White Tiger Heists

BRIEFING HISTORY

The White Tigers are a gang that were located in the Bronx of New York City. Now scattered throughout the city to better cause mayhem they have started a war with the 93 Bloods, a ruthless Metahuman Traffic Smuggling gang. I, X-Gene have been tracking both gangs down, and stopping their basic heists alone, but this time, I know I need help. So if you are willing, and are able, please meet me at the subway station on 63rd and come prepared to fight.

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The 63rd station is desolate and isolated as the sub train begins it’s journey back to Manhattan. A man in a white hood, with a mask covering his mouth walks through the south side entrance of the station, searching for signs of gang members. As he walks towards the stairs, quickly three members of the “White Tigers” gang emerge from the Northside entrance.


“Well, well, well. If it isn’t the Silver Crusader himself. Whatcha gon’ do now that we got you outnumbered?” the middle White Tiger gang member exclaims with a small smirk across his face.


The hooded man stares down the three men, and almost simultaneously he charges at them. They quickly draw their glocks as they begin to fire shots, but their aim is terrible. The hooded man leaps in the air and quickly drives his left foot into the middle White Tiger’s jaw line. The gang member drops down to the concrete ground as the hooded man begins to get into a fist fight with one of the gang members, as one distracts him, the other two begin to beat down on him. The hooded man drops down to the ground on his hands and knees when suddenly-

Knightfall had gotten the message from this X-Gene character and decided to arrive fashionably late. Normally he wouldn't take on a kind of job like this but a man's got to keep busy. He'd quickly drove over to scout out the area arriving before X-Gene had. Knightfall had hidden himself in the shadows of the stations ceiling hiding on top of a girder. He watched as the three men he'd saw earlier stepped out and adressed X-Gene as "the Silver Crusader", personally he'd never heard of the guy until now. Waiting for one of the two groups to make a move the fight started and X-Gene was outnumbered and losing. Knightfall readjusted his helmet then fires both his grappling hooks onto the back of the men's jackets who were now beating X-Gene mercilessly. He then retracted the hooks and the thugs flew into the air towards him cursing now out of sight of the remaining crew member. He gripped the two men's necks as they dangled from the station's roof and then slammed their heads together with a sickening thud and let them drop to the floor below in a crumpled heap. Knightfall then jumped down from his position the unconscious men cushioning his decent, the light of the tunnel reflecting off of his visor. Then he drew his Deagle and aimed it at the last gang members skull. "Fear me, if you dare." Knightfall chuckled at his remark and fired off a warning shot into the gangsters foot.

STREET LEVEL

To someone as... special... as Dabbler, New York was famed for its hot dog street vendors, and the witch had somehow obtained currency to order from one such vendor without scaring the man away.

"Here ya go kid. One... Hotdog, with everything on it. Try not to spill." The vendor, a typical middle aged man from Jersey, handed the Dabs her order. She was currently assuming the form of a normal girl from the midwest, albeit wearing a I <3 NY Shirt and cap. She grinned ear to ear, well, not really, seeing the wonderful creation.

"Gee thanks!" Dabbler carefully took the masterpiece, admiring it like it was a true work of art. She took the first bite and was completely taken in. She washed it down with a Mountain Dew.

"Hey kid, word of advice. Might wanna lose the shirt, everyone will know you're a tourist." The vendor said with a smile, seeing the customer as a sweet kid who shouldn't have to be bothered.

"Hrrmm Hrrrmmm hmmm hmmm!" Dabbler gave the vendor two thumbs up before moving on, heading for the subway entrance.

63rd STATION

Touristy Dabbler descended into the subway, to see the wonderful public transport system New York was famed for.

With the fight going south, the White Tigers who were hiding nearby as look outs / reinforcements were slowly pulling out their weapons to shoot Knight and Crusader. That was when they spot the tourist who blundered into the fight. "...Yo, check it out. Hostage." The goons grin to each other, and capitalize, not realizing this was the Witch.

"C'mere!" The hooded goon quickly grab Dabbler, throwing her hotdog and Mountain Dew to the floor, then quickly holding her in a rear naked choke, a gun to her head.

"Alright heroes! Playtime's over! Put the gun down, or the pretty little lady gets it!" The other goon aimed his Glock pistol at Crusader and Knight. Dabbler though, was in complete shock; she saw the remains of her New York Hotdog with Everything On It on the floor, hardly two bites in. Her can of Dew too, was now a puddle of yellow-green. This overwhelmed the witch with horror, revulsion, and feelings of crushing despair.

"...You sorry lot done went and did it now. You'll be lucky if a smear of you will be left to be scooped up. hehe." Dabbler's hat remarked, assuming the form of a baseball cap.

"Who said that?" The goons were distracted by the hat, but didn't realize it talked.

The Silver Crusader grabs one of the thugs glocks and connects his left leg into the man’s knee. The thug buckles down as the Crusader grabs his gun and pulls the clip out. He then grabs the other end of it and begins to pistol whip him. The other thugs begin scrambling as he looks him dead in the eyes, holding him by the collar of his shirt.


