= the army goons are walking out of the back door of the cleaned out gold shop, followed by the stronger man donning a barbarian headband and a tattered pair of brown jeans, with a sword at the hilt of his hip, holding the metal lock boxes of diamonds. a weirdo vehicle that looks like a dumptruck spray painted with yellow and blue paint, attached to it are automatic rifles tapped to sides to the bed of the truck. obscenities and dingus doodles are followed along the collage of chaos. it's standby hum is is battling the sound of the ringing alarm bells of the gold 4 ca$h store as the thieves make way
🪖2 - yeah yeah come one let's go now!
🪖1 - Called shotgun this time, I can't deal driving that damn thing!
🗡️ - After that stuff you pulled? No! Get in the dump!
🪖1 - I said I was sorry Yordah! you know how I get when you shove me back there! Every left turn I have to get stay in a corner so I won't move around!
🪖2 - Yeah come on man, we can fit three up on the front seat.
⚡ - Gonna make that four for the road. I love a good road trip after all!
==== the three toys look around frantically
🗡️ - Ah! We got not time for this crap! *makes a run for the driver's side of the dumptruck, before getting jumped from above. in between the way, the stance of a primed armored warrior, wearing a sleek dark green helmet visor combo with a mic attached under the mask, a chest piece of hanging metal and exposed circuity along with a circular dish spinning in the center are the real eye catchers to what is seen a wrinkled speed suit in drab olive that serves as the glue to the pieces that fit with the rest. shoulder pads going down to connect to heavy ironfilled fists, boots going up near knee, deep cut in what looks to be pure steel. the eyes behind the green visor mock up what's underneath, all the dollar-store he-man ever gets to see are the layers of dark rings under the eyes* Sh-~
⚡ - *throws a heavy, risk-free punch across the dude's face* Yeah I shoulda known it were you guys. I thought you guys already got all your accessories collected? Now the Toy Army is doin' smash-n-grabs at closing stores? *tsk tsk* Low blow.
🪖1 - You're gonna regret not leaving it alone man *brandishes the cinder block*
⚡ dryly - yeah. don't hit me with the. cinder block. *jumps over the weak toss of a weak army lackey, driving a jumping punch down his head*
🪖1 - daugh! *blood runs down his nose from the sheer smack of hard steel knuckle brushing the surface of his face*
🪖2 - rope 'im! *the second guarding troop boy takes his useless air-rifle and straddles it on the green guy's shoulder to shoulder* the hell kind of maniac- *struggles with the capture* damn can you both help me out here!?
🗡️ - yo yeah i got ya *brandishes his wimpy little sword, though quickly gets kicked down from green thunder's mighty heavy fat kick of fury, in the scuffle he drops the boxes contents all over the ground* gauh!
⚡ - hup! *breaks free from the grip of the gun filled with air and plastic and pushes back the toy goon against the wall. in a few split takes, he notices the little diamonds scattered across the floor, eyes wide more on the second take, making a smooth whistle* lost me in the sky with diamonds here. didn't think you guys were that desperate fo-gack! *his head gets bonked on the back by store owner that finally followed when his guard was down and out*
👴🏽 - Ay, another one of your damn toys huh?!? Well how you like that?
🗡️ - damn let's just retreat. fall back! the three gangers scuffle around each other leaving the diamonds and body behind, getting into the party dumptruck as the truck drives off when Yordah, capo of the gang, already floors it out as the two army guys try to get into the passanger seat.*
==== the dumptruck slowly drives out as the store owner yells out to the truck overbearing with noise through Marcus's skull, piercing every emotion from the knockout. pain. frustration. anger. tiredness.
⚡ - sir! yield! i am a hero! i am here to protect you out of the situ-
👴🏽 - sure you were! sorry your friends left you behind before the coppers tear you apart! *awes at the sight of his precious diamonds* no! look at this! that's 11k all over the damn road man! rats and piss everywhere aw man!
⚡ - sir no! *gets up carefully not trying to make any moves upon the erratic civilian* i apologize about it, being uh outnumbered and all. i assure you i would have handled the situation if i ~had~ some extra help. *his head turns down the way where the previous hangout spot with this bud occurred, having known he bailed out of the area ticks ago* At the very least no one was dangerously hurt.
👴🏽 - Oh shove it! I want you to swipe these guys up! Piece by piece! Or I'm telling the cops everything is what you've done!
⚡ - Sir be rational about this, I was only tryin to-
👴🏽 - Ahhh I see. Your one of those, uh...trilogy of the justice? No right yeah I believe I signed a thing for you guys.
