On a Wing and New Technology ((Open))

[vesper_verde]

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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[ngm_villains]

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.

[vesper_verde]

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.

[hellkitten]

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.

[vesper_verde]

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.

[hellkitten]

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_verde]

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...))

[hellkitten]

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_verde]

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.

[hellkitten]

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_verde]

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.

[hellkitten]

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?"

[ngm_adults]

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_verde]

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.

[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?"

[ngm_adults]

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?"

[vesper_verde]

"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.

[hellkitten]

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?"

[ngm_adults]

While the other models that had been in the limo with Helena all but fell out the back door, the brunette slowly walked toward the suddenly winged hero.

"Aren't you far from home, hero?" She looked him up and down, appraisingly. She glanced at the driver's compartment when she could see the smashed windshield and dead driver.

She gave Hellkitten a glance. "We're just shaken up. Must have been a wrong turn."

[vesper_verde]

"Her family hates me," he muttered in reply. He had to be very careful. He was more afraid of the wrath of Stephanie than whatever his ex could do.

"I go where I'm needed," he replied to Helena. He hoped his voice modulator did not crap out anytime soon. He did relax a little when his ex did not whip out a gun and try to shoot him in the eye.

[hellkitten]

"A little more than a wrong turn for that driver..." Liza muttered softly again.

"Are you sure? We can call an ambulance for you."

Or she could, if...

Liza whispered again. "First request for that new costume? A pocket for a phone."

[ngm_adults]

Helena turned and looked at the models staggering in the street. A couple saw the front of the limo and screamed. She sighed softly before turning back to the two heroes.

"They might need one. We'll need a way to get out of... here." She noticed the gang members tied to a light post. "And maybe some protection."

She turned back to Vesper. "So, the heroes have my thanks for saving us."

[vesper_verde]

"Or a communications system inside your cowl," he replied quietly back while Helena was turned away. His ex still... looked good. He had to admit it. Even if he thought he had better now.

"I'll call in the police." He brought his wings back in silently. It was getting a little heavy and awkward to have them out. He put a finger up by his actual ear to press on the bluetooth component.

[hellkitten]

"Well, now, that's just fancy. Can you play Angry Birds on it, too?" Liza whispered, then grinned.

She stepped towards the group of models and began to try and herd them away from the carnage of the car and the thugs, and towards a safer area of sidewalk.

[ngm_adults]

Helena watched the female hero go round up the other passengers. She avoided the herding and headed right toward Vesper. She did not consider herself a part of the shaky model crowd. She also had to give a message to Vesper to relay since she did verify the vigilante who vexed her father so was in New York City.

[vesper_verde]

Vesper hadn't been paying much attention to what the females on the street as he called in to the police. When he got all the pertinent details in, he shut off his ear piece.

"The police are on their-uh." He looked up and noticed Helena right in front of him. He thought about judo chopping her and running but restrained himself. His tough vigilante cred could not be undone by a model.