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âYou can just let us go⌠we swear, we wonât tell anyone!â The desperate pleas of a sobbing young woman cried out as she clasped onto her friend - the pair of women gazing in terror at the semi-circle of five young men bearing down upon them. âLet you go? We havenât even had our fun yet though, right boys?â One man spoke up - the leader over his four buddies, by all accounts. A round of snickering escaped the other men.
It was cut short by the screeching of twisting metal and the shattering of glass as the roof of the menâs vehicle caved in and Conner slowly stood up to hop off from the wreckage. His cells were drained, so he was having to leap around that evening. âYou heard the ladies. Let them go.â He stated solidly.Â
âThat was my car, you freak!!â The lead man exclaimed as the two women shuffled to their feet and away from the crowd as they turned the focus onto the hybrid. Conner shot them a glance and they broke into a sprint across the pavement. âI donât really give a damn.â Conner fired back.
As if on cue, the men reached into their waistbands and jackets to draw out several firearms. âLight this bastard up!â The order was given and a barrage of gunfire went off. Conner stood unflinchingly as the bullets cascaded into him - denting off his body and showering down around him. Each bullet was a sharp, uncomfortable âpokeâ of pressure, and it only deepened the scowl on Connerâs face. âDoes the âSâ on my chest really not tell you that those arenât going to work?â Conner questioned - with a grunt, raising his arms at his sides and bringing them colliding together. The thunderous clap sent forth a rippling wave of compressed air that shattered the windows of the nearby buildings and sent the men soaring several yards backward with a deafening âBoomâ.
âIâm just getting warmed up.â Conner remarked and balled his fists as he watched the men scramble to their feet. It was one thing to be a street thug, but to prey on defenseless women like that? It set the teen off and his mind was already working to stifle the inner voice telling him to restrain himself.Â
Richard had been sitting on a random rooftop, planning on taking a break to finish the burger in his hands. He only managed to get a few bites into it before Worldmind was alerting him of a situation nearby. <Richard, you can finish your meal at another time. Thereâs something more important you should be present for. Several men are being reported trying to fight a super-powered individual.> The voice fills his ears since his helmet is currently on his head â as well as the rest of his Nova uniform. The sound of glass windows shattering can be heard in the distance too. So that makes him immediately ditch the food on the ledge. âI hear it. Iâm going over there now. No need to give me a route.â His work will never be over it seems, tightening his gloves while heading over to the area. Heâs Nova Prime which meant thereâs always going to be someone needing his help.
Itâs a good thing that Richard headed over to the scene when he did, missing the wave of compressed air, but can see the men being flung in the air. He manages to grab two of them by the collar who were in the most danger. He wasnât about to watch them break their necks. Criminals or not? He wasnât being the reason anyone dies today. The others will definitely feel the impact the next day but at least theyâre alive.
âPut us down!â
âWho the fuck are you?â
This makes Richard roll his eyes under his helmet. He raises them up to look them several feet in the air âWhat did you do? You should be nicer to the man whoâs holding you up off the ground.â He squints a bit, used to situations like this one. He looks over at the other men who are already scrambling to their feet.
One of the men in his grip tries to punch Richard but his durability is too much and the man is screaming in pain after trying to hit the helmet on his head. âAre you done now? I donât have the time for your games.â He glances over at the other man in the scenario.













