A young woman speaks into the camera, "Good evening ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the evening news on the Global News Network. My name is Jan Fields, and in tonight's top story, a special exibt is set to open today at the World Trade Center with the main focus being on the Crown jewels of Iran, valued at over 25 million dollars. *shows earlier stock footage of jewled encrusted sabers and scimitars, as well as expensive diamond set fabrige eggs* The exibt will be open from 10 AM til 5 PM through the week. In other news, there have been rumors that Secretary General Bryant has fallen ill and is currently resting in the Autobot base on Cybertron.." Marv A brute of a man, easily six and a half feet tall, with shaggy, flyaway blonde hair and a relaxed, slope-shouldered stance. He's wearing a Metallica '03 World Tour T-shirt and baggy jeans, bunched up around his ankles and white high-top sneakers. He looks so... friendly, so harmless, you could almost ignore the large automatic weapon cradled in his hands. Michael Knight You gaze into the serious face and dark blue eyes of the known terrorist, Michael Knight. The hooding over his eyes makes his nearly 2 meter height seem all that more imposing as you scan over his sturdy frame. He's dressed in urban camouflage, two rifles slung over his shoulders, armed to the teeth. He looks you over, measuringly, then turns to bark out a few more orders to his personnel. Pete 'The Hamster' Fanning A big thug, with enough body hair to look like a hamster. He has a big frigging rocket launcher. Nuff said. Lincoln Center Taxis honk loudly at all hours of the day, racing past the grand plaza of Lincoln Center with its leaping fountains. The New York State Theater and the Avery Fischer concert hall flank the Metropolitan Opera House, while across the street restaurants and shops proliferate, catering to the crowd of art lovers that come from all over the world to visit here. To the east, Columbus Circle and Central Park interrupt the linear grid of the city streets. The crowds are thinner here before dark, except for a few hours before and after matinee performances, but a respectable gathering can always be seen. Sun sparkles on the splashing waters of the plaza fountain, and people of all ages and nationalities are perched on various sculptures in the area, perhaps eating a snack or just enjoying a break in the workday. Contents: Michael Knight, Pete 'The Hamster' Fanning, Marv Obvious exits: East leads to Central Park. Pete 'The Hamster' Fanning pulls out his pet hamster and rubs it comfortingly, "We're gonna get you a prutty sword, George." You say, "And corn dogs later, right, Mike?" Pete 'The Hamster' Fanning nods enthusiatically, "And corn dogs too!" Michael Knight says, "Yeah, yeah... you'd think you'd want something more than a dog with the cash we'll be gettin." You say, "How much cash, Mike? As much as the President?" Pete 'The Hamster' Fanning says, "As much as two presidents, right Mikey?" Michael Knight laughs and thumps Marv on the back. "More.. more money than some countries... We'll be eating in Rio by the end of the day, gents." Pete 'The Hamster' Fanning says, "Rio? I don't want take out, boss." Michael Knight gets a pained look and sighs. "Nevermind. Marv, park da car already. You guys remember to pack the 'stuff'?" Pete 'The Hamster' Fanning nods happily and stuffs his poor hamster back in a pockest, pulling out a LAW-80, "Yah, I gots it boss." You say, "Uhm, I packed everything you gave me, Mike. It's in the trunk, cause I thought, if the pigs pull us over, we wouldn't wanna be holdin' it, right?" He glances down at the machinegun on the seat beside him. "Uhm yeah." Pete 'The Hamster' Fanning ooops, looking embarrased, "I was supposed to put this in da trunk?" Michael Knight hmmmms. "Yah. Cmon... that back exit was looking good. We can unload there before the guards change out. You say, "Okay, Mike." As they film, three people get out of the black car, and blend into the crowd. Jan continues to bubble away, making an Earthquake in Iraq sound like the sweetest thing in the whole wide world. Michael Knight frowns. "And don't leave the keys in the car like you did the last time, Marv. Pete 'The Hamster' Fanning swats Marv in the back of the head. Pete 'The Hamster' Fanning says, "Yah, don't forget the keys again." Marv removes the keys carefully and shoves them in his pants pocket. "Right, I got the keys." Pete 'The Hamster' Fanning says, "Good, Marv, what are ya, stoopid?" Michael Knight laughs sharply, then pushes his way out of the car, straightening himself up, trying to look good for the take over. Marv grins down at Pete, ruffling his hand through the Hamster's hair. "Nah, I just want my corn dog, Pete." Black