"Damn thugs."
A hundred feet in the air, tethered to a drone, a figure in a blue City Police uniform floated. The figure was wearing a beret, a set of green glasses, the standard windbreaker/jacket, and pants. The figure was a male, in his mid-twenties, freshly shaved. Cold green eyes looked down at the ground, towards two purple shapes.
If you look through his eyes, you'd notice something. The purple shapes were red outlines, and a translucent yellow square in the image had a camera feed rolling.
"Okay, going in."
The problem with conventional tactics was that they worked against conventional enemies. The purples/reds were not conventional. Jammers - humans who used viral EM beings to wave change. It was unclear if they were possessed or if they had a symbiotic relationship, at least in the journals.
The figure lowered as the tether extended.
The unorthodox enemies explained the unorthodox entrance. As he slowly made a descent, the officer pulled a cylindrical device from his back. Holding it like a rocket launcher, he aimed.
"Knock on wood."
The figure pulled a trigger. There was nothing; not a sound, nor a visual indication it fired.
Or was there?
The drone descended, bring him within six feet of the ground. The purple figures had faded, revealing two surprised-looking teenagers. They didn't stay surprised for long; they produced blades in unison, squaring off against the flying figure.
The officer dropped the cylinder. Then, he detached. Landing gracefully on the ground, he gestured to the troublemakers.
"Bring it." The officer said, a smile extending across his face. A vicious, wolfish smile.
Thug one and thug two exchanged looks.
"Your reign of terror is over." The officer continued.
There was a blue flash, and then the officer reappeared. More had changed than his attitude. His outfit had been replaced by a sleek, uniform blue suit and blue visored helmet. This wasn't city cop. This was RoboCop territory. He had something in his hand - something that looked an awful lot like a gun.
Thug one made a move.
The thug didn't have time to blink; he was thrown back by a sizzling bolt of energy. The second thug had circled and was dashing for a back attack. The cop simply raised a leg backwards, catching the thug full-on in the chin.
The cop slowly walked over to the first fallen thug. Raised a foot slowly, and then brought it down on the hand with the knife. Ground it, slowly. The thug was out, but he'd feel it in the morning. A satisfied smirk hidden behind his mask, the cop rolled the thug over. Producing a pair of handcuffs, he cuffed the thug expertly, and moved to the next.
"This is how you deal with crime. No need for Satella."
After cuffing the second thug, the cop deactivated his form, returning to his uniform.
"I'm bringing them in."
A station wagon appeared beside him. With seemingly little effort, he threw open the backdoors, and tossed a thug in. With a grunt, he heaved the second one in, and slammed the doors.
Overhead, the drone turned to follow.
