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Tommy Shepherd	The first thing you gotta know about Wong's Corner Store is that the kung pao chicken slaps. It's so good. It never stays under the heat lamps for long because it's the #1 item on the menu, the one thing that you can always find at the counter.     Which is why Tommy's here. He's got a craving, big time, and the only thing that'll quell it is that spicy, chicken-y goodness. Sure, it's about as Americanized Chinese food as you can get in the States, but it's still got a kick to it. His mouth is watering just thinking about it.     First, though, gotta pick out a drink to go with it. That's where he is, over at the beverage cooler, when everything goes to hell.     "GIMME EVERYTHING IN THE REGISTER, RIGHT NOW!"     The yell is loud enough to make Tommy's ears ring, and instinctually he ducks down behind a rack of chips. Peering his head around, there are three guys at the counter. The one that just shouted is fairly average looking, but another is threatening Mr. Wong at the counter with a fistful of fire, and the last one is eyeing the place up carefully with his bug-eyes, multifaceted like a... uhh... a fly maybe (Tommy is not an entomologist) and it's only Tommy's superspeed that has him hiding again before he's seen.     It's a good thing that Mr. Wong has fast reflexes too, because he's already hit the silent alarm under the counter. The alert is called out over NYPD frequencies, but a five-car pileup nearby thanks to a distracted driver has most of the local units tied up.
Greer Grant	It was the chicken that had brought Tigra here. This isn't her usual haunt, though no cat feels excluded from anyplace that she wants to be. She had heard about this store and its chicken, though, and with it not being far from the university she decided to check it out. She's here in her human form at the moment, wearing a loose t-shirt and a pair of running shorts and sandals, and had just stepped out of the way of Tommy at the cooler when everything goes to hell.     She snarls in displeased surprise at the shout, echoing in the small market, though it comes out with very little heat in it, in her current form. No speed to help her hide at the moment, but she notices a few things right away, such as the apparent mutants, and the fact that Tommy zipped out of view. This will be interesting.     Keeping her hands up to look something less than a threat she offers in a (mostly) calm voice. "You don't want to do this. The cash truck came about 20 minutes ago, he doesn't have anything. Just leave before someone gets hurt."
Tommy Shepherd	It's a good thing Tommy has no real concept of a secret identity, because he'd be terrible at keeping one. He looks over at Tigra, pale brows drawn together, and opens his mouth to say something -- maybe a warning, maybe just a joke -- but she's confronting the robbers.     And for a few milliseconds, Tommy just lets her. He doesn't have any outdated concepts about women needing protecting in no small part due to spending a lot of time with two very capable mutant ladies (and one very intimidating mutant aunt) so that doesn't propel him forward.     No, it's when the guy with the fire in his hand lobs a ball of it overhand towards Tigra, not directly at her but at her feet, a clear warning. "Fuck off, lady, we're calling the shots here," says the lead guy with the too-loud voice. Then the other guy lets another fireball go, this time lighting up the chip display Tommy's hiding behind.     A yelp proceeds his appearance at Tigra's side. "Jeez, watch it!" he says, patting desperately at his shoulder where a lick of flame has caught his t-shirt.     Then Tommy grimaces. Well... here he is.     "GET 'M!" comes the next yell from Mr. Calling the Shots, and it's almost booming, really, especially in the relatively small space of the corner store. Very likely some sort of meta-based vocal power, because it just edges onto too loud for normal human capabilities.     Fire-Guy advances on Tigra, both hands lit up now, while Bug-Boy stomps over to Tommy and throws what is an objectively terrible punch.
Greer Grant	Welp, Tigra can't say that she didn't warn them. She never said who would get hurt if they didn't leave. "Get down!" she says, probably unnecessarily, to Mr Wong, and then she grabs the hem of her shirt and yanks it up. Nope, she's not flashing flamer-boy, though the shirt is off in a flash, because when it's clear she's got a black bikini top on...and she's turned tigress mode. Another snarl, -this- one with heat to it, as she leaps forward, shirt held in her spread hands as she tries to get it twisted around the flamer's hands.
Tommy Shepherd	Mr. Wong still has speedy reflexes, because when he hears "Get down!" that's exactly what he does. This leaves Mr. Shots very confused, looking between the counter (and the empty space previously occupied by Mr. Wong) and Tigra, who is suddenly furry and also very terrifying. "HOLY CRAP!" the guy yells, now at a near-deafening volume.     His buddies aren't immune to that, and their joint wincing doesn't help them as they go on the offensive. Fire-Guy looks down at his hands, now partially extinguished as their flame is smothered, and then he looks back up into Tigra's face... and gulps.     "I didn't mean nothin' by it, promise!" he says, already trying to back up and free himself from her grip.     Meanwhile Bug-Boy continues with those ineffectual punches. He throws a right hook and Tommy moves left, then he snaps out a jab and Tommy ducks. He's not moving at the super-speed Tigra saw him use before, now it's juuuuust fast enough to continue dodging out of the way. Like he's doing it on purpose. Just to be annoying.     While he's weaving back and forth, Tommy glances over at Tigra and asks, "Wanna throw these jerks outta here?" The New Joisey accent in his voice is a little thick, played up for laughs.