Hummer enters from Central Park to the east. Black Hummer has arrived. Black Hummer rumbles nearly silently into the area, awfully quiet given the type of vehicle it is. Pete 'The Hamster' Fanning grins, "Me too!" Pete 'The Hamster' Fanning follows Mikey, "So, we goin' in now, boss?" Michael Knight looks around cautiously, then opens the truck and starts pulling out some evil stuff and, um, stuffing it in a back pack. "Okay, now look out for them guards. They should be coming out soon. Pete 'The Hamster' Fanning cracks his knuckles, grinning, "I'll handle dose guards." You say, "You want I should crack their heads, Mikey?" Michael Knight heys, "Do it *quiet* like, ya hear?" Marv places an exaggerated finger to his lips. "Right. Quiet." Michael Knight says, "Don't want all them silly cops running out here yet. They gotta wait till we get the stuff. Now you be sure to keep one of em so we can use him as a hostage, right?" Michael Knight eeeshes again, muttering to himself. "Yer killing me.. yah, go get em. I'll put the blast stuff at the door." Marv slaps Pete on the back. "Okay, c'mon, you heard what Mike said." As Jan bubbles on, A armored vehicle arrives, carrying the Crown Jewels. Pete 'The Hamster' Fanning nods enthusiastically. Marv says loudly, pointing, "Hey, Mike, ain't that the stuff you wan'ed?" Michael Knight wanders towards the front door, trying to blend in with the crowd, then stops and winces at Marv. "Ssssh, ya idiot. Tell everyone, why don't ya? Killing me." He waves them on. "Just go do it, okay? I gotta put the bag by the door." Marv nods deliberately and whispers loudly, "Okay, Mike." Michael Knight glances around quickly to make sure no one heard, then straightens again, slicking back his hair.. just another walk to put a bomb in front of a public landmark.. lala... Pete 'The Hamster' Fanning grins, not whispering at all, "Let's murderlize them." Marv pauses by a random bystander who's giving him odd looks. "He reminds me of my Pop," he says in a friendly voice, by way of explanation. Marv trots after Pete. Michael Knight lalawalks up the front steps, lala and carefully tucks it away in a nook, then blends back in with the crowd of folks gathered to watch the truck arrive. Pete 'The Hamster' Fanning chuckles, and starts walking up to one of the guards, "Hey.. which way to Lincoln Center?" He attempts in idle chitchat. As the guard turns to give Pete a stupid look, Pete lurches out and slugs him. Marv just grabs the other guard by his shirt front and thumps him over the head with a meaty fist. Marv holds his limp guard. "C'mon, Pete, hurry up." Pete 'The Hamster' Fanning drags his guard over, "OK OK.." Michael Knight slides back around the, um... back casting a wary glance at the news camera crew across the way, then grins as he gets an epiphony. Michael Knight says, "You guys milking this or what?" he smirks as he comes back. "You see that tv crew out there? We're gonna be famous, gents."" Pete 'The Hamster' Fanning ooos and WAVES to the camera. "hi mom!" Marv drops his guard with a thump. "Famous? Really? Like.. like the President?" Michael Knight slaps a hand to his face. "GAWD! Not *now*! Wait till we got the stuff ya meatheads!" Some fat looking guy waves to the camera, shouting, "Hi Mom!" And it appears he is carrying a guard. You say, "Oh, right, the stuff." You say, "Hey, I wonder if the President likes corn dogs." Michael Knight says, "Who knows... they don't even like broccoli." Pete 'The Hamster' Fanning says, "Wanna ask?" Michael Knight shooos them inside the back door, then watches the truck pull up. "Nah.. stuff first, dead presidents later." Marv taps Mike on the shoulder. "Who's dead?" Pete 'The Hamster' Fanning gasps, "The President's dead?" Michael Knight jumps at the tap, then turns. "Them presidents on all the money were gonna get, now scoot. Eeeesh, you guys forget your Wheaties this morning or what? You say, "I had Corn Flakes for breakfast, Mike." Pete 'The Hamster' Fanning says, "I had Fruit loops!" The fat looking guy dumps the guard on a ground, and he and two others seemingly talk about something as the camera tries to focus in on them. Michael Knight slaps a hand to his face again, then gives them a shove. "Get going.. *mutters something about 'fruits and nuts'* Da truck's almost here. We gotta get inside before they try n unload." Michael Knight oys, "For the love of god, dat stupid tv lady...." Marv nods quickly, "Right, right..." he smacks Pete in the chest with the back of his hand. "I TOLD you th' President wasn't dead." You say, "You wan' me to make her stop Mike?!" The truck arrives, and pulls up. *beep beep beep* Michael Knight hmmms, then jumps outta the way of the truck. "Doh! Too late. Let's make like the guards. Throw me