The Misadventures of Two Guys with Power Mimicry (Xoader)

New York, such a shit hole. It never used to be that way of course, but now there was no question. Military, meta criminals, contract killers, it was a wonder how anyone even lived here anymore. Oliver himself dreaded every instance he had to go here, but a man's gotta do what a mans gotta do, right? He was here for the family business, nothing more. He would get in, then get out, plain and simple. He was going to meet with some potential business partners that would generally help both companies out, though Masters Pharmaceuticals didn't really need it, they just had to keep impressions up. If the company didn't do company things, someone would definitely get suspicious. This deal involved New York's hospitals, they wanted his families company to sponsor and supply them with all the high tech innovations they had created. Canada was reaping most of the harvest when it came to the medicine his family made, so it was good they were spreading out a bit more. Oliver just didn't understand why Travis didn't send an assistant or something, but then again, he was the Gamma of this whole thing, so he had responsibilities.

He pulled up to the fine dining establishment this meeting was supposed to take place in in a sleek black sports car, getting out once he gave the keys to the valet. He was wearing quite fancy attire, an all black suit and sunglasses, he looked pretty smooth but that was to be expected from a Masters. He walked inside, making his way to the restaurants VIP area. Once there, two man could be seen sitting at the table enjoying drinks, while four bodyguards stood on the sidelines. A large amount, but Oliver couldn't blame the guys, this was New York after all.

"Hi there, Oliver Masters, it's a pleasure." Gamma said, shaking the pairs hands before pulling up a chair and ordering a cocktail, with extra olives.

"The pleasure is ours Mister Masters. After all, not everyone gets the opportunity we have here today." One of the men said with friendly smile. That was true really, if this meeting was anything, it was an interview, and lets just say Oliver wasn't the interviewee.

"I see you don't have any guards. I figured a man of your status would in such a city." The other man said. Oliver wondered why that was important, but brushed it off as a simple comment.

"Well, i was never one that liked to be babysat. I'm quite sure i can handle myself." Oliver said, taking a drink of his cocktail. He had done a background check on all of these men, and they were clean, so why were they acting so suspicious?

"Oh? Well, I'm sure by the end of this we'll have seen some of those skills of yours. You should have brought your people, Mister Masters." The first man said with a smirk. In the next moment Oliver could feel the cold barrel of a gun touch the back of his head. Fuck.

"Really? And here i thought you were decent people, guess i was mistaken."  Oliver said as he put his hands up. He was roughly pulled from his chair in the next moment, the whole group heading for the back door where Oliver would likely be kidnapped for ransom. That is, if he let them.

Ok, this was bad. Oliver could very well die here as he hadn't copied anything, and he really couldn't without revealing himself. If he were to do that, he would have to kill these men, and that was something he really didn't like doing, at least personally. He would eventually be pushed out the back door by the rough hands of one of the many bodyguards, causing him to trip and nearly fall. They all laughed at that for some reason or another, making sure to keep the gun pointed at Oliver so he couldn't run off or something. In the alley a getaway war screeched in, and Oliver was guided to it. This is when he realized someone else was back here, as did the kidnappers.

"Hey! You! Get help!" Oliver screamed, which earned him a swift butt from one of the mans fire arms. His head snapped back, damn that hurt. Even if you're peak human, something like that didn't exactly feel pleasant. As soon as Oliver yelled the groups attention was turned to the man with an ink covered mask, a very odd looking individual indeed.

"Hey! Get on out of here before you get shot!" One of the men said, pointing his SMG at the man in a threatening manner. Oliver really didn't want to do this, but hey, he couldn't let himself get kidnapped by some thugs. That would just spell problems for him, reputation wise and pride wise. Oliver wondered if the man would do anything, after all, he kind of looked like a vigilante type. Maybe he would stop them, maybe not, but Oliver would wait until the very last second to use his powers, just in case he didn't have too.

Ok, seemed this guy was a badass. That was convenient. As soon as the knife hit the man pointing the gun at Oliver, Gamma performed a spinning back kick to the mans head, knocking him out as he had peak human strength behind that strike. He then jumped for the gun, and rolled behind the car. The other men opened fire with their automatic weapons at the man, but his strategic use of cover prevented them from landing a hit. One of them was struck with a bullet to the head from the mans Glock, and immediately after Oliver popped up from behind the car and shot two of them directly in the heart, killing them instantly.

This unfortunately drew attention to him, and the remaining three men took cover behind various things such as dumpsters and walls. The man in the car then sped off, taking away Olivers cover and allowing one of the men to pop out and shoot at him. Great, nothing he could do here except use his powers. In the instant the man pulled the trigger, Oliver copied the guns metal, changing his skin to a metallic color and causing the bullets to bounce off him. Yeah, they left dents, but he was alive.

"He's meta! Lets scram!" The men said, but they didn't make a move from their cover just yet. Oliver had to catch them, that information was far to valuable to let it walk away.

Copy Log:

At this moment it seemed pointless to hold back on the fight, so James thought the he could really contribute a different way, since this guy was able to change into elements as well, and was obviously a meta-human. James then touched the dumpsters metal surface, changing his skin into a shiny grayish colour. He then stepped out of cover and located the remaining few. Peering over the dumpster and getting out of the cover he began to step out and one of the three fired at him and his new dense metal like body reflected the bullet off of him leaving a small scratch and tiny indent. After taking two or three shots Xoader aimed and fired a round into his head and turned to where he could see one of the others foot poking out from the cover and he shot it. After all this happened the third got out of cover and began to run, as soon as James saw him he shot his knee cap.

Once two were wounded and the other, dead. James stood in the middle of all the mess waiting for Oliver to say or do something, James left the two alive for questioning, or rather interrogation. James wanted to give Oliver the opportunity to interrogate them himself to get any answers he needed or wanted..

Copy power log (I know it's the same as yours, but it's obvious xD)

Spoiler:

"Well, thanks for that." Oliver said, dispersing his metal skin power in hopes the other dude wouldn't say anything about it. Honestly, he couldn't have any witnesses. No one was going to listen to some thugs who said Oliver Masters was a metahuman, but still, loose ends needed to be tied. He walked up to both of the injured men and put a bullet in each of their heads, then wiped the gun of finger prints and threw it aside.

"If you speak a word about what you saw me do, i can tell you it's almost a certainty you will join those men." Oliver said simply, brushing off some dirt and blood that had gotten on his suit. It was black though, so it mostly blended in. He was about to leave, but would stick around for a few seconds out of curiosity. The male seemed to have a very similar power to his own.