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Deathstroke
The sounds of commotion seemed to drown out the heavily-packed streets of Star City, long lines of civilians gaped at the magnificent convoy sailing across the roads radiating pure power and security - such sites were inspiring to the common man - an effect that makes it so much more powerful when the source of their awe and security is engulfed in annihilation. "I'm at the designated location, this won't take long - I expect the agreed funds to be transferred within the hour." Ryan spoke into his mic, a monotone robotic hue trailing his voice. Once more he gazed down at the fleet of vehicles, he counted 5 heavily armoured trucks, not a substantial threat - especially given that the nearby overwatch support was... indisposed. Deathstroke wouldn't be worrying about snipers on this mission. Besides, he had hidden in the shadows for long enough - it was time to get out of Grant's shadow, Ryan was his own man - and what better way to make an impression than treating the Elite Star Labs like a ragtag group of bandits? Gotham and Bludhaven were simply uninteresting - in Gotham villains wrestled for the spotlight whilst Bludhaven was a bore, no challenge - but Star City?
Low Crime Rate? Check. Competent heroes? Check. Wealthy industry? Check, it was the perfect time for him to officially bring Deathstroke back onto the grid... and what an impression it would be! Ryan himself didn't hold any vendetta against the ULJ, but it'd be a lie to say he didn't want to bring their domineering vigilante ego's down a notch; didn't every villain aspire to do so, after all? Besides, the thrill of crime was reward enough; the money was just a helpful bonus which allowed Ryan to afford more toys, more toys meant bigger crimes. A truly lovely pattern.
Turning his attention back to the convoy, Ryan smirked giddily; his heart pumping, adrenaline rising, all in anticipation of his grand first scheme, it was time he made his mark on the corrupt stage of heroism.
*click*
In a cascade of flames and brimstone, the bridge erupted and an explosive fiery rain of boulders drowned out the sky leaving a dust storm in their wake, given the area was cordoned off for the convoy, there were no casualties - there are however several hundred people staring in horrific disbelief and fear behind the barricades. Despite the immense sound around them, it was like a gentle moment of calm; and then the moment was fully embraced.
People panicked and scurried about, many running as far from the explosion radius as possible whilst others remained motionless in shock; the Star Labs Armoured Trucks had all stopped in their tracks, stranded between a cliff fall and hundreds of people. The Heavy Duty soldiers formed disciplined formations in defence of an assault. A curious thing, since there was no defence against Deathstroke's assault.
With athletic precision Ryan leapt from the nearby building, his mind calculated and precise in it's conclusions; he held his handguns in-hand, both specialised with armour-piercing ammo, in an incredible performance of athleticism Deathstroke glided through the air not unlike a gymnast, all the whilst he riddled the Star Labs soldiers with bullets - the return fire was as he predicted, sloppy, panicky, inaccurate; their front-line of shield-bearers was slow to react, and by the time they did it was already to late; the Super Villain was upon them, leaping over the basic line with a grace few heroes could boast, before unravelling in a flash of steel and blood, his advanced physicality combined with his skill made his movements too fast for these men to comprehend, many of the Elite tried to flee, some bore their arms against him; only to fire into their own allies before gracing Ryan's blades - he wasn't so merciless as to butcher these people, many of the strikes - blade or no - weren't fatal, the armour they wore was highly effective and his swords did little more than blunt force damage - force still easily able to incapacitate when applied by a meta-human like Ryan. Though the occasional kill here or there - even if not intentional - didn't concern him.
As the sound of gunfire died down into a terrible, screaming, silence, Ryan soon started work on blowing the door off the correct Vehicle, there lay his Payload. What looked like a large, electrical generating weapon, a gun; It could be compared to a 3 foot long taser, yet such a weapon looked designed for lethal force. If Ryan was to hazard a guess, it looked designed for dealing specifically with meta-humans. He assumed it was even optimised for that purpose entirely, regardless - his employer wanted it, so his employer would get it, Deathstroke was never one to question after all.
"Mission Accomplished." He boasted to himself, before scanning the surroundings quickly, it had taken him exactly 3 minutes and 17 seconds to defeat the Convoy, the Emergency Response for Star City would arrive 4 minutes and 42 seconds after an incident at this location. Ryan still had a minute and 25 seconds to escape, more time than he needed really. With the anti-meta weapon in-hand, the new City Villain quickly released a city-block wide smoke bomb to mask his escape; accompanied be a very brief city-wide EMP (which had been set-up with optimised EMP grenades planted on the Star City Power Grid prior to this, programmed to die after the given length of time) which lasted for exactly 1 minute and 30 seconds; he had done 5 seconds better than he'd predicted, all-in-all it was a successful first mission. His employer would be most pleased, as was the man himself.
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