[Day 5 - EN] Justice is Served

[Dapper Dog]

Second Amendment, is knocked out by the dynamic duo of Camilo and the Frankies'. In the distance they can hear the police sirens approaching.

OOC: Second Amendment Toughness DC 29 | 1d20+7 ⇒ 11

[Frankie Reynes]

"That's right! U wot mate!" She yelled and fistpumped when she saw him go down, before she started making her over to see what the hell was up with clown frankie.

At the same time she pulled out a menacing acme branded RPG launcher, and pointed it straight at Second Amendment from the kind of point blank range that was probably not very smart with an explosive projectile. But it was for intimidation factor, yeah?

"Better stay down bruv. And yo franks, you good there?"

[Frozen Shadow]

There was an eyeroll under the hood.

"Told you. Hey old man no idea if you can hear this in your knocked out state but when you get out come chat."

There was a small nod in the direction of the moustache guy. Maybe of respect or something else, who knew her face was hidden.

[Dapper Dog]

He was unconscious, not moving as the police arrived.



Another van pulled up with markings that read 'Elite Tactics Division'. Out came some cybernetic enhanced officers in military combat gear. Leading them was Detective Nasir Hakim. He approached and said, "Stand down, we got it from here."

[Camilo Batista]

Camilo quickly confiscated the guns and did his best to restrain the vigilante. He definitely knew how quickly defeat could turn back into victory and vice versa. He also prepared his provisional license credentials to try and head off any misunderstandings with the police.

He looked to Frankie III and started to take off his shirt for her, but noticed the holey and bloody state of it. "Sorry, maybe Frankie One's got something for you. How'd you get here anyway?" Poor, pure and innocent Frankie III thrust into this violence.

When Detective Nasir arrived, he did as instructed, gladly handing custody over to the police. He did his best to explain the circumstances to the detective.

[Frankie Reynes]

"Whaa?" She turned around and inadvertently pointed the RPG launcher at the officer, before she dropped it and let it fade from existence.

"Oh, sorry about that, yeah? I figured with all the shooting he was doing I needed to outgun him, yeah? In case he woke up again."

[Dapper Dog]

Frankie just tried to keep her dignity with the shower curtain and said, “I have no idea, bruv… how did I get here? I was just trying to take a shower and then I am sailing though the air and now I am here… and what the fuck, mate!”



“Well, damn, Second Amendment, you’re a long way from home,” he said placing some restraints that power on and another officer helps him get the elite into the van. He said to the group, “You did great kids, this vigilante has a litany of offenses.”

He then said into a radio, “Prepare transport for Elite, Charlie, possibly Delta class.”

[Frankie Reynes]

"Yeah, sorry, that's my fault yeah?" She raised a hand with a slight sheepish expression as Frankie expressed her confusion.

"I was trying to hit him with something, yeah? And when I do that, people get hit with improbable things, yeah? And another Frankie going flying out of nowhere is pretty improbable. Sorry. Not the first time I've hit someone with clowns, actually."

[Dapper Dog]

"Wot, you mean this could happen again, mate?" she replied. "You takin the piss, yeah?"

[Frozen Shadow]

That answers some things...

The girl in the air floated, watching Amendment being loaded into the truck thoughtfully. After a few moments she floated down to where the truck was.

"Where's he being taken?" she asked one of the guys.

[Dapper Dog]

There was an eyeroll under the hood.

"Told you. Hey old man no idea if you can hear this in your knocked out state but when you get out come chat."

There was a small nod in the direction of the moustache guy. Maybe of respect or something else, who knew her face was hidden.

“Get out, I doubt it at least for a few years, maybe decades even,” he said as they secured the elite in the van.

“Maybe the Americans might try to get him back.”

That answers some things...

The girl in the air floated, watching Amendment being loaded into the truck thoughtfully. After a few moments she floated down to where the truck was.

"Where's he being taken?" she asked one of the guys.

"We have a secure facility, undisclosed for elites, until transport to a higher grade facility," he responded.

[Frozen Shadow]

There was a nod. It made sense.

"Don't suppose there's visiting hours? He's done a hell of a lot..." she looked at the truck "but he also saved a bunch of lives. Including someone I knew. It'd be nice to say goodbye before he's carted off forever."

[Camilo Batista]

Camilo let the Frankies sort it out and addressed the detective, "Sounded like he was looking for the Champagne Room. Not sure who the woman he was attacking was, but I did heal her wounds before she ran off."

He gave a skeptical look Shadow's way. He still wasn't sure where they stood. He didn't see them attack the woman any, but Second Amendment definitely knew them. They hadn't been involved in the fight, which actual was for the best. He didn't recognize them as a local licensee.

[Dapper Dog]

"Visiting hours? Maybe, he is a dangerous and violent criminal on top of being an elite. If it was up to me, he'd be in a hole and never see the light of day," he admitted.

"But sadly I don't make that call."

[Frozen Shadow]

And that doesn't usually work well...

"Where would I go for that then?" she asked, looking back at the armed guy.

[Frankie Reynes]

"I mean, maybe? Probably not. The same thing usually doesn't happen twice. Unless the universe decides that it's funny in how improbable that is, I guess," she answered clown frankie.

She then turned to the other conversation happening. "I could always just teleport into the hole for you and ask him whatever, yeah? Or maybe, there's this government boss lady I met recently yeah? Maybe we could ask her. Some agent tree-related or something."

[Camilo Batista]

It seemed audacious to ask for visiting privileges for a vigilante of Second Amendment's caliber, but luckily it was Detective Nasir fielding the inquiry and not him.

Interrupting he asked, "Detective, could you spare a coat or something for Frankie Three. As you can see she's in a troubling situation there." Was no one else going to help the poor girl. Ripped from her peaceful clown world and thrust into the melee.

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(OOC) Yeah, the caliber pun was intended. I do intend the puns and I'm tired of pretending that I don't.

[Dapper Dog]

The Detective said, “Well we will make the transfer over to the UNJE and let them handle this. So take it up with them, Special Agent Forester. It would be her call.”

He gestured for taskforce to prepare to roll out. The other police officers were taping off the area and basically get some order to the region. Police officers provided Clown Frankie with a jacket and some simple sweats. She was grateful if still a bit freaked out by the whole experience.

[Frozen Shadow]

Great...

There was a nod.

"Thanks."

With that she took back to the sky again.