one of 'ems jacket." Pete 'The Hamster' Fanning nods, "Oooo, I knew that.." he looks over at Jan, "She's kinda cute.. like George!" Marv picks up his guard by the collar again, letting him slide out of the jacket with a thud. He tosses it to Mike. From Black Hummer Devon hmmms to herself, focusing her hummer's visual systems, chuckling at the mess behind the center. One of the guards is dumped out of his jacket as one person gives it another. Michael Knight slips into the jacket, zipping it up and casts around for a hat, then goes to greet the truck attendants. "Good evening, folks.... You need some help with that stuff?" UN Security speaks, "Attention all EDC personnell, we have a possible situation developing at the Lincoln Center in New York, please go to alert status red. I repeat, come on alert, immediatley." Michael Knight smiles winningly at the truck driver and his shotgun as they jump out, leading them around to his waiting partners in crime. John Madison says, "We're reading you UN security, radio us if we can help." Marv mutters to Pete 'The Hamster' Fanning, "... wonder... corn... can..." You whisper "I wonder how many corn dogs we can buy with this stuff." to Pete 'The Hamster' Fanning. Pete 'The Hamster' Fanning stage whispers to Marv, "Dunno, let's plug da guard." UN security, "We could use some exos, Alameda." Michael Knight ahems loudly. "Guys.. these are the drivers. Help em inside, will ya?" You say, "how come, Pete?" Marv oh yeahs. Pete 'The Hamster' Fanning says, "Cause Mikey told us to?" Marissa says, "We will be out in just a moment, all Exo-troops are to report to the hangar bay immediately." Michael Knight ahems again. "Ixney on the small talk guys. These folks are tired.. Have to do some paper work *inside*.." Un Security reports, "Thank you, Alameda." Pete 'The Hamster' Fanning looks over at Mikey, confused, "Inside?" Michael Knight sighs, then pulls one of his rifles around and cracks the drivers in the back of the head, glancing briefly towards the camera crew again. "Get em inside ya pinky brain!" Pete 'The Hamster' Fanning ohs and giggles, "Ah, quite right, Brain." Marv grins, suddenly knowing what he's doing. "Okay, Mike." Marv grabs the truckers and drags them inside by their necks. Pete 'The Hamster' Fanning helps Marv with the guards. Michael Knight looks heavenward. "Why me, boss? I've been good, haven't I?" he grumps, then moves towards the back of the truck, blanching at the lock. "Crud.. forgot about that. Hmmmm..." He quickly slaps a patch of explosives on it and steps back. Devon has arrived. With her usual stealthy grace, Devon Rothrock slips into the area. A couple of more guards get clobbered and dragged inside. Michael Knight says, "Okay, gents. Gonna have to blow the truck...." Marv hoists up his gun. "I could shoot it, Mike!" Devon slides out of the truck, watching amusedly from the safety of the anonymous crowd as she leans back against the hummer, pondering. Michael Knight hmmms. "Yah, Marv. Shoot that blast stuff on the lock. Don't get too close, though.. remember last time. We were picking ya up for a week. Marv grins dopily. "Yeah, I remember." He brushes his hair out of his eyes, aims carefully, then drops the gun to hip-level and strafes the back of the truck. F-22A Lightning II enters from Central Park to the east. F-22A Lightning II has arrived. The back of the truck blows out, leaving part of it hanging on its support. F-22A Lightning II flies high above scouting the area Devon looks up at the sound of the aircraft, then back towards the center. F-22A Lightning II starts to descend altitude Michael Knight says, "Awww, gees. Okay, we gotta get this stuff inside now!" The back of the truck suddenly explodes outwards. F-22A Lightning II seems to have spotted something Michael Knight bounds up into the truck and starts tossing boxes out at Marv and Pete. F-22A Lightning II turns on it's vertical thrusters and hovers over the area Marv catches one of the boxes and drops another, packing material spilling out on the pavement. Michael Knight peeks out of the truck, then ducks back in, tossing more quickly. "Move it ya lugs. We gots to get inside and get a hostage. Take them guards. F-22A Lightning II speakers, "Halt what you are doing at once. EDC has this place surrounded." Marv mumbles over the edge of the crate, "Okay, Mike..." he turns and starts to waddle inside. Pete 'The Hamster' Fanning grabs a crate and murfs, "Sheesh, heavy.." He hears the jet and erks, dropping the crate, jewels spilling out, "It's da pigs!" Michael Knight jumps out of the truck, then raises a rifle towards the hovering aircraft. "WHAT ARE YA SMOKING?" he shouts back up, smirking. F-22A Lightning II speakers, "Do not move, put down your weapons and