What Happens in Vegas. Doesn't Stay In Vegas. [ Topic Finished. ]

The lights and sounds of Las Vegas whipped by Scott as he ripped through the crowded streets. How fitting, he thought, that his latest pursuits should bring him here. Sin City, a place well deserving of its name. Every manner of vile human filth scuttled across the streets and seeped through every crack and crevice. He belonged here alright, that was for sure. And as he zipped past the casinos and noise he couldn't help but wish he was here for some other reason. This city needed a savior, needed someone to cleanse it in fire, rip the evil out at its heart. If only he had the time. But the current situation was far too important.

Just scraping the already shallow skyline were two large helicopters dragging a large vault through the air behind them. A heist, and a big one at that, had just been pulled at one of the largest casinos in town. An unknown group had pulled job with massive casualties. These people were not messing around. Every guard had been gunned down within the place and they hadn't even bothered to crack the massive vault. Instead they had chosen to blow it from its foundation and fly it away later to some unknown location. They were sloppy, that was evident, but powerful. They obviously had some massive fire power and weren't afraid to use it, which was why Scott was on the scene.

Seeing the reports live as the situation unfolded, he had sprung into action and run the 250 or so miles to the current location. By that time, the vault was already airborne and the criminals no doubt believed they were home free...not if Redline had something to say about it. With blinding speed his tore through the streets and the crowds, growing ever closer to his target. As he approached he noticed a woman, clad in the most bizarre of clothing. An alien and deadly looking gauntlet clung to a strange rapier as she stood watching the large screen on his right. Either this was one strange individual or a meta. Scott hoped for the first, though he was ready to deal with her if she got in the way.

Dashing by her he was now directly below the helicopters, his mind racing at speeds even faster than his legs. Quickly he sprinted to a nearby building and used his intense speed to scale its surface. He turned his head as he reached eye level with the pilot of the first copter. Their eyes met and Scott grinned beneath his breathing apparatus as he vaulted himself backwards at the front windshield of the copter. In Scott's mind the events occurred in total slow motion. His back first parallel to the ground then his head looking down at the human ants below. Then he landed, feet smashing into the bulletproof glass. The force was shocking and jarred him for a moment, but he could see the fear in the occupants eyes. They knew the same as Scott, escape was no longer an option.

As Scott soared through the air he saw the woman from before, transform? He couldn't be sure. What he did know was that she like him was jumping in on the action. Some help for once was certainly appreciated. But there was no time to focus on that. This helicopter needed to come down, as did the other and the vault. Taking a clawed hand, he dug into the metal above the windshield and proceeded as he clawed his way across the side of the copter. The main drive engine sat at the side of the helicopter, he knew that. And as he worked his way to the side he looked again inside of the passenger compartment. The men inside were frantically shuffling through a bag, quickly pulling out a large machine gun turret. The fire power behind these guys did not cease to astonish him.

As soon as the turret was out, the criminals flung open the side door and shoved the barrel out into the night air. Scott had to move fast, with this claws dug deep into the thick metal his speed was greatly reduced. With as much speed as he could Scott worked his way onto the tail of the copter, just out of the perps reach though he could hear the turret revving up. These people needed to be shut down NOW. Out on the tip of the tail he could feel the wind pushing against his face from the rear blade. It threatened to fling his hood from his head, revealing his face, something he could not have happening. With his right hand he thrust his titanium compounded claw into the rear of the tail, opposite the side of the blade. He could feel the tension on his claws and wrist as the tail blade struggled to continue spinning. It gave a sickening and deafening screech then flew off the back of the helicopter down at the cable linking this helicopter to the safe. It snapped, sending the vault and the woman on it swinging wildly behind the remaining helicopter and Scott into a dizzying spin as he remained attached to the current one.

Mustering all his strength, he leapt from the spinning death machine in a leap of faith. As his vision slowed back down, he caught site of the remaining bit of cable still attached to the flying vault and reached as far as his grip would extend. Just barely he grabbed it with a hand and nearly slid off. Just behind him he watched as the first helicopter collided with a nearby building and burst into flames. One down. he though as he clung to the flapping bit of corded steel. Slowly he climbed up to the vault, finding more stable footing on top of it along with the metallic woman. "I don't suppose...you're here to help...are you?" With every pause in his speech came a sharp and labored breath, his lungs in a permanent state of horrid disrepair from his "old life".

A hand. A friendly hand, How long had it been since Scott had actually been offered one. His mind was floored for a moment. This woman obviously didn't recognize the darkness in him, though he didn't mind. It was no secret that what the middle-aged Scott had in speed he lacked in strength and climbing the rope had been taxing. Gladly he accepted the kind gesture and was hoisted onto the swinging vault.

