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On a Wing and New Technology ((Open))

After getting a small feeling working with a bunch of heroes to bring down some supernatural goings on in the city, Vesper determinedly updated his gear. A few test runs and some tweaking, he now had a fully upgraded suit. Now, the bat-suited man was trying to get back on regular patrols. With his recent engagement and his father in town for business, he had been a little lax on getting out.

An updraft helped carry him higher as he looked for action. He felt the need to put feet and fists into good use. Or maybe the new gear needed a night out. Either way he was scouring the streets with his hearing to find something other than noise from televisions that sounded dangerous.

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Vesper held up his left arm. He activated the bracer on his arm and cocked his hand to the right. He grit his teeth as he braced himself for the concussive air blast he aimed at a couple of the suited thugs.

"Meow."

Liza flipped the gun over her shoulder onto the roof, then swung down on top of the formerly armed gang member, to catch him under the arms with her legs, and flip him into a nearby wall, and hopefully, dreamland.

"Since when did the Bat man need a Cat woman to help?" One of the locals asked in aggravation as he turned and saw his friend eat wall and fall into a senseless heap. He aimed at Hellkitten to try to put a shot into her head.

"Crime-fighting date. Who cares? Kill them both!"

Two of the thugs in suits went flying back into some of their compatriots from the force of the air blast. Some were still on their feet, however. They turned their guns on Vesper and started shooting at him.

Vesper's eyes widened behind the green lenses. Well, this would be the time to check out the bullet proof portion of his suit. Even if he moved he could get hit. So he stuck his left arm out again. This time he braced his arm with the right.

He cocked his fist to left. He tried to hold his arm steady as the vibro-blaster fired.

Liza was a moving target, swinging and twisting through the air. She sailed around behind the group of thugs, then pivoted, aiming her feet squarely at the back of one of the gang member's heads.

The vibratory energy from Vesper's bracer threw off the gang members' balance and coordination. Their shots went all over the place before the collapsed into dizzy heaps.

The thug's head jerked forward as Hellkitten's feet hit their mark. He grunted as he toppled forward into unconsciousness. The remaining gang members were turning around to fire at the jumping kitten. They did not particularly care where their shots were going that were not hitting their target.

Down the block behind Vesper, a limo was coming up the street. It looked wildly out of place in the rundown neighborhood. Thumping music was echoing out of the open sunroof along with loud feminine laughter.

Vesper shut off the Vibro-blaster and shook his arm. It had not been the steadiest aim, but he managed to drop the suited gangsters to the street.

He heard the approaching limo and checked over his shoulder. He hoped that was a wrong turn for a bridal party or something. He wasn't relishing reinforcements.

He turned back to the groaning gang members and snapped off two knock-out gas pellets from his right bracer into their midst.

Liza landed briefly, picking up an old tire rim that was laying in the alleyway. She flung it like a frisbee at the gun hand of the nearest thug. then jumped into the air, flipping and turning into a somersault at the thug next to him, aiming her foot at his gun, and then her fist at his jaw as she came out of the tumbling maneuver.

The billowing green gas in their midst did not make the suited gang members feel good about their odd. Though if they were going down, they were going to take that bat-suited freak down with them. Despite still feeling the disorientation effects and starting to lose consciousness, they sprayed bullets toward Vesper. Until they couldn't due to lack of consciousness.

One of Hellkitten's thugs was disarmed by her chakram tire rim. He cussed and held his hand as the man next to him didn't quite get a shot off as his gun was knocked aside and a fist sent him flat on his back.

Bullets that missed Vesper slammed into the windshield of limo, killing the driver behind the glass. The driver slumped forward, and his body weight made his foot go hard on the gas pedal. The limo lurched and then sped down the street.

While Vesper was good at moving, some lucky shots clipped him and sent him spinning. He grimaced as the armor protected him some. He was still going to have bruises to explain.

Though turned around, he saw the bullet-riddled limo speeding toward him. He said something decidedly not American before running at the limo speeding to mow him down.

Liza kicked the dropped gun into a storm sewer, then spun around and kicked the thug with the wounded hand into a nearby wall. When she turned, she saw the car speeding out of control, and muttered a few distinctly American words of her own.

