by Doc 42 » Sat Jun 21, 2008 5:47 pm
OOC: Since the rpg's creator hardley ever stays here for more than a few seconds at a time and that no one else is controling the police i'm gona do a bit of posting with them tempoairly.
A helicopter hovered over head... a roateing camera on the bottem of it angleing around, aiming at escapeing Viggiliantes.... A police helicopter nearby, its searchlight casting yellow light around the city... The slick blue and white craft's rotors cutting the air with a blue aura to them... Giveing off a gental "Whoop WHoop whoop"
The chopper hovered over a wrecked house where one of the machines had been moments before... A second chopper pursueing said machine from high in the air... Trying to find where it went...
It wasn't long before a camera crew arrived at the scene of the machine The Hand of Justice had helped take down... The police were still secureing it outside... talking to the media.... The hand heard one of the reporters ask the police squad leader "What about the other vigilliantes seen by civilians in other parts of the city?" The officer responded "We thank them for their efforts but urge them to come foreward. The only way we can get anywhere in this situation is if these people come out of obscurity and help the police department directly..." The hand of justice scoffed at the idea of comeing foreward, instead turning and walking off across the roof top... Seeing what else there was to do in the city...
Meanwhile, the cheif of police himself was sitting in his office, refuseing to comment on what had happened yet... He was stareing at the screen of his computer... in the middle of a voice call... A womans voice came through "So, do we have a deal?" He grunted untrustingly "How do I know this wasn't your work? How do I know this wasn't some plot to force me to accept... further than that, how do I know you wont betray me?" She responded simply "Let me think... Because we have been supplying military hardware to the United states armed forces for over 50 years? But most importantly, because you NEED to trust me. You NEED these machines... Oh, and the fact that you called me, and at the same time informed me of exactly what was happening."
The cheif of police frowned and then grunted "Fine. We'll take it." A satisfied voice responded "Great doing buisness with you, officer..." He grunted in annoyance and hung up....
A message appeared on Neeblestrixs computer.
"
Shipment secure. Keep them comeing. Xodia."
The megalomaniac evil genius smirked, leaning back in his chair and contemplateing the success of his latest money makeing venture...

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**** off TT"-Doc 42
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