surrender." Marv pauses, halfway in the door. "What should we do, Mike?" Michael Knight barks, "Get inside. We gots em covered." Michael Knight fires off a few rounds towards the jet trying to FOD out its engines. Devon hmmms, watching the unescorted truck as the would-be thiefs try to get inside the center. Pete 'The Hamster' Fanning grabs his rocket launcher, "Want me to blow it away, Mikey? Huh huh, I'll make it boom good!" F-22A Lightning II turns to one side, still hovering Marv says agreeably, "Okay." He waddles on inside with his box, sets it down, then turns around, resettling his machinegun strap over his shoulder. Michael Knight smirks. "Yah, drop em!" F-22A Lightning II speakers, "Cease fire...you are outmatched!" From inside the F-22A Lightning II , John Madison transmits a message via radio. F-22A Lightning II begins to back away Michael Knight shakes a fist at the jet. "Come back here ya coward.. er, no.. don't come back. Shoot em already, Pete. Marv, help me with this stuff." Pete 'The Hamster' Fanning woos and gets an OK, forgetting about the jewels he spilt all over the place as he grabs his rocket launcher, "Hey, look George..." He mutters down to his pet hamster, who's climbed up on his shoulder. He shoulders the big LAW-80 rocket and aims at the plane, giggling, "Reminds me of that video game, "Terminator II.. I'll be back.." He Schwartzneggers, and fires, letting a missile fly. Michael Knight laughs at Pete, then starts scrambling to pick up the pieces that got dropped and throwing them through the open back door of the building. From inside the F-22A Lightning II , John Madison transmits a message via radio to Marissa. Marissa says, "After Checking the location of the assault, it would take too long for us to get there to afford and effective backup." From inside the F-22A Lightning II , John Madison receives a radio transmission. F-22A Lightning II drops down two chain guns from each wing Pete 'The Hamster' Fanning strikes F-22A Lightning II with rocket. F-22A Lightning II speakers, "I said, surrender, dont make me use these" Devon watches the display cautiously, smirking to herself, then folds herself into some dark body armor she yanks from the hummer and starts moving like a shadow towards the center. Marv kneels and scrabbles around on the ground, sweeping up the jewels into a pile around him. Michael Knight pauses, looking up as the shoulder launched missile hits, grinning at the smoke and debris. From inside the F-22A Lightning II , John Madison transmits a message via radio. The reporter speaks rapidly, "There seems to be a situation out behind the Lincoln Center building... three men are facing off with an EDC aircraft with... oh my god, is that a rocket-launcher? Harry, get the camera closer." From inside the F-22A Lightning II , John Madison transmits a message via radio. Devon winces as the aircraft gets rocked, then continues to stealth forward, pausing in a shadow of a neighboring building to wait the situation out. From inside the F-22A Lightning II , John Madison transmits a message via radio. From inside the F-22A Lightning II , John Madison receives a radio transmission from Marissa. F-22A Lightning II stands its ground, not wanting to hit any bystanders Michael Knight pulls on Pete by the back of his neck. "You got another one of them or is it my turn?" Pete 'The Hamster' Fanning says, "Can I shoot it again, huh huh?" Pete 'The Hamster' Fanning grins, "I gots another one!" Michael Knight turns towards Marv. "What do you got, Marv?" Marissa says, "I have dispatched the New York EDC branch to assist, as well as all local forces within the area." Marv looks up. "Uhm.. a buncha pretty stones, Mike, see?" F-22A Lightning II speakers, "Throw down your weapons, escape is impossible, the police shall be here soon. Michael Knight grins at Marv. "Yah.. they're pretty." He turns back to Pete. "Do it, Pete. Throw another stick at dat pig till he roasts." From inside the F-22A Lightning II , John Madison receives a radio transmission. F-22A Lightning II watches several NY EDC vehicles pull up Pete 'The Hamster' Fanning smiles, and goes for another pretty boom stick, dropping the bag all over the place. Marv uhms, "Hey, Mike, you want me to take out dem cars?" F-22A Lightning II watches several more police vehicles come from the other way Michael Knight uh-ohs and watches the vehicles drive up. "Marv, drill em with lead. Pete, ya better swat dat thing in a hurry." Michael Knight yells out at the police, "HEY! BACK OFF YA PIGS! I GOT THESE GUARDS ALL TIED UP LIKE, YA SEE" F-22A Lightning II speakers, "You are surrounded, give up." Marv says agreeably, "Okay, Mike," turning around and spraying bullets wildly into the street with little regard for the onlookers. Devon