"Like I said five minutes,” Robin eyed the hapless mooks passed out on the floor. All it took was one smoke bomb and a few carefully placed punches. They were probably just some hired men way in over their heads. They never knew what hit them.
It was then that the red haired Robin noticed something strange. There was supposed to be nine of them. Bolting to the stolen stash on the table, she realized that the weapon they just stole was missing. It was then that she heard a strange buzz.
“Crap,” she said as she just barely avoid getting hit by a blight blast. Bolting behind a support beam, Robin screamed “are you crazy? That’s a prototype!” Her only response was to get shot at more. Okay this was bad. There was no way she could even get close enough to disarm the psycho.