You look up as the helicopter turns and flies away. You want to do something to stop it. To bring the helicopter down, something to make sure that these guys don't get away.
But you're bleeding badly, and you've already almost lost your arm. If you keep fighting, you could end up dying. And even if you brought down the helicopter right now with magic, you could hurt innocent people. Anyone in the strip mall could be killed if that chopper goes down and crashes through one of the stores. And there's a neighborhood nearby, and if the chopper crashed down there, even more people could get hurt. And that's assuming that Profligate doesn't intentionally put someone in danger.
You sigh and turn away from the hole in the ceiling.
The bank manager, a man you've seen once or twice but never really had to talk to, is lying in a pool in his own blood. Two of his fingers have been cut off, and his breathing is ragged.
His wounds start to close. His breathing becomes more steady as his internal injuries start to heal themselves. You also take the time to heal your own injury, the gash closing itself, and soon, there's only a dull tingle to show that there was anything wrong with your shoulder.
"Tha… thanks" The manager says. "If I live through this... I'm not going to forget-" He tries to get back to his feet, but a pain shoots up his leg that forces him back down to the ground.
"VIgil, bad news." Jasmine says. "The chopper's gone. Capes are sending Jetstream after 'em, and she's, well, you don't wanna be here if a Cape is on the way."
You take her advice and start to leave.
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Profligate jumped into the helicopter, pulled the door shut. As the chopper started to ascend, he collapsed into his seat in the back of it. His suit battery was running on empty, and his right arm was starting to get numb.
"Well boss, looks like another one of your plans succeeded without a hitch. No one's gonna know we were here." The pilot, another one of Reservist's bodies said.
"Shut the-" Profligate said before he caught himself. This wasn't the time. "Well, at least we got what we came for. Once we land, your cut will be transferred to your account."
"Wouldn't have it any other way." Reservist said. The helicopter started to speed off to the west. They'd have to ditch the chopper, but it's not like it belonged to either of them. "And I told you not to make those blades so long" Even without a face, he could tell that Reservist was glaring at him through his helmet.
"You know, the Post Mordom for this operation would be better served at a later date" He grumbled.
*Clank*
"...Did y-"
Reservist's question was interrupted when a steel tipped arrow pierced the cockpit of the chopper and impaled him through the face. The copy slumped in his chair before vaporizing. Profligate was on his feet, even as the chopper tipped at an angle. He opened the door and jumped out before the chopper's blade clipped a lamp pole, and come crashing to the ground.
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Before you could leave, you hear another explosion. You leap through the hole and see a massive fire as the chopper is nothing more than a crumpled heap of metal on the parking lot. The cars around it have caught fire, some of them exploding when the fire catches their gas tanks. You look around to see what happened, but you don't see anyone around who could have brought down a chopper. None of the Capes are here, and you don't see anyone else who has powers. You hear screaming around you as people are either running, or taking cover in another building. You see a car speeding from the parting lot, a piece of helicopter blade stuck through the back window, but behind him, you see Profligate, brightly colored armor and all, run inside of a Kroger's carrying the loot.
[] Rush inside to chase him.
[] You're still leaving.
[] Write in