hisses quietly and crouches down, leaning into her body armor trying to avoid the stray bullets. F-22A Lightning II speakers, "Release your hostages, cease fire! My God!" Michael Knight smirks. "I told ya to back off, ya pig!" F-22A Lightning II and the vehicles establish a perimeter, backing off, but still surrounding the area. Marv keeps spraying bullets since that's what Mike told him to do. Jazz enters from Central Park to the east. Jazz has arrived. Jazz walks in, looking about. Michael Knight waits until the way is clear, then taptaps Marv on the shoulder. "Okay, dat's good..." Jazz comes into the outskirts of the encounter, trying to stay as low as possible. Jazz receives a radio transmission. Devon frowns, rubbing a grazed shoulder silently, pressing a power point to stop the bleeding before she scans the disturbance again. From inside the F-22A Lightning II , John Madison transmits a message via radio. Jazz receives a radio transmission. Marv stops shooting immediately, wiping the back of his sweaty arm across his forehead. "Okay, Mike." Michael Knight snaps, "Pete, for god's sake, what are you waiting for?" F-22A Lightning II speakers, "I repeat, throw down your weapons, do not fire..." Michael Knight says, "Hey, Marv. Bring da car over here and put one of them guards in and start loading it. We're on our way ta Rio." Jazz transmits a message via radio to DepthCharge. Pete 'The Hamster' Fanning finds a couple of more rockets, and aims one upwards, depressing the trigger. Nothing happens. He presses the trigger again. Still nothing. He smirks, "I tink it's broke, Mikey." he grunts, throwing down the tube, which causes the rocket to launch and swirl along the ground, blowing up a taxi. "Damn... ooops." Pete grins sheepishly. DepthCharge enters from Central Park to the east. DepthCharge has arrived. DepthCharge walks into the area Jazz moves closer, keeping his weapons clearly away from his hands, and moves closer, staying behind the line of black and whites. F-22A Lightning II speakers, "Autobots, surround those criminals." Michael Knight aghs, jumping as it spins around, then laughs as it hits the taxi. "I hate dem things." Marv nods and swings his gun over his shoulder again, turning to run back for the car. "Hey, Pete, you remember where I put the keys?" DepthCharge arrives, having used the directions given by Jazz and follows Jazz's order, staying behind the police cars. Devon continues edging forward, her intentions changing now that the robbers have lashed out indiscriminantly and starts stalking quietly towards the back of the building, still keeping to the shadows. Pete 'The Hamster' Fanning uhs and smacks Marv in the back of the head, "You left in da car again? What are you.. dense?" Michael Knight facepalms. "Uh... heck.. oh, your pocket!" He turns to fire his rifle at the police cars. "GET BACK OR I'LL KILL ALL DEM GUARDS!" From inside the F-22A Lightning II , John Madison transmits a message via radio. Jazz receives a radio transmission from John Madison. BANGBANGBANGBANG! Jazz unconsciously takes a step back. Jazz transmits a message via radio. From inside the F-22A Lightning II , John Madison receives a radio transmission. Michael Knight smirks again. "Hey, Pete.. find that detonater thingy for the bomb in the front!" Marv stops in the middle of the street to rummage through his pocket. "Oh yeah!" he exclaims triumphantly, holding up the keys. He grins and runs toward the car. From inside the F-22A Lightning II , John Madison transmits a message via radio to Jazz. Jazz receives a radio transmission from John Madison. Devon silently slips into a run after Marv, catching up with him out of sight of his companions and tapping him on the shoulder. F-22A Lightning II speakers, "I repeat, you cannot escape, you cannot even drive off this street, it is blocked off and surrounded." Marv drops into the car and tosses his gun onto the seat, starting up the engine with a roar. From inside the F-22A Lightning II , John Madison transmits a message via radio to Jazz. Jazz receives a radio transmission from John Madison. Pete 'The Hamster' Fanning snorts, "Uh.. yah.. I think so.." He reaches around his belts and pouches, trying to find the detonator, and finds George, pulling him out, and sets the hamster on his shoulder. He looks at it and uhms, "Now what, Mikey?" DepthCharge continues to stand behind the police cars.. waiting in earnest for his next order. Marv shouts through the open window as he grinds the gearshift, trying to put the car in gear, "Hey, Mike, bet we're gonna buy a whole truckload a' corn dogs with this, right?" Devon furrows her brow, just missing Marv as he slips into the car, then drops to the rear of the front door and taps on it loudly. Jazz