@lord_naru:
Earlier
The office of the Gothic District Attorney felt grim as Alexander Rook stood staring out the wide government window. His city was falling and their public servants were falling with them. He needed allies, in both terms as the Vigilante Vex and in the political ring as Alexander Rook. Good intentions were hard to come by these days as news of war in Venezuela and a new growing dictatorship threatened the Ukraine. He still held hope, however. Hope that he was not alone in his fight against crime, particularly in Gothic, the place he loved and called home.
"Mr. Rook."
His secretary broke him free his dismayed view upon the outside and he turned to her with a false smile, concealing his worries through pearly white teeth.
"The police just called. Apparently they shot down a aerial transport that was rumored to be carrying soldiers and members of a underground terrorist organization. They insist that you shelter yourself in this building's safe house."
This couldn't come at a worse time
"I'll meet you there then."He responded ushering her out of the room. She seemed hesitant to leave, but did so anyways. Alexander was an intelligent man and physically intimidating for a man at his age. He could take care of himself and she was well aware of that.
Now
The wreckage was hard to miss as smoke rose to the sky from the burning frame of the carrier. Vex was highly opposed to using RPG's or any weapons that could cause massive destruction, but he understood that the police were on edge. Not taking any chances on incoming threats or outside forces.
His fingers gripped the bricks of the building where the aerial vehicle landed as he made his way upwards in a rather fast pace. He performed a perfectly executed front acrobatic flip at the final few feet of the building, his kevlar reinforced rubber boots landed like feathers as his lower body met the roof top. It would be an amazing feat if someone, anyone would survive the crash. Yet, this was Hydra, infamous for being persistent.
Almost as if they were waiting for him, a small squad of 5 men swarmed out of the wreckage with advanced weaponry that Vex had never seen before.
Shit.
The screeching of the bullets ricocheting off the concrete howled while Vex moved through the hail of gunfire like water. His fluid movements and evasions were impressive through years of hardened training and this was childs play. Until what looked like the leader emerged with a much more menacing weapon.
"SHIT!"
He sprinted towards the new target in an attempt to disarm him before he could pull the trigger. The closer he reached he tossed an eagle shaped boomerang at the assailant's head while simultaneously sliding with his left leg leading forward.
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