9831/Evening Patrol

Evening Patrol
Date of Scene:	26 January 2022
Location:	The streets and alleys near Titan's Tower
Synopsis:	Kian, The Flash, and Arsenal capture a group who attempted to murder a cop. The officer is safe in the emergency room, and the bad guys are busted!
Cast of Characters:	Roy Harper, Kian, Wally West

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Roy Harper has posed:
    What started out as, you guessed it Sports Fans, eating at Titan's Tower turned to conversation about there never being anything to do, which turned to a decision to go patrolling.  The current location: the rooftop of Chemical Trust & Loan Bank, five stories off the ground.  Arsenal squats at the very edge of the roof, peering down to the street below.  A slight breeze could blow him off at this point, but he seems utterly fearless of the height.  His head moves back and forth as he watches people passing.
    "How long you been doin' this, Kian?" he asks.  "The whole heroing thing?"

Kian has posed:
    "Not long enough, I think," Kían replies dubiously, the Rannian translator giving him a clarity of speech he still hasn't quite mastered without it.  "I've been on Earth nearly two years now, and I'm still getting used to it.  Especially now, with what my q'San… sorry, what the Imperial princess told me when Terry accidentally rabbit-holed us to my world."  Whatever that was, he doesn't clarify.
    "So let me see if I have this right—instead of waiting for trouble to come to us, like it always does, we're actually out looking for it?"  He sounds dubious at best—and if Roy isn't bothered by the height, Kian is completely indifferent to it… but he would be, wouldn't he?

Wally West has posed:
    The Flash chimes in, "Yeah, I mean people are in need, it's not always waiting for big bads to strike, sometimes you go out looking to help people.  That's the job," Wally says trying convey the wisdom he's received from the older generation of heroes.

Roy Harper has posed:
    Roy smoothly stands up and moves a bit farther down the roof.  He tugs a small electronic device off his belt—a portable police scanner—and turns it on.  He watches Kian flying there and shakes his head in amazement.  "I don't know which I'd rather have, your flying…"  He nods in Kian's direction.  "…or your super speed…"  He nods in Wally's direction.  "Either one would be amazing."
    The police chatter is pretty tame right now.  Some larceny investigations.  Someone playing their music too loud.  A domestic.  Roy sits down on the edge of the roof.  "So you never went out patrolling, Kian?"  There's no judgement or negativity in his voice at all, but he's definitely surprised.

Kian has posed:
    "I have," Kían says, "but not often.  And I am usually what they call the 'eyes in the sky'.  Engaging in violence is… I don't know if I can explain it.  It just doesn't happen on our worlds, outside of gross mental illness.  But…"  He shrugs.  "I am on Earth now, and I need to learn Earth ways of handling certain things.  Even if they don't make sense."
    He adds, after a moment of reflection, "Well, okay, I have not had any trouble dealing with robots and other non-living threats.  With any luck, if something happens, it will be a thing and not a person."

Wally West has posed:
    "Honestly Roy, it's not all that great to be as fast as me.  Always hungry, every chick I try to flirt with hits me with the 'fastest man alive' joke.  aAnd everything is in painfully slow motion.  But when you just get to run to just let go and really run, it's amazing," Wally says flippantly.
    "Perhaps it won't be a thing at all to fight?  Check the fire scanner too, there might be people in danger," Wally says with a slight yawn.  The Flash is a day time hero usually.

Roy Harper has posed:
    The double report of two gunshots ring out in the night followed by the loud crashing of metal.  Someone in the passenger seat of a black Dodge Charger just fired two shots directly into a police vehicle, which swerved off the road and crashed into a parked car.  Whether or not anyone in the police car was hit is still unknown.  The squealing of tires fills the night as the Charger speeds away.
    "Shit, can you call it in, Kian?"  Bow out.  Grapple arrow in.  Roy fires it against the side of the building opposite the one the trio are standing on.  As the arrow hits, four anchors flick out and imbed into the wall too.  And then it looks like Roy jumps to his death!  But there's a monofilament line attached to the arrow, and Arsenal swings into action as he descends to the ground to check on the police vehicle.

Kian has posed:
    Kían hears the shots, and sighs at Wally.  "Of course, we're not that lucky.  I trained for accidents and natural emergencies, not… nnh."
    Kian quickly makes the report, and dives off the roof without a second thought, though he doesn't descend too far.  Over the T-Com, he asks, "Which vehicle is the dik-heds?"  Yeah, someone has spent too much time around Vic.

