The next step, backwards [Jermaine/Titans/Invite]

[Martin Christopher Taylor]

It was now time to see if this was going to work or not.


A simple task at first glance, but yet not without it's pit falls, the likely-hood of failure was rather high, and given all the info he had saved from his interactions with Wilson, he knew that two of his most prized finds where of course, running about loose in Jump, playing superheroes and teen idols with that bunch of kids playing like they could save the world... piift really? they we not that good at it since Jermaine and his now grossly over powered gang of thugs where raising hell in random parts of the city, the heist having gone off with little more trouble then a wrecked van, which thankfully, Jermaine himself had possessed the wherewithal to just steal another one from near by, after torching the first one.

Small favors and all that...


Now however, Martin, or rather, Vorac, was ready to step the game up to the next level, which would be decidedly harder than anything as of yet tried, by his hired muscle, and in all honestly, himself as well...


"Hello Jermaine, enjoying the toys and the cash I see." Vorac said with his deep dual tone voice the simple mask of large wrap around sunglasses covering the top half of his face, his simple jump suit and the two holsters filled with guns the standard attire he now wore around his hired underlings.

[Jermaine Manning]

Not even a week into Jump and already Pyro had a job to do. It was a small task that anyone could with the proper know-how and firepower (minus the pun), could pull. With his new prestige group of henchmen, he was able to start the mission which was given to him. After leaving the warehouses some nights ago, Pyro sat that whole night wondering what trouble he could've gotten himself in. Not that he was scared, anxieous for a better word, since this wasn't the first time he had made deals with potential devils (Hell, he was dealing out contracts with the devil before he gained his powers), though this one seemed different. Nobody had ever been that close to taking his life with he just standing there, holding his breath. It was a wonder that he stole those little two hours of sleep, even with the high-powered weapons that sat by his bedside. Oh boy, Gotham was much easier.

The day of the heist, every piece of equipment was polished, filled, and ready. His new henchmen had been so polite as to order some bulletproof black Hummers, so they would commit a felony in style! Pyro, of course, was the ringmaster and sat in the very front first car as they rolled down the streets of Jump as a unit. Sure, there were people who looked as though they saw the dammed Grim Reaper himself dancing in the street. Nothing out the ordinary -- except an Arkham Asylum escapee with guns that should be with the military, not with experienced thugs.

With the stares and pointing, there was nothing they could do and they made it to the bank with no problem. Instead of plotting on how to go inside and grab the dough with some elaborate plot, Pyro and his henchmen did the old-fashioned run n' gun method. With their machine guns and automatics, who could stop them? Needless to say, with some time passing, they were able to stuff as much money as they could into a couple of black duffel bags and stash them in a car which was parked near the bank (walking distance). To spare some boredom from this mission, Pyro created explosions throughout the street with every cop car that passed. Due to his carelessness, one of his hummers suffered the huge explosion, forcing Pyro to steal a minivan and bring the burning victims with them to meet their boss... It wasn't like it was Pyro was dying.

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As the cars drove to where the boss told him to the rendezvous point, duffel bags started falling out with excess bills flying out. Coming out like Elite soldiers, Pyro's henchmen stood outside of their rides with their rifles at hand, eyeing Pyro's head honcho. Pyro, making a dramatic entrance by creating a huge cloud of thick, black, smoke, stepped out of the Hummer and eyed at his boss.

"Of course we are. Well, I am... what about you guys?" He asked. After that being said, a salute was presented by multiple shots in the air.

"Guys, next time, we need a moving target." He said, smirking at his boss. Pyro kicked a bag and wiped the smirk from his face.

"Now, what's about this electronics that you need stolen, dude? Plus, all we got were cops last time. What's the happs on the real challenge?"

OCC:sSo sorry about the wait! I had computer troubles and I don't know if this post is good or not... feedback?