transmits a message via radio to DepthCharge. DepthCharge receives a radio transmission. Michael Knight chuckles. "Yah.... Maybe a few ladies to help us eat em, huh? Pete, give me that thing." DepthCharge transmits a message via radio to Jazz. Jazz receives a radio transmission. Jazz transmits a message via radio. DepthCharge receives a radio transmission from Jazz. Marv huhs? and pokes his head out the window. "Mike, izzat you? Geez, you sure move fast..." Jazz peers about at the rooftops, overhearing something... Devon smiles slightly and throws the heel of her hand at the base of Marv's neck, cracking him forward. Pete 'The Hamster' Fanning hands the empty rocket tube to Mike. "Uhm, here yah go." Pete 'The Hamster' Fanning says, "Dunno why ya want them though." Michael Knight args and baps him with it. "Not that thing, the detonator thingy!" DepthCharge transmits a message via radio. Jazz receives a radio transmission from DepthCharge. Michael Knight says, "Yah know, the little red box?"" F-22A Lightning II speakers, "We have snipers trained on your every move, give yourselves up." Marv urks and slumps down inside the car, disappearing from view. Pete 'The Hamster' Fanning gets bapped and ows! He looks down at his hand and the box and ohs, "You mean dis thingy!" He passes it over. Devon stands up slightly, peering over the top of the car to see if she's gained any attention, then reaches in and pulls out the keys. Michael Knight looks up hesitantly. "Marv, where the hell are ya?" Marv lies knocked rather silly across the front seat of the would-be getaway vehicle. F-22A Lightning II watches the SWAT truck pull up quietly Devon drops down and low crawls away from the vehicle and towards the truck, settling into its undercarriage to wait. Michael Knight grabs Pete. "Come on, let's get to the car. I'm gonna kill Marv." Jazz stands watching the vehicle, his head cocked to one side, seemingly listening to something. Pete 'The Hamster' Fanning nods syupidly, "Ok, Mikey!" He hefts up another rocket"But I wanna blow up summore pigs first!" Pete 'The Hamster' Fanning has his rocket turned in the wrong direction, fyi. Michael Knight says, "Blow em up on the way out. Come on. *raises his voice* OKAY, I GOT DEM GUARDS WITH ME, YOU BETTER STAY BACK!"" From inside the F-22A Lightning II , John Madison radios the SWAT team leader, "Heavy Assault Body Armor and assualt guns, ready to move?" F-22A Lightning II speakers, "Do not fire and we will not as well." Marv stirs dizzily. "Jus' five more minutes, Pop..." Devon works quietly under the truck for many minutes before peering out towards the retreating robbers. Several heavily armed/armored SWAT members pile out of the truck, watching the f-22A, each with a radio headset, waiting instruction. Michael Knight bounds towards the car, stopping to grab a box on the way, then throws himself into the passenger seat, blinking at Marv. "GEEEZE MARV! You sleepin on me???" Marv huhs? "Oh, hi, Mike. We home yet?" Michael Knight slaps a hand to his forehead and then shoves Marv into the back seat. "Pete, you gotta drive! Hurry up." Marv oofs and tumbles, the car bouncing under his considerable weight. From inside the F-22A Lightning II , John Madison radios the SWAT team leader, "Take your men to the south side of the street, approach from their blindside." DepthCharge slowly brings his gaze across the police officers he stands near.. If that lunatic human really does fire that rocket launcher, DepthCharge thinks he should have enough time to protect them with a forcefield.. but he doesn't know for how long. Pete 'The Hamster' Fanning uhhs and okays, depressing the trigger button. The missile screams out, backwards, and nailes getaway car. Errr... ooops. The car goes up with a nice big **KABOOM** and Poor Pete is thrown forward by the blast, nearly fries himself, too bad about his partners. From inside the F-22A Lightning II , John Madison radios the SWAT team, "Move in, now, capture and disable them quickly, protect the hostages." Marv mumbles, "Pop...? Where's my corn dog... geez, it's hot in here...." Michael Knight has enough time to get the 'oh $#!' expression before he becomes a crispy critter. From inside the F-22A Lightning II , John Madison transmits a message via radio. DepthCharge receives a radio transmission from John Madison. Devon slides a corner mirror out from under the truck's chassis, briefly searching for the direction of the SWAT team, then rolls quietly out from under the truck, leaving a small trail of blood, then combat crawls away towards the next building over to wait out the crowd. The SWAT team moves in quickly from their waiting position, getting as close as possible to the blaze, pulling the hostages away first. Pete 'The Hamster' Fanning