⚡ - I actu-*realizes he can waltz out free if he just lied :=] )-lly am with the Trinity of Justice! Yes of course! All collateral damages and lost items will be recovered by our....team.
👴🏽 - Well then that's all good to hear. I just want to know what's your-well your "hero" tag or the sort. I would *reallly* like to put a *good* word about you *shit eating grin*
⚡ - Oh of course! It's....Thunder....bolt. Thunderbolt it's Thunderbolt. *making up the lie on the spot, to avoid slipping into the ToJ's radar again, but also-*
👴🏽 - (When they hear about this he's going to get so fired he's going to be locked up and thrown away the key.) Thunderbolt. Got it. I'll be sure to give you ~all the five stars~
⚡ - I thank you. But there's one thing I want to know. What did they want? It's not every day you see any of the troopers to go smashing up a store like this.
👴🏽 - Hm...if it could help anything atleast, they wanted diamonds. "We need only the diamonds." one said. Sounded like they were only looking for any sort of ring that one.
⚡ - No money? This doesn't feel like a targeted hit or something?
👴🏽 - Hey this is one of the nicest parts of Riverstone believe it or not. You don't see many of those Toy Army boys around here unless there's a community parade happening. If anything they thought this was easy pickings. *shuffles his diamonds with a wide floor broom* listen bud i'd like to play private dick with you, but if anything you'd wanna track those clown down before they, i dunno, hit another mom and pop?
⚡ - Right you are! Uh...right Greenbolt on the way! *jumps across the fire exitstair case onto it's grate balcony, he akwardly tries to walk up the stair way to the roof top but gets stuck around all the gratings. he finally makes way onto the rooftop, free enough from any sight to take off his helmet to breathe some fresh air. the swear drives down his roughed face from months of combat, either from the hero days or the war. his hair wet from the sweat curtains down to his top earlobe, looking all cobain like. he takes out a rag out of one of the cargo pockets of his suit to wipe it all down his face.*
⚡ ==== i damn know i'm never gonna catch those guys. even with a dumptruck sticking like a sore thumb, that thing never shows up on the way. ToJ always had trouble tracking down their vehicles and even I would have a better chance of seeing that thing parked next to a Pizza Crust than following it on foot. Let another one down but at least that puts me on a right track. *looks down on the man sweeping his diamonds into a dustpan* Jacob's gotta get his act together. He could have jumped in to help out. I coulda died from those creeps. Coulda died from hi-*phone msg notifcaion from "beerguy"*
🪓: hey dude. sorry about chicken shitting out there. bad habit. will be better next time.
⚡: don't sweat. it. 3 on 1. made it out fine. maybe acute concussion. will be fine dude.
🪓: you might want to know about that gal I was talking about earlier.
🪓: got acute amesia from that concussion too? HA! Transvania, the family gal.we were talking.
⚡: yeah yeah. tell me about her.
🪓: nah she does the whole spiel better than i can.
🪓: besides a real people's person. one of the few toj chucklefucks i respect.
⚡: nice nice. if anything i might need some help with what's going on with the toy guys.
📺: *in cut* -505-3345 is our 24 hour emergency line. Vist now at Cats & Dogs, open this holiday! -news banner plays- Riverstone Late Nite News. I'm your anchor Athur Annmoore. Tonight the top story of Oliver Larson facing -volume fades out to flaming ToJ agent Arsonic (top muscle build with low embers covering his top half of his body, like he's wearing just pants which are coozy white pj pants.) his hand sunk into a popcorn bag as he takes out a few seeds and flares his palm catching the fresh popped corn fall into his mouth at every bite. his other hand on the phone with an angry client.
🔥 - And Mr. Buccola I assure you every penny will be covered. We have the best quality fixers to detail every spot to the point it's like no one stepped a vile foot in that building. --- I do agree. --- The Toy Army are pretty erratic bunch. We'll keep our eyes out for one Yordah Micheal. --- A complaint? --- Why of course! I'd like to know! --- I see. Well then I'll personally take that note to heart. Thank you for the call Buccola. I would advise you to close your store for the clean up in the morning. Take the day off out of the distress. --- Hello? Hmm. *tosses his phone and presses a button on his wristwatch device* Give me information station.
🔥 - Officer Arsonic, Level 4 Access Request.
🟩 - Accepted. How's it going Trace?
🔥 - Yeah let me see an agent's file. We gotta find this Thunderbolt joker.