Wally West has posed:
    "Roy!  Check on that cruiser make sure no one is hurt.  I'll get the shooters!"  As soon as the words leave his mouth, The Flash is gone.
    The Flash appears jogging next to the speeding charger's driver side window.  "Hey, guys."  He knocks on the window.  "Pull over."
    The criminals look at him in confusion.
    "Pull over!"  The Flash's request is met with gun fire which he easily dodges.  "I really wish people would be reasonable about these things."  The Flash moves in front of the car, pries open the hood in on a red and silver blur the engine is disassembled.  It's left in pieces stroon about the road.  The Charger slows to a stop.  "I did ask nicely for you guys to pull over."

Roy Harper has posed:
    With practiced, athletic ease Arsenal drops to the ground.  "The name's Arsenal," the masked vigilante with a secret identity murmurs under his breath as he looks in on the police car.  There's one officer in the vehicle bleeding from his shoulder.
    "Sir, you were shot.  How bad is it?" Arsenal asks the police officer.
    "It ain't bad, kid," the veteran cop says back.  He's never seen Arsenal before but he's no stranger to costumed heroes and vigilantes.  "I already radioed in for an ambulance and back-up.  Go get that sonuvabitch."
    Arsenal stands up tall and peers down the street.  He can sort of just see the vehicle and the engine piled next to it.  "Oh, I think you can consider the sonuvabitch gotten."
    He glances skyward to check on Kian.

Kian has posed:
    Kian dives down sharply; obviously he's nowhere even remotely near as fast as Wally.  He alights on the other side of the already-disabled car from his teammate.
    Granted, a five-foot-nothing birdman is probably not all that visually intimidating, even with his wings slightly spread.
    A five-foot-nothing birdman with his wings slightly spread, limned in a blue glow and with tendrils of electricity crackling around his hand—still open, not a fist—might be something else again.
    "I do recommend surrendering quietly," he says perfectly reasonably.

Wally West has posed:
    The Flash returns to Roy's side.  "Okay, tag out, the bogies are on foot, do your thing I'll get him to the hospital."
    Wally then helps the officer out of the car.  "Sir, I can get you help faster than any ambulance."  He then picks him up and they disappear from the scene of the crime.
    The Flash arrives at the nearest emergency room.  "I have a police officer that has been shot!  I need help for them ASAP!"
    Nurses and ER doctors rush to him to take the wounded officer.

Roy Harper has posed:
    Arsenal blinks.  He looks to his left then immediately to his right as Flash zips in, blurts out instructions, and zips out.  "Wait you're what what?" he says in confusion.  "Why do you ju…."  But he stops because he realizes he's talking to himself.  Literally.  The Flash has probably already gone to the hospital, dropped off the cop, gone home, taken a shower, met a girl, got married, raised a family, and retired by now.  "Fuckin' speedsters," he mutters.
    On the comm: "Kian, can you contain them?"  Roy's probably two blocks away and he can't speed or fly.  He starts running down the sidewalk at top speed, which by non-speedster terms is actually really fast.  He's quite athletic.

Kian has posed:
    "I think so."  Kían doesn't sound wholly confident, but confident enough that it's not a dire emergency to get there.
    He flits up and perches on the hood of the car, and addresses the occupants.  "Your vehicle is wrapped in a field of static electricity," he explains, drawing a spark up with a fingertip.  "If you try to get out, you will receive a very unpleasant shock.  If a weapon is drawn, you will receive a very unpleasant shock."  He sounds not unlike a kindergarten teacher explaining the Way Things Are Going To Be to a few unruly students.  "I don't want to harm you, but I can be made to.  Please don't make me.  None of us will enjoy it."

Roy Harper has posed:
    As he runs, Roy pulls two very different arrows out of his quiver.  Running, apparently, doesn't seem to affect his ability to load and aim in the slightest.  He's done some amazing trick shots while jumping, flipping, falling, etc.  Running is nothing.  First shot… arrow away.  While it's still flying, second shot… arrow away.  The second arrow is in the air before the first one, just a blunt, metal-tipped arrow smashes through the safety glass of the car's rear window, leaving an opening for the second arrow—knock-out gas—to enter the vehicle.  Within seconds, all of the car's occupants are unconscious just as Arsenal arrives at the Dodge Charger and come to a stop.  He ran quite far, quite fast but doesn't really seem that winded.
    He grins up at Kian and gives his teammate a thumbs up.  "Dope job, my dude!"

Kian has posed:
    Kian flits up and away when he sees incoming arrows.  He's sure they're not aimed at him as such… and he's also sure he doesn't want to be around when they go off, whatever they're intended to do.
    And drops the static field.  It's done its job.
    He alights to the left and slightly behind Arsenal.  "I'm going to assume that's good?  I thought 'dope' was… oh, never mind.  Earth idioms are still a problem…."