lies on the ground, thouroughly toasted. George, the hamster, doesn't surrender, and runs away to mate with Ms. Brisby. From inside the F-22A Lightning II , John Madison radios the SWAT team, "Disable those men! Get those guards outta there!" The SWAT officers quickly begin moving the guards away, and some of their number go along to tend the wounded. The rest near and do the SWAT thing. ;) F-22A Lightning II watches the SWAT team move in, quickly taking the men to the ground, cuffing them roughly Pete 'The Hamster' Fanning offers no resistance, since he's dead or something. F-22A Lightning II lands John Madison climbs out of the F-22A Lightning II . John Madison has arrived. John Madison radios, "Crap...two seconds two late." Devon finally gathers herself, watching the SWAT team carefully, then moves away laterally, gaining some distance before back tracking to her hummer. John Madison climbs down from the hovering plane John Madison says, "Alright...geez..." DepthCharge watches this all from behind the police cars he stands behind. DepthCharge move over towards where Jazz resides. John Madison approaches the SWAT and sniper leaders John Madison says, "um, well, nice work people..." John Madison says, "Did you two see that other person?" John Madison points at the leaders The getaway car continues to burn, with its two occupants inside. The armored truck that brought the jewels seems to have had its back door blown off. The SWAT leader looks less than pleased. I'm sorry we couldn't get here sooner, sir. SWAT leader speaks, "No sir, who?" John Madison sighs, "Nevermind." John Madison says, "Call the fire department." The sniper leader shakes his head when asked about the other. "We lost track of him after the explosion." Devon breathes a slight sigh of relief as she reaches her hummer, tossing a heavy sack into it, then shucks out of her body armor, rumaging around for a first aid kit to bandage her arm. SWAT leader says, "Already did sir." John Madison says, "Great, just great.."" Marv's ghost wanders around looking for a corn dog stand, but no one sees him. Several sirens are heard in the distance, and several fire trucks pull up Pete 'The Hamster' Fanning looks like a really dead hamster. John Madison says, "Let's clear these crowds, apprehend and secure that truck mister." SWAT leader says, "Yes sir." John Madison says, "And be careful, we dont know what other surprises they had." Jazz transmits a message via radio to DepthCharge. DepthCharge receives a radio transmission. DepthCharge walks over to John Madison and says "Err... I may be able to put it out for you." DepthCharge has reconnected. SWAT leader approaches the truck and his team begins to search it. DepthCharge has partially disconnected. John Madison says, "Be my guest DepthCharge." Jazz moves away from the cars, and begins helping disperse the assemblage of people. John Madison turns to the police sargeant John Madison says, "let's get these people back." DepthCharge walks over to the burning car and glad there is finally something he can do to help. DepthCharge walks over to the burning car, raises his arms in the air and two pannels slide open on either side of his torso, revealing his water purge valves. Devon locks down her supplies, then pulls a jacket over her tattered shirt and slips back into the vehicle. Devon has left. From Black Hummer With her usual stealthy grace, Devon Rothrock slips into the area. John Madison moves the perimeter back, dispersing the people DepthCharge opens his purge valves and unleases a large stream of water at the burning car. Marv gets wet. Jazz continues moving along the perimeter, especially near the truck and the fire. "All right, people, let's keep the flow going, move it on out. Can't stick around, we've got it all in hand. John Madison says, "Perimeter search, let's do this right." DepthCharge winces as the car emits sounds of creaking and cracking metal due to the rate it is being forced to rapidly cool at. SWAT leader spots something SWAT leader says, "um...sir?" John Madison glances, "What?" Black Hummer fires up and slowly starts drifting away from the mess. SWAT leader says, "We have on bomb on the front of the building." Black Hummer leaves to the Central Park to the east. Black Hummer has left. John Madison says, "Oh geez..." John Madison says, "Autobots, get these people back now." John Madison says, "Any of you two a bomb diffusing expert?" John Madison looks at Jazz and Depthcharge Jan Fields reports on stuff. DepthCharge turns away from the extinguished fire and walks over to John. DepthCharge shakes his head and says "No, not me.." DepthCharge looks at Jazz. The car cracks and collapses with a crashing thud on the pavement, metal shards and glass tinkling