“My name isn’t the Silver Crusader... It’s X-Gene.” X-Gene says with a low toned voice. He quickly executes a scissors sweep on the thug and pulls him into a side mount choke. He grabs his throat and strangles his throat. His head begins to turn red as X-Gene releases his grip and quickly begins throwing rabbit jabs the thug’s chest. The thug chokes up and stops breathing as X-Gene jumps off of him and runs towards one of the other gangsters, but he notices him and fires a glock shell into his shoulder blade. X-Gene quickly grabs a knife from the ground and digs into his shoulder blade, searching for the lone bullet. He scrapes and pulls the bullet out of his shoulder. He puts the shell inside of his pocket and grabs some wraps from his pocket.


“I learned the hard way to always keep this stuff on me.” X-Gene exclaims through his deep breaths. He begins wrapping his shoulder up as he walks towards the witch. He drops to the ground and glances the station, as the fight continues around him.

Knightfall shook his head in dismay as the situation somehow got worse with the gang members holding a young girl in hostage and X-Gene was incapacitated for now. "I want you sorry excuses for human life to understand that under any other circumstance the lot of you would be in a lot of pain." He exclaimed as he let his Deagle drop to the subway floor the sound echoing throughout the tunnel. Knightfall put his hands behind his head and got down on his knees adjusting the voltage on his galva-knuckles to maximum. "I'm also going to be taking the money for that hotdog you ruined out of your bank accounts and then some."

X-Gene? Sounds like a totally rad superhero! Except he totally went down like a punk, Dabs thought.

And... uh-oh, Knightfall. Dabbler recognized the man from Vegas, and the incident's aftermath left quite an amount of resentment for the witch. Dabbler needed to be someone else. But first, she needed to teach these punks a lesson.

The sound of an incoming train at the subway station masked anything that was said by any party. Before the felons could react, a portal through space-time opened below Dabbler and her captors; they re-emerged nearby, over the tracks. The ten foot fall was not too difficult to survive, but enough to injure the tigers from escaping quickly.

 "AAAAAHHHHHH!" *SPLAT* The oncoming subway train turned the two hostage takers into sloppy joes. A most gruesome end.

Tourist Dabbler of course, teleported before the train could turn her into a pancake. Using her shapeshifting, she turned into an entirely new persona, one that would hopefully shake off any possible suspicion. With long bangs and a blindfold covering her demon eyes, Dabbler overcomes the limitations of her shapeshifting, becoming an entirely made up alter ego. A tall, pale, sultry sorceress, a with long raven hair, so artificial in her beauty, with a breathy french accent.

"...Foolish mortal, you know not who you deal with. je suis ton pire cauchemar(I am your worst nightmare)..." That french she took up in highschool let her add a fancy layer. Dabbler could hardly hold in her snicker, as she was playing a totally serious sorceress. Dabbler didn't know she was facing a column when she said that though. The blindfold thing caused the practical problem of her being... blind.

Knightfall had no words for what he had just witnessed as the tourist proceeded to rip open a portal in the fabric of the universe, drop two gang members in front of an oncoming train, and she had completely changed her appearance. He only knew of one person who could possibly do all of this but decided to keep quiet until he could fully confirm his suspicions. Knightfall seeing his opportunity  shot his grappling hook at his Deagle retracting it into his hand. Then with his other hand he fired his grappling hook at one of the boarding signs in front of him, jumping and swinging forward, his feet pointed outwards. "Woo yeah! I'm like fucking Spider-Man bitches!" At the end of his swing he slammed both feet firmly into one of the Gang members chest and the man slammed into the floor, Knightfall landing on top of the man in an iconic Spider-man  pose. He then fired his Deagle at one of the gang member's testicles, almost feeling sorry for him.

The display of Dabbler's power and Knightfall's skill was enough to thoroughly intimidate any surviving Tigers, or at least make them fall back and regroup, and return with reinforcements.

Serious-Sorceress Dabbler strode over to X-Gene's side, and opened a shimmering doorway to a residential pool a few blocks away.

Dabbler clears her throat a bit, and puts on her bossy-Blissy voice. "There will be more enemies here soon, and they will know what they are dealing with. Let's take this fool elsewhere." She said, putting on the airs of someone's secret tour of New York being ruined,  hands crossed, entering the portal first while waiting for Knight to drag X-Gene through.

The L.A. mansion was lit but no one was home. Dabbler found the manicured landscape excessively boring, but she was playing pretend and she'd stick to her role. She plucked a flower and smelled it, as if to appreciate it.

Once topside, the Haughty Sorceress moved the portal over the pool. Knight needed only push X-Gene through the entry portal and he'd fall right into the middle of the water.

Knightfall nodded at the mysterious woman's remark and hurriedly picked up X-Gene's body with ease putting him over his shoulder, and then shoving his body through the portal. He then quickly poked his head through the portal, making sure the coast was clear, only to see X-Gene spluttering in the pool of a millionaire mansion. Rolling his eyes he shot his grappling hooks at a tree on the other side of the pool then swung himself over it. Upon landing he added, "If I needed a shower that badly you could've just asked you know." Laughing, he shook his head and readjusted the voltage on his galva-knuckles in case the sorceress wanted to pull any other tricks.