Greer Grant	The sonic mutant's yell may be near-deafening for normal people For her, it is deafening, even knowing it was likely to come. A grimace of pain that happens to show off some very sharp teeth accompanies her recoil from the yell. Unfortunately for Fire-Guy, with her hearing overwhelmed at the moment, she can't hear his plea for mercy. Also unfortunately for him, she wouldn't pay attention to him if she could hear it. Thirdly unfortunately for him, as she steps back, she also yanks on the shirt restraint she's improvised to pull him forward, and then she juts forward to smack her forehead to his. Now, normally when a cat gives a headbutt it's a sign of affection. This is not one of those times.     After the headbutt she'll glance over at Tommy and Bug-Boy, briefly smirking as she realizes what Tommy's doing. Speedsters. Got to love them. "What?!" she asks, well, yells, hearing not yet recovered. "Toss them in the beer?!"
Tommy Shepherd	Fire-Guy goes "ACK!" at a normalish volume and then crumples to the floor like a stack of cards. Just right down to his knees and then fully into a faceplant. Which has got to hurt, especially on account of how he's already going to have a hell of a nasty bruise on his forehead thanks to Tigra.     He won't be lonely for long, though. Tommy allows another couple of awful, flailing punches from Bug-Boy before he gets bored (which happens easily, no doubt, if he's a speedster) and all it takes is one hit, a quick jab in the nose, for Bug-Boy to go down too. "No, I mean kick them out!" and he gestures from the guys now on the floor, over to the door.     Apparently Tommy's a scrappy one. Not super buff or anything, but been in enough fights to know how to handle himself. Unlike this entire crew of would-be robbers, who are doing a really terrible job.     And now that only leaves one of them left. Mr. Shots is open-mouthed, gaping, at his two buddies on the floor. Then he's looking up, staring at Tigra and Tommy, and his mouth opens.     Before he can get out a word, though, Tommy has zipped over to one of the other stands, found the snack cakes, and shoved a whole handful of Little Debbie's into his mouth. Now the last robber is choking and hacking up cake, while Mr. Wong comes around the counter with a fire extinguisher, aiming it at the display stand (still burning) and lets loose with the fire-suppressing foam.
Greer Grant	With fire guy down, Tigra starts towards Voice guy, but then Tommy takes care of him, and she grins in approval. She kneels down, knee on Fire-Guy's back, to redo her shirt about his hands a little more securely, just in case he comes out of it too soon. "Sorry, sensitive ears," she says, gesturing vaguely earward. "That guy's got me messed up a bit." She is starting to recover, though. A quick double check that Fire-guy is down for the count and she stands back up, giving a brief wriggle to settle fur back into place.     Tigra turns now to take a look at Voice-Guy, and with a smirk picks up one of the snacks Tommy used. "Hostess Fruit Pie. I feel like we should be in a comic book right now."
Tommy Shepherd	"Totally understand," Tommy says with a thumbs up to go along with to make sure his meaning gets across. He peeks his head out the front door, the bell overhead jingles a little bit as he does so, but then he's back. "No cops yet. Sorry about the fruit pies, Mr. Wong, I'll pay for 'em."     Mr. Wong shuts off the extinguisher and hauls it back over behind the counter. He shoots first Tommy, and then Tigra, a quizzical look. "What are you talking about?" he asks. "You eat for free!" Then he gestures to the hot case, with its tantalizing smell of spicy, crispy chicken.     And while Tommy and Tigra are making their selection, should they so choose (as if there's any doubt what Tommy would pick) Mr. Wong swings the fire extinguisher across the counter and bonks Voice Guy with it, who predictably falls flat on his face. Groaning, and still spitting out pastry.     Bug-Boy moans and clutches his face. Fire-Guy isn't even trying to get free, he's officially down for the count.     Tommy flashes Tigra a grin and asks, "What do you think, maybe we should pitch this to Hostess as their newest ad campaign?"
Greer Grant	"If you have issues with cops, I can stay with these guys until they get here," Tigra offers Tommy, knowing how it goes sometimes. Fully feline now, she tugs the back of her shorts down to make egress for her tail, and then grins at Mr. Wong. "Don't mind if I do," she says, looking away before Voice Guy gets a bonk. She helps herself to some of the chicken, and gives Tommy a friendly smirk. "It'd probably never catch on," she quips.
Tommy Shepherd	"Probably for the best," is Tommy's response, but before he goes to get himself a helping of kung pao chicken as well, after Tigra. And a big soda. Though he does sneakily leave a couple of dollars on the counter for that, just before he zips away.     But not before grabbing a Hostess Fruit Pie to go! Serve a little justice with your junk food, enjoy a Hostess Fruit Pie today!     ...Yeah, Tigra's right. It'd never catch on.