around. Michael Knight does his fine impression of a french fry. Michael Knight does his fine impression of a crushed french fry. John Madison winches as things are not improving Jazz walks towards John as well. "Charge, keep these people back. Yes, Mr. Madison. I've got experience dealing with explosives." John Madison says, "Great, look, there is it over there." Pete 'The Hamster' Fanning is a handcuffed corpse. George has disappeared, looking for his beloved female hamster, Miss Brisby. John Madison and Jazz walk to the lovely little bomb John Madison says, "Mr. swat leader, get me a helmet and a vest please." SWAT leader says, "Yes sir." John Madison takes the equipment and straps on the vest, pulling the visor down, peering at the bomb DepthCharge looks over to the thing that used to be a car, winces and turns back towards the crowd, trying to issue them back saying "Nothing more to see here.. well, let's just hope there won't be anyway." John Madison says, "Well, there's the orange, yellow, blue and red wires" John Madison says, "Mr. swat leader, wire cutters." SWAT leader hands the cutters to John John Madison says, "here you go Jazz" Jazz kneels down by the bomb, and gently begins examining it. "Hmm, not all that great, as bombs go, but then again, humans just don't have the know how." John Madison says, "A few cuts of these wires should do it." John Madison hands the cutters to Jazz Jazz takes the cutters absently, remaining totally calm, admiring the shoddy workmanship, but intent on the device. John Madison says, "doesnt look like a time bomb, I wonder where the denotator is." Jazz glances about at that. "I'd assume that it's a piece of very nicely melted plastic, especially if one of them had it." John Madison says, "ya, but it still could go off." John Madison says, "Be careful." John Madison says, "Cut the wrong wire and this whole place could go up." DepthCharge looks over to the building where Jazz and John Madison hover over something. DepthCharge wishes he was close enought to them to be able to put a forcefield around them incase something goes wrong. DepthCharge sighs and decides to push the crowd back even further, just incase. Jazz turns from the bomb and smiles at John. "Don't wory, there, Mr. Madison. I'm always careful." He then turns back to the bomb, tracing the paths the wires take." John Madison nods Jazz hrms. "I -think- it's this one." He reaches the cutters slowly down towards the yellow wire... John Madison looks at the wires, "The eenie-meenie method? Pete 'The Hamster' Fanning is glad he is dead, cause he really don't wanna go boom again. Jazz chuckles, his hand staying totally steady. "No, I'm just following the wiring these inept humans set up." John Madison says, "oh, right..." Jazz reaches further down, laying the cutters across the yellow wire. "Well, failing anything else, I get to meet my creator this evening. Though it shouldn't come to that." John Madison says, "Have confidence." John Madison winces, looking at the wire Jazz mutters something under his breath. "Till all are one." He turns to John and smiles. "Here we go." He snips the yellow wire. Nothing happens. The RED one, you always cut the red one first! John Madison shuts his eyes for a second then looks at Jazz John Madison says, "Whew..." John Madison says, "Geez...I hate stress." John Madison says, "I really do." John Madison takes off his helmet Jazz stands, lying the cutters down and picking up the bomb. "You should relax more, Mr. Madison. What's gonna happen is gonna happen." Jazz chuckles and walks towards Depthcharge, holding the bomb gently. John Madison says, "Ya..well, keep that as a souvenoir, nice work." John Madison smiles A large car explosion seems to have happened to Marv, incidentally. DepthCharge turns towards Jazz as he hears his approach and says, smiling in relief "That the little trouble maker" John Madison helps the SWAT leader clean up The crowds slowly disperse seeing that it is finally over John Madison says, "Take the truck mr. swat leader, and sergeant, put this street back together, let's clean up, shall we?" DepthCharge asks John Madison curiosuly "So I take it that there were no surviors out of the band of robbers?" John Madison looks at the charred remains, "Not that I could tell. My snipers spotted someone else though, lost her in the explosion." John Madison walks over to DepthCharge DepthCharge asks, "Someone else? You mean one of their band got away?" John Madison says, "Ya, I dont know. Probably killed in the fire, I wouldnt bet on it though." DepthCharge Asks "So exactly what did these humans attempt to steal anyway?" John Madison says, "Um, from the looks of it, precious jewels." DepthCharge shakes his head. Several police vehicles depart.