Who Robs A Bank After Labor Day? (Hanna)

A joint task force robs it, that's who. For some reason everyone wandered around in a trance like state, pulling everything out of the vault and placing it into a large cart to push back into the lobby of the bank. Hostages surrounded the lobby with security and police walking a perimeter to keep everyone under control. When the silent alarm first rang out to call for police help, it only took six minutes for an armed response, and it only took seven minutes for each of the men who entered the bank to suddenly betray those they swore to protect. After the first defection, a second wave entered close to the building to cut off the exits, until the second wave decided to join the first responders inside.

With a fully stocked assortment of twenty police officers and ten security guards, keeping the bank under control and the outside police forces stalled came with no obstacles. Danny stood on the sidelines waiting to get called into action. She didn't know how this Prodigy thing worked, but figuring out how to break down the siege and save hostages felt about right. Too bad the police chief refused to accept her credentials as a member of a super, possibly secret, hero organization, so Danny just waited for the police to disperse just enough of a gap for her to get into an alley.

So, the gap came, but not as secretly as Danny thought. Once in the alley, she made her way towards the backdoor of the bank. A challenge came out for Danny to identify herself. Seeing two officers still possessing their wits, Danny knew they would only get in her way, but also knew they wouldn't break line to chase her too far. Danny took off, her ponytail pouncing off her simple t-shirt garb. For the most part her plan worked, for the rest of her plan, two mindless officers stood before her. A quick touch of her bracelet instilled her with enough quickness to channel the Egyptian defensive fighting style to put both men on their backs with only a little fatigue to herself.

Once she put both men in a more subdued state, she felt a hand grab her shoulder. "Okay, I know I broke the lines, but it's okay..."

The pursuing officers had a more dangerous look to their eyes. The caution they once displayed turned towards an instinct to inflict a severe agenda. "You're going to see the master." The arresting officer's partner stepped behind Danny and grabbed her other arm. "She will not be stopped by you."

The annoyance at dropping ice cream did not compare to being held hostage in a bank, or rather, hiding in the bathroom to avoid being held hostage. Katrina was in sword form across Hanna’s back while she processed how to get out of her. The little dragoness jumped, and grabbed onto the toilet stall’s wall to peer over the edge. The mortals had been reduced to a zombie like state and were wandering around and mumbling something about “the master.”

This, is beyond creepy. Hanna thought before opening the door. The sinks were broken, dripping water onto the floor. Hanna looked at the water, seeming to consider it before it began slithering across the floor towards her, sliding up her pant leg (leaving the fabric dry) and wrapping around her wrist like a bracelet. I can use you.

Carefully, she pushed the bathroom door open. Hanna crouched low and scurried over towards the emergency exit. Upon slipping out the door, she came across several police officers and a teenage girl, about her age. Upon watching the situation unfold, Hanna decided that the little mortal female was on her side and had abilities.


“Oi! Uglies!” Hanna stepped out of the shadows, her eyes looking like a reflective silvery blue… almost reptilian. It was quite a sight, a tiny teenager, just barely 5’3”, and a sword across her back. The deranged cops look startled as she leapt forward and the water around her wrist formed a whip and it came hissing through the air, snapping just above one of their ears. Hopefully, this was enough of a distraction to let the little meta do something besides stare at this pint sized demon warrior creature.

Best not squander this opportunity. Danny wanted to see the master, but wanted to get her audience on her own terms without the need for a police escort. Leading diplomacy with a left elbow usually did wonders for silencing the minority opinion. She never read that in a book, but when she sat down to write the Prodigy Handbook of Operations, she might put a subsection about it. This guy at her feet might need some help reading since Danny just knocked off his equilibrium, but at least he was only knocked out.

The next guy went down quick with a personal kick bellow the belt. While still conscious, Danny grabbed him and took control of his shoulders. "Who is the master?"

"I can take you to her. She will want to see you." His head swiveled back and forth, but never set his eyes on any one point.

"Where is she?"

"Watching."

His revelation prompted Danny to investigate the alley. Cameras over the door. Windows on the high floors. She needed to get inside and out of sight. First, she took the officer's handcuffs and cuffed all four officers to keep a problem from resurfacing again. Then, she walked over to her knew compatriot. "Thanks, you helped me out right there. I'm from an organization called Prodigy. I guess we're heroes." Time barely passed before sound in the deep heart of the building started to rise again. "We need to figure this out before it gets too bad." Danny slid in through the door and tried to find somewhere safe to hide to think over her next course of action. A security guard and a police officer strolled by to check on the alleyway scene, giving Danny a clear avenue to a stairwell. "It's like these guys are brainwashed or something. Do we go for the hostages or the master first?"