he usually made his own judgment.

Raphael has posed:
Gathering up that chain to hook it in at his side again, the Nightwatcher turns to take in the sight of the others arriving. He's familiar with all of them, and as confident as he may be in his abilities, one can just 'feel' the frown behind the featureless helmet, the voice modulator keeping his identity from being obvious.

"Oh, it's you guys. Don't worry. I took care of them and I didn't need any help. They tied up the owner and.." He was probably going to try to talk him into letting him go with a PS4 Pro or something as a show of thanks, but that idea may be off the table now. "..anyway, they're all down. They got these headbands with a foot on them." That's right. Play it like you don't know what that means. His position within the place gives Leonardo just enough of a chance to catch a few glimpses.

Sally Pride has posed:
"Don't worry. There was enough of them to go around. Tried to hit several places at once." Sally will leave explaining the Foot to Alopex, she's the one that knows them the best. More than she probably likes.

Instead she walks over to pick up the shotgun. Goes through the routine of engaging the safety, checking if there was any more rounds in it, as she was trained to do. "Was this his, or the shop's?" she asks offhandedly afterwards, placing the gun on the countertop.

Keeping firearms loaded is a bit dangerous, but she doesn't really hold that against these shop owners that have to deal with potential robbers on a regular basis.

Alopex has posed:
    Meh. She doesn't like That One, but since Sally started to explain, the fox will go ahead and add the details she .. thinks went on here. "I think this was an orientation mission, to be honest. Something easy for new blood to understand how things work. The ones Sally dealt with were a little higher up, hence they were after, I'm guessing, what they actually wanted. Communications gear. Get some phones, do something called 'jailbreaking' them, and then they can do whatever they want with them. The other three stores were probabily fianancial grabs." Pause. "They aren't going to be thrilled about this utter failure. That's for sure. This was meant to be easy for'em."

Leonardo has posed:
Leonardo hasn't heard anything to give the identity of the metal guy away, other than the unusual shape of the armor. He is at least pretending not to know anything about the bad guys he just beat up. Perhaps he'll slip in some way, reveal something he shouldn't, and he can investigate from there. Leo continues to spy from afar, forever doing things the way Splinter taught him, which is do not engage unknown beings except from the shadows.

Raphael has posed:
Gesturing toward the counter, the Nightwatcher says, "Grabbed it from over there." Seems to suggest it belonged to the owner. Keeping a neutral tone as much as he can manage, he adds, "Oh, so they were hitting up different places? Looks like they picked the wrong day for that." He maintains at least a few feet of distance between himself and the mutants, with Casey also around somewhere, maybe keeping an eye on things elsewhere.

"Whatever it's all about, they got a long way to go before they're anything other than a warmup for..us." A moment's hesitation as he includes them in the boasting, the angle and direction his helmet facing giving away the fact he's looking to each mutant one after the other. Then, he eases back toward one of the side doors. "You guys can make sure the owner's all right. I got other places to be." Sticking around only runs the risk of one thing or another being figured out, and that's not something he wants right now. Best thing to do is to hop back on that bike, roar out of here, and sneak back into the lair.

Sally Pride has posed:
Sally Pride flexes her fingers to flick her claws. "I'll get him." Best to just let dark and broody to be on his way. She disappears into the back to retrieve the owner. Everyone else is probably going to scatter by the time she's done, but that's fine. She'll just go back to the other shop to pick up Lindsay's stuff and head back to the safehouse.

Alopex has posed:
    "Well, keep an eye out. If they are recruiting they're going to be more active... Take Care, Sally." the fox suggests to everyone before slipping toward the back. Vans. She'll just help herself to some of the stuff in those vans and then wander off into the night. Mwahahaha.