Pyro

[ MIDTOWN TECHNICAL HIGHSCHOOL - 16 June 2009 - 11:10 Am]

"Can I kill him?" Jason asks as he looks down at his phone screen, focusing on the moving black arrow icon. Felicia grins, amused at him. "You can't kill your intern." Jason narrows his eyes at her, irritated. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?". Felicia's grin widens at laughs. "Immensely."

Jason looks at her amused expression with an annoyed glare. He then sighs and dials a number on his phone.

"Sup"

"Where are you going?"

"What do you mean? I'm at th--"

"I left one tracker on your suit."

"Really!? I thought you took all of them off."

"I lied. Now where are you off too."

"...Please don't be mad I know you have the whole we operate only in the dark rule bu--"

"Because it's safer and it makes it harder for people to keep track of us."

"I know, but I got some intel from Web that Pyro is holding a meeting at some newly opened nightclub at Albion Avenue."

"..."

"This is probably the only chance I'll get at catching him."

"...Fine, but make it quick and don't draw too much attention."

"Thanks, they won't know what hit them"

"...Just be careful, kid."

"Come on have some faith man. You did train me."

"Yeah. Talk to you later."

Jason ends the call and pockets his phone. He sighs and places his head on the railing of the roof. "Hey, he's gonna be okay," Felicia says softly while rubbing circles on his back. Jason lifts his head, looks at her for a few moments, and then smiles smugly. "Yeah, I did train him, and I'm amazing." She just chuckles and nods her head.

[QUEENS - 16 June 2009 - 11:14 Am]

Apollo stops on the roof of the building opposite the nightclub. He activates his Eagle Vision on his Tactical Shooting Glasses. His vision changes, and he looks at the club's second floor, seeing eight red human glows sitting around a table, two standing at the room's door, and one gold human glow standing at the head of the table. Next, he looks to the first floor and sees two red glows standing by the entrance, one by a bar and four sitting around a table.

Apollo deactivates Eagle Vision on his glasses, "I got you now, you asshole," He says with a smile, draws his bow, and shoots a zip line above the floor-to-ceiling window of the building.

Meanwhile, a 5'10" man with a burn scar on the side of his face, red short-length hair, wearing a white shirt with a red biker jacket, blue jeans, and biker boots. He is standing at the head of the table, glaring at the eight men sitting at the table.

"Let me get this straight, some robin hood looking bastard has been going around and fucking with us for the last few months?" he growls, glaring at them. "Ye-yes s-sir, he ju-just po-popped out of nowhere," One of the men answers in a shaky tone, not making eye contact with the other man. "Yeah and sometimes he's seen with Red Hood." Another agrees with a nod.

"He works with Red Hood? What the hell is that bastard doing all the way over here?" Pyro asks, confused. "It seems like Red Hood is training him, boss," A dark-skinned man answers with a shrug. Pyro just raises a brow and sighs. "God fucking dammit all. Does anyone know who this archer guy is anyway?" He asks, looking at the men who shake their heads.

He clenches his jaw, and just as he opens his mouth to say something, the window shatters with Apollo crashing through it and rolling to a crouch, shooting a flash arrow at the ceiling.

THUNK--BANG

The flash arrow explodes, blinding everyone except for Apollo. He takes out a tri-shot arrow and shoots it. The arrow splits into three single arrows hitting three men at the table in the head.

He dodges a blindly thrown punch, flips the guy to the floor, takes an arrow from his quiver, and stabs him in the throat. Next, he draws two sticky arrows and shoots them at the two guards at the door. The arrow explodes on impact, releasing a white substance covering and sticking their whole upper bodies to the wall.

He sees one of the men at the table pull a gun and quickly shoot him in the shoulder, causing the man to drop the weapon.

"Holy shit???" Apollo exclaims, looking wide-eyed at the fired projectile heading straight toward him. He quickly pulls out his force field arrow and jams it into the floor at his feet, releasing the force field and protecting him from the fired projectile.

"You thought I would be easy to care of, huh? Fucker!" Pyro says with a snarl, his arms covered with flames, looking at Apollo's shield with a glare. He fires two more projectiles that slam against the shield but do not damage it.

"I did not know he had powers," Apollo murmurs to himself, still in shock, looking at Pyro. The remaining four men sitting at the table, recovering from the flash, take out their guns and start firing at the shield too. "Don't let up that thing has to come down eventually," Pyro commands as he continues firing projectiles.

"Hey! How about you guys just surrender?" Apollo yells over the sound of gunfire and fire projectiles hitting his shield. "Fuck off and die, bastard," Pyro yells back, still throwing fire projectiles at him. "Didn't think so" Apollo shrugged and pulled out a small silver disc from his pouch.

The four men stop firing all at once to reload their guns. Apollo tosses the disc through the force field at Pyro, who blasts it before it can hit him. The force field drops and Apollo quickly fires another tri-shot arrow hitting three men in the head and the last man with a shock arrow, electrocuting him.

Apollo does a quick side flip dodging another projectile fired by Pyro and shoots a ricochet arrow to his left. "You missed bitch" Pyro says with a smirk.

"No, I didn't," Apollo grins and watches as the arrow bounces off the wall behind and hits Pyro on the shoulder, causing him to howl in pain, holding on to his shoulder. Apollo quickly fires a capture arrow at him, which ties his entire body in a metallic tape with only his head remaining uncovered.

"You think this ca--" Pyro stops, confused at the tape covering his body, "What the hell is this?" He glares at Apollo. "Capture tape. It's able to restrain meta-humans such as yourself," Apollo says with a shrug and fires a sticky arrow at the door blocking it.

"Meta-human? the fucks that?" Pyro asks, still glaring at him.

"Humans with superpowers, asshole, which you are one of them," Apollo says, rolling his eyes at him. They both hear banging on the blocked door as the other men try to get in.

"Alright it's time to go night-night sunshine," Apollo says, grinning at Pyro and knocking him unconscious.

[QUEENS - 16 June 2009 - 15:20 Am]

Apollo is standing in what looks like an abandoned room with Pyro still in the capture tape lying on the floor, his face battered and bloody, with multiple arrows sticking out of him, on various places of his body.

"Come on man just tell me where Jakal is?" Apollo asks, looking frustrated at him.

"G-g-go *cough* *cough* fu-fuck yourself," Pyro says, glaring at him through his swollen eyes.

"*sigh* Come man, the sooner you tell me, the sooner this is all over," Apollo says, gesturing between.

"I-i-I *cough* te-telling *cough* you sh-shit," Pyro says, grinning with his bloodied teeth.

"Fine then," Apollo says and shoots him in the head with an arrow killing him.

"Can't believe I wasted three hours torturing this guy just to get nothing" He sighs in agitation, looking down at the now dead Pyro. He bends down, retrieves his arrows, and unravels the capturing tape from the corpse. He steps back, looking at Pyro's dead body, then turns and leaves the room.

"Good I need to clean my suit" He looks down and groans at his blood-covered suit. He takes out his DEDSeC phone and calls Jason.

"Sup Intern"

"Hi"

"So any luck."

"Nah, he wouldn't talk."

"Too bad"

"Yeah..."

"Well, I'll see you at the Hideout."

"Yeah see you."