: [open to anyone]What
: super-villain bank robberyWhen
: Monday, 10 amWhere
: Midtown ManhattanRating
: PG/PG-13This is what I get for working for Jonah.
Ben Urich wandered through the bank’s mid-morning crowd, looking for the customer service desk. Apparently, from the phone call this morning, there was some problem with his account, funds that were supposed to be there were not. The bank’s representative assured him it was just a paperwork error, but they needed him to come down in person to clear it up. Urich, however, had the sneaking suspicion that Jameson’s famed cheapness had put some sort of snafu on his paychecks. This was his reward for a series of award-winning articles on the Kingpin’s fall and a hiring at the prestigious Daily Bugle
. He assumed after a morning of embarrassment and boredom at the bank, there would be an afternoon of yelling at the Bugle
. It would not be a great day.
The customer service desk had a sign on it – “Back in 10 minutes!” Perfect
, thought Urich, and he stepped into the line for the tellers, hoping to find some help. He glanced through the crowd; and elderly couple, a mom with a few kids, a businessman tapping his foot and looking at his watch every minute. A whole row of average New Yorkers stuck here in the middle of their day. Urich’s eyes continued to sweep the room. Two men were over at a side counter filling out deposit slips. They had been doing that since he had walked in. His reporter’s mind clicked on them. They were…nervous, a little shaky. He saw caps on their heads that could become ski masks and odd lumps beneath their coats. Urich turned and caught the security guard’s eye.
The guard looked back at Urich. Then the air behind the man exploded, bursting forth like a mini-hurricane. Urich felt a vibration in is chest like the bass-line at a heavy metal concert. Three men strode into the bank over the unconscious guard. The two to the left and right wore ski masks and brandished shotguns. At the same time, the two men off to the side covered their faces and produced pistols from their coats. The man in the middle of them all wore large, metal oversized gauntlets. Cables and wires ran up his arms into a bulky padded vest. His face was concealed by goggles.
“This is a robbery!” The man shouted. “Everyone be cool and no one will get hurt! So says the Shocker!”
The man to his left cocked his head and whispered, “I thought we weren’t going to use that name?”Oh, yeah
, thought Urich, this is not going to be a great day.