Super Hero RPG

[raptor titanus3]

Ivan and Boris had gone to several meeting points thoughout the week. There was only one left that they hadn't gone to and they had arrived early to make sure they wouldn't miss the employer this time. "Are you sure he'll be here this time", asked Boris in an impatient tone. Positive this is one of the last sights and nobody comes by here so he really wants to stay a secret", stated Ivan. So they waited for this mystery man to show up.

[dinoman666]

A pair of green eyes stared out of the dark alley at the two newcomers. "Finally here, I see," the figure hissed. "Alright, let's get this business over with, shall we?"

[raptor titanus3]

Boris didn't like surprises and whipped out his sidearm with lighting speed and aimmed for where the sound suddenly appeared. "Brother please", Hissed Ivan as he forced his brother to lower his weapon. "Sorry, my brother is very high edge","If he hadn't just appeared out of nowhere", Stated Boris. "That is not how things are done", Replied Ivan. "Now let us talk about our bisness contract".

[dinoman666]

Scinter stepped out of the alley, looking down at the two newcomers. "Alright then, here's the deal." He pulled an oversized pistol out of his vest pocket. The gun had a particularly long barrel. "This is your first prize. Give me the first half of the payment, and you get this. Come back tomorrow with the rest of the money, and I'll give you the rest. Want to see a test?"

[raptor titanus3]

Boris stared at the weapon with no interest, he stared back at the arms dealer and said "what makes you think I need a poor remake of the Foehammer .50 pistol, the recoil off the thing is so bad you have to be made of steel to use all the rounds. Besides I have my brother's arsanal to use with no payment on using any of them". "If you happen to want somebody dead then I'm the right guy to do the killing", stated Boris. "Yeah besides your weapon can't even use a silencer it's a police weapon ment to penetrate hyperhides, like the ones mutant supervillians have, though the weapon is new and someone will want it from me so I'll buy it from you here and now", said Ivan.

[dinoman666]

Scinter stared at Ivan for a moment, before turning and firing the gun. It went off with hardly a sound, but the resulting bullet slammed into the brick wall next to Scinter and kept going, leaving a smoking hole in the wall. "This isn't some poor remake, buddy," he hissed dangerously. "It can penetrate brick walls like tissue paper, and over five feet of solid steel. As for supervillains--or heroes, for that matter--let's just say this is the universal kryptonite, okay?"

[raptor titanus3]

Boris was shocked and wondered how that could have happened coming from a Foehammer. Ivan on the other hand suddenly relised this weapon wasn't what they thought it was. "Ah.... brother", said Ivan. "Yes Ivan", asked Boris. "That isn't a Foehammer, well it is but it's the mark 2, big difference in performace, little difference in look", Stated Ivan. "Ohhhh...... that would explain that", pointed Boris at the hole. "Do you take credit cards", asked Ivan.

[dinoman666]

"It's not a Foehammer," Scinter explained patiently. "This is a completely custom-made design. I might have stolen the looks from some other gun, but this is completely new. And I have plenty more weapons where it came from." He spun the pistol skillfully in his hands. "Cash only."

[raptor titanus3]

"D*%#, pig-hourding, son of a *&%$#", yelled Ivan in his native togue causing an alley cat to caterwaoul as it ran in the opposite direction the sound came from. Then a window opened and revealed a man who had woken up from the noise. "HEY, YOU SHUT UP'A", the man yelled in a heavy italian accecnt, suddenly the man relised he should'nt have opened the window when Boris took aim with his sidearm. Before the man could duck back in a bullet hit him right in the chest and he fell out the window. "No, you shut up'a", mocked Boris as he stared at the dead body. Ivan though terrifed that this man might have compramised the meeting he suddenly got an idea. "Well, he's not going to have need of it...... let's take his money"!

[dinoman666]

Scinter shook his head. "I'm having second thoughts about giving you this, if you're going to use it to mindlessly kill people for no real reason."

[raptor titanus3]

"No thats my brother's job, I on the other hand will be able to get the materials to mass produce it exclusivly from my gun shop, I have copyright laws I can use to make sure it can't be produced by anyone else, I'll split the profits with you 50/50", said Ivan.

[dinoman666]

Scinter thought about this for a long while, before finally saying, "60/40."

[raptor titanus3]

"You're killing me...... fine I don't like it, but if come with more designs than I'll gladdly stay as a bisness parter of yours, come back here at the end of the week, every week and you'll get your cut of the money".

[dinoman666]

Scinter nodded. "Good. But don't try to haggle with me, bud. I don't take kindly to being cheated." He placed the gun on the ground gently, waiting patiently. "Come over here and give me the money, then pick up the gun."

[raptor titanus3]

Ivan walked over calmly and placed a wad of cash on the ground he had collected from his brother after he had seached the apartment. He then picked up the new weapon and backtracked to the van and drove away.

[Doc 42]

The basements door closed once more, the light clicking off.
A tiny whirring sound came from the motionless machine, its iris's clicking into place and obtaining a hazy green glow. The image reading into his mind gave him static for a few moments and then fizzled into a clear picture of the basement, these being his night vision iris's.

Tonight he would leave this place....

[C S]

The operative in a black form fitting black suit with a belt that wrapped around his body and connected to a strap moving across its torso with bullets stored in the leathery compartments darted across the hallway. By now, the sector's power had been shut off to prevent the target from using any of the base's computer terminals or any other technology to aid its escape. It drew a black pistol in it's right gloved hand, the barrel being retangular and three dim green lights shining above the handle. It's index finger tapped a button on the side of the gun's frame, the clip clicking as a metal pannel swung down, the soldier putting a magazine up the opening and flipping the clip close. The operative then flipped down a head set, head phones that mounted a microphone and goggles with three settings, heat vission, electromagnetic vission and heat vission. The operative krept down the hall, slowly and quietly. He pressed against a wall as he turned a corner, a blurry figure landing numerous blows against his light weight suit which offered little protection, it didnt seem like armor was needed since the target was unarmed. The operative laid on the ground with dull pain throbbing across his body, his gun thrown to the side, and was being picked up by the eight foot alien creature. Galaak looked to the downed figure. He didnt want to kill him, but if he remained then he could alert the others. Galaak walked over to the downed soldier, putting his gun on the floor for a moment and picked up the soldier, his hands latched onto the operative's suit. He then braced an elbow onto the soldier's throat, cutting off oxygen and in a few minutes, the soldier blacked out. Galaak rested his body down, bracing it against the wall and then picked up the gun. Galaak then jogged down the hallway, slightly slouched over and crouched..

[dinoman666]

Scaletail walked into the shop from his lab below, this time with a small, strange-looking snake lounging around his shoulders. He looked around, trying to find Nebblestrix.

[TyrannoTitan]

A dark shape above the city flew from building to building, each structure blocking out its form for a few seconds, giving it a scattered movement pattern. The creature watched the city below, wings spread out to each side, steadily gliding, unable to see what exactly was going on. The city was always in chaos...and it offered the creature a chance at a meal while those who want to harm it were distracted...

[The Kingpin]

sand pealed off with the creature's claws and axe arm, a very faint red patch visible through a particularly shallow part of the sandy armour, as sand swirled over around him and wrapped into the creature, forcefully prying it off and hurtling it into a car, the vehicle bending to an almost 90 degree angle and tumbling away with the creature, the car's wreckage being crushed and wrapped around the creature as it went tumbling down the street for several feet and crashing into a small barber' shop, Gaara getting up, staring up at the creature hatefully and tiredly. he absolutely HATED Symbiotes...they were immensely difficult to kill...and their adaptability made trying to disable them even more difficult...