[Martin Christopher Taylor]

Vorac smirked lightly at Jermaine's remarks, but he also didn't bother to explain why just yet as he pulled out a small i-pad like device and tossed it to the rising gangster lord, before speaking; "Don't worry Jermaine, the next target is going to be MOVING plenty fast..."

Walking over, Vorac pushed a spot on the screen in Jermaine's hand, and a flurry of light and color danced across the screen before a computer drawn map of the badlands and the foot hills that lead to the mountains appeared and then a mock up of the railroad tracks and a cargo laden train showed up.


"Now you get to play cowboy hotshot, only this time, you'll need some tact, and cunning, not just brute force."
Pointing to the tenth boxcar in line, Vorac's gloved hand tapped it, to highlight that one car, which triggered the view to zoom in onto the side door.

"Getting into this will need speed above all else, as the lock is electronic, shooting it will trigger both the emergency breaks, and a small self destruct charge to blow, fusing the door closed, and unlike most boxcars, there is but one way in and out of this one. Blow the lock, and you blow the mission."


Pointing to the large looking picture of the lock, he then traced the lines that where drawn around the sliding door, to denote the explosive charges that would melt the door into place, as well as the other triggers.

"Everything else you'll need is in here, easy enough to call up, either with the menu, or a voice command, once the jobs done, trash this."


Knowing what he was going to be taking, Vorac then tapped a small icon and a picture of a small, shiny box expanded to fill the screen; "That's what you're after, no you don't want to know what it is, trust me, my boss would have us all killed if we tried to open that. There's a three strike and you're fried kind of lock on that box, so if you screw it up by trying to open it even just once, the Boss will know, and we'll all be fish bait in forty-eight hours or less, understand?"


The threat was of course bogus, since Martin himself was Vorac, as well as "the boss" but then Jermaine didn't need to know that, not now, or ever.


He would serve his purpose, and then either die, or go on his merry way right straight into a jail someplace.

[Jermaine Manning]

This was one gamble that was going Pyro's way. He had to admit, he never thought things would go this smoothly nor did he think that the Jump City police department would flake out before they called a special response unit. Well, that was unfair to say they didn't notify the proper authorities that was trained to handle homocidal mutants such as Pyro; he and his gang just so happened to escape. Now, Pyro was just standing there with his henchmen and their toys awaiting for their bosse's next orders.

"A moving target? With precise aiming, that ain't no problem big boy." Pyro said confidentally. It would be better if this target had some back-up and actually shot back. Yeah, it was dangerous but for some odd reason, it excited Pyro to see some of his men shoot and get shot.

Pyro toyed with the device in his hand and held his breath as his boss brought the operation up on the handheld device. He fiddled with it like a child with a new toy.

"Do I look like a person who just uses brute strength? Who'd you think I was, Bane from Gotham? i mean, the guys did park the Hummer in the back of the bank." He said.

Pyro listened with curious eyes and nodded his head. This sounded like a challenge that could more than likely, kill Pyro if he weren't careful. Though the explosion itself wouldn't do much damage to Pyro himself, falling debris and other occurances could leave him with a broken neck, spinal cord, and the like. Not to mention severe bleeding and if he managed to survive, which in itself would be a feat, that would be a trip right back to Arkham.

"This box, boss, you don't want us to take a peek. Well that's no fair! You're like my mom before christmas, always spoilin' the damn fun! But, what kinda UPS worker am I if I don't deliever the package with the utmost care, huh?" Pyro said shrugging. He snapped and the men returned to their respectable gass-guzzlers and awaited their leader to give the order. He took one look back and then eyed the 'boss'.

"Well, after this then we're done, right? I'm gonna be straight up with ya man, but, what's this tech for anyway?... Whatever, you got your reasons I'm guessing. Let's just hope those reasons are good goddammit. Dudes! We're out!"

Pyro rushed inside of the passanger seat of the lead Hummer and held an M16-Assault rifle that sat in the back seat. With a honk, Pyro rolled away to his next mission, unsure on what the Jump terrain might have held.