After hearing her plan Scott lifted a hand to his mask and turned a dial on it opening up the tubes running into it and releasing medicine into his damaged lungs. He breathed in deeply, letting his special brew work its way into his system. Again he spoke, addressing Sai once again. "While I agree the vault needs to drop...we cant just leave these vile people...escape unharmed...they'll kill again and I cant...allow that...You dont have some way...of getting us up there...to bring them down...do you?" He could only hope she did.

The woman had listened to him, good. She even had a means of entry. However, that still left them with the problem of climbing the cord. Thinking for a moment Scott tried to rationalize just how they could get to the helicopter above. Deciding on what he though was a good plan Scott grasped the metal cord tight in his right hand, his dominant hand. "I'd suggest you hold on tight...this is gonna be rough." Giving the woman a moment to reach to the cable, Scott wound his left arm back and swung it at blistering speeds at the cord. It severed instantly, dropping the vault into the streets below and releasing the tension on the other end of the cord. With nothing more to stretch it out, Scott and the woman were sprung ever closer to the helicopter. Pulling hard he vaulted from the cable and sunk his left claw and both feet into the bottom hull. With his right hand he reached out to the woman, looking to assist her ascent as well. "Grab on quick...we've got to ground this...bird."

"One way but up" the woman smirked as she ripped through the hull on the bottom of the helicopter. The cable cutting had worked and they were now each clinging to the ever decreasing floor of the helicopter. Once the hole the woman was quickly creating in the helicopter was large enough Redline wasted no time darting inside the metal death trap. Inside there were around six men, each armed to the teeth with guns and ammunition. All except the pilot were trained on Redline and each began to unload at him. Through his slowed sense of time, Scott watched as each bullet flew in at him, every round capable of ending his life. With lighting speed he evaded them all and began to sprint around the inside of the helicopter. As his speed picked up, it created a gyroscopic force inside the aircraft. "Hang on...out there!" Scott shouted to the woman who had aided him in reaching these criminals. The force of his sprint began to topple the helicopter, tipping it on its side and forcing it to lose its bearings. Scott watched as the men inside slammed against the right interior wall of the descending aircraft. But Scott did not stop there, he continued his maddening sprint until helicopter began a dizzying death roll, careening at an ever increasing velocity towards the city below. These men were all going to die, Scott would make damn sure of that.

Continuing his sickening spin Scott looked out to the front of the front wind shield. The ground was approaching fast, even for his tastes. Looking out he saw the woman who seemed always to be in the right place at the right time busting through the glass. Her strength was admirable, something at times Scott wished he possessed as well. But that was neither here nor there. The woman reached through and pulled the pilot from his seat, sending him flying down to the pavement below. His innards scattering across the busy Las Vegas streets.

Seeing an opening, Scot used his momentum and full sprinting force to run for the only exit he saw, and the woman who was helping him. He knew it was a long shot, but a jump from the helicopter was had a better chance of survival than going down with this doomed piece of machinery. At a full 550 mph he shot from inside the helicopter, tackling the woman clinging to the outer hull. They both went soaring through the warm night sky. The lights below whizzed by. Behind him, Scott could here the helicopter crash to the ground. In the corners of his eyes he could see the blaze from the exploding gas tank closing in around the two of them. But his gaze now was fixed on the building he and the woman were rapidly approaching.

And just like that, they crashed together through one of the upper story windows, tumbling end over end into the empty office building. Scott's limbs ached and he could feel a shard of glass stuck into his shoulder, immobilizing his left arm. Sitting up, the pain rocked his body. He winced, feeling blood trickle down the outside of his suit. "Shit...you alright?" Scott was mentally kicking himself. That little stunt could have got him killed, could have killed his new ally killed as well.

Relieved that the woman had been unharmed by their ordeal, Scott attempted to stand. There was more glass in him than he initially thought and as he rose, pain shot through his back. A few smaller shards had lodged themselves there. They were less serious but painful none the less. Hearing the woman and seeing as she was investigating his shoulder, Scott tried to move his arm. It was no use, the glass was lodged deep in the muscle preventing it from moving. The attempt shot blasts of pain down his arm and into his finger tips, bringing him to a knee. "I...I'm fine...I've had worse injuries...before"

He reached up to his shoulder with is functioning arm. As soon as he touched the large shard pain once again rocked his body, forcing a struggled scream past his lips. He hated to admit it but he needed assistance. Since his transformation into Redline, Scott had not sought assistance from another being. He felt it selfish and weak. But now, kneeling on the floor, glass riddling his body, he felt very weak indeed. Shame was all he could feel. Shame that he could be bested by a pane of glass while this woman could walk away unscathed. With resignation in his ragged voice he spoke. "You wouldn't happen to have...any means of removing this for me...would you?"