She wondered just how good that body armor of Vesper's was, then she threw her Cat's Claw line out, and swung towards the car to help.

If he messed up this timing, he was going to be in a world of hurt. And he'd be lectured later. He just hoped the soles of his boots had enough cushion.

He managed to puff out one breath before he leaped up to avoid the limo's front bumper and grill. He went feet first into the windshield and smacked into the solid divider between the front seat and the stretched out back.

"Unf." He didn't have a lot of time to struggle out of the almost fetal position he landed in on the front seat. The limo would drive over the thugs he knocked out soon. The dead driver was not going to be any help.

Liza swung down and grabbed one of the unconscious, soon to be roadkill thugs by the back of his expensive suit, and tossed them both out of the way... into an overflowing dumpster, but out of the way. Then she swung back around and grabbed another. The back of his expensive suit ripped when she tried to find purchase on it. Liza was stronger than she looked, thanks to her demonic heritage, but...

"Cheese and crackers, dude, time to lay off the donuts. Or the steroids. Oof!"

((I saaaaaaw that!))

Vesper would be most put out if he ran over his one-time teammate. So, he tried to prevent that, too. He yanked on the wheel as he tried to get the rest of his body into a better position. The limo careened toward a sidewalk and barreled toward a building wall.

Vesper grit his teeth and grabbed one leg of the dead driver's pants. He yanked up and slammed it down, hoping he hit the brake. The women screaming in the back of the limo did not help his concentration any.

((He's everywhere she doesn't want him to be...))

Edited 2013-07-16 23:30 (UTC)

Liza tossed the last of the unconscious suited thugs into the dumpster, then strapped it closed with some cable ties that she kept in a hidden pocket under her sash.

There wasn't much she could do to stop a speeding car, at least, nothing that Vesper wasn't doing already.

Vesper was tossed against the dashboard as the brakes squealed. The limo screeched to a halt just inches from the side of a building.

He huffed out a relieved breath and leaned against the radio. Too close.

Liza quickly finished cable-tying the remaining thugs to each other, and then to a convenient light pole.

She walked over to the car.

"Everyone OK in here?"

Vesper gave the other hero a weak thumbs up. Then he tried getting himself out of the front of the limo after shutting the vehicle off.

"I'm fine. I don't know how the passengers are doing." The divider between the front and the back was a heavy, very dark glass. There was a fresh round of screaming now that their ride had stopped.

Liza tried the door handle, and finding it stuck, she spun around and kicked the hinges to pop it open. She offered Vesper her hand to help him pull himself out of the front seat.

Then she called out to the backseat passengers, raising her voice to be heard through the glass.

"It's ok, you're safe now. We'll have you out in a jiffy. Is anyone hurt in there?"

Once some of the screaming had died off, one voice traveled through the divider glass. "Esse calhorda nao tem culhões. Que porra é essa?"

Helena Beltrame Lopes was shoving some of her fellow limo occupants off her lap and brushing champagne off her blouse. She shoved and crawled her way toward the door.

Vesper took the offered hand because it gave him more purchase when he found his butt stuck between the dashboard and the seat. He eventually popped out of the driver's compartment to hear a voice he really wished he hadn't.

"Well, one of them isn't hurt," he noted to Hellkitten.

"I have no idea what she said, but she doesn't sound happy."

Liza eyed the rear door of the limo.

"Should we open it?"

Before either hero could open the door, it was opened by one angry limo occupant. Helena Beltrame Lopes was a tall, leggy woman who looked at home on the runway. Mostly because she was being that she was a model in Brazil.

The woman turned toward the driver's compartment and the anger mixed with confusion. "É mesmo?"

She blinked at the pair and more specifically the man dressed like an anthropomorphic bat. "... Vesper?"

"That was not the language of happiness," Vesper agreed. He tensed up when the door to the back of the limo opened.

His wings opened with a sching when the model noticed him.

"That is what I am called," he said carefully. He was braced to grab Hellkitten around the waist and flee if need be.

Liza raised an eyebrow at the wing action.

"Friend of yours?" She muttered under her breath to Vesper.

Then, louder, she asked the woman: "Are you injured?"

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