This is Kathy Lee here at the Diamond Depository here in Downtown Philidelphia where police are still looking for the group of metahumans who pulled of an amazing crime. So far the police are saying that at least four, maybe more, metapowered individuals stormed the Depository and took all six of the employees hostage before making a miraculous getaway with more than $10 million dollars in percious jewels. All of the employees were injured and have been taken to the hospital for immediate medical treatment. A note left by the assaliants identifies them as the same group who has been commiting similar crimes in banks in Chicago, New York, and LA. The group calls itself the Metahuman Brotherhood of.....
"Damn reception!" Hill said as he pounded his fist on top of the TV. The County Clerk's Office had a small, portable one under one of the desks. The reception had been poor and fading until it turned completely into black and white static on the screen. After a few moments, he gave up and returned to his search for weapons of any kind.
"What do you know about small towns?" Dirk asked Tayden out in the hallway as he lit a cigar.
"Apparently they don't like smoking in their courhouses," the angel said as he pointed to a large No Smoking sign above Dirk's head.
"Other than their facist ways," the gunslinger said after letting out a big ring of smoke. "They like to economize. Put as much as you can in one place. Make life easier." He walked down a flight of stairs and stopped in front of a door with a glass window in the center. Sheriff Dept. was stenciled on the glass. "And easier it is."
The gunslinger and the angel walked in while Jason Hill finally caught up with them. A bullet to a Masterlock made the gun cabinet open to them to pillage. "Mostly shotguns and a few Snub nosed .38s. They won't do much but slow the bastards down." Dirk made his way deeper into the abandoned station while Tayden and Hill finished emptying the gun cabinet.
"MOTHER FUCKER!" they heard come from the back. They ran to see what was wrong and then realized when the arrived. Dirk had gone into the back, to the holding cells. There, several accused criminals sat in their cells. They looked hungry. When the zombie hord attacked this peaceful little town, the sheriff and his deputies must have gone to take care of the problem without knowing what they were getting into. In doing so, they had left everyone who had been arrested the previous few nights alone. Everything from drunk drivers to bar brawlers and car thieves lay wasting away.
"We should do something for them," Tayden said as he began to think of ways to ease their pain.
"Yeah," Dirk responded, "but I'm sure you wouldn't like my idea."
