Boscha nodded to Amity as a third eye opened on her forehead.
"Sure, Abomination." Boscha said as she walked to the yellow costume.
Boscha started to undress and began to get dressed in her suit. Her suit was black and yellow, with a red toxic symbol on her chest. Instead of a mask, she opted for a yellow hood that covered part of her face. On her forearms were metal yellow fins. Under her arms was a modified wingsuit the allows her glide great distances. She put on her belt and placed her needle on it. Boscha flipped her hood up and smirked.
"So, about that vigilante, Mr. Hardcore. You think he'll show up around these parts?" Boscha asked before she drew a spell circle to disguise her voice.
"I doubt it, like Luz said, he was in Connecticut." Amity said, putting on her helmet.
Her suit was Black and purple with a black A on her chest. It had a helmet that covered her face and disguised her voice. Her gloves had small black arm guard spikes. She placed two pouches filled with Abomination goo on each hip.
"Abomination and Toxin, ready to deliver justice." Boscha said.
"Let's go." Amity said.
At Lilith's manor, Luz opened her trunk.
"Time for Mr. Hardcore to make his dramatic appearance."
Undressing from her street clothes, Luz put her bullet resistant armor first to cover her girls and to make her body seem more male when she gets all of it on. She put on her white shirt, then put on her jacket. She put her jeans on and then her sneakers. She grabbed her gun, brass knuckles, and knife and put them into individual sections inside her jacket. She put her wrist grappler on and grabbed her glasses. She put them on, followed by her mask, then her hat. She clipped a small voice changer onto her jacket collar and grabbed her bat.
"Time to get Hardcore."
Going to the window of her room, Luz opened it and aimed her wrist grappler the trees. She couldn't ride her new motorcycle since it was already seen in public, so until she buys one solely for her double life, Luz will have to travel by tree and roof top.
"One for the money." Mr. Hardcore said as he fired the grapples, snagging the tree. "And one for the show."
He retracted the line and was brought to the tree. He did this several times until he made it to the town. He grappled to the top of a building and looked out to the city.
"Now, is there anything-"
He was cut off when he heard a car pull up. he paid attention to an alleyway and smirked under his mask. Two people in masks got out and started unloading creates for another car that pulled up.
"Looks like there's a gun deal going on."
One of the men opened the crates so look inside, seeing dozens of guns inside and nodded to the dealers.
"This all the stuff?" One asked.
"That's all of it. Military grade with bullets that can tear through stone." Another man said with a nod.
"Why don't you try it out?" One said, snapping his fingers.
Two men bring out a woman, tied up with tape over her mouth.
"I found this witch, and as you can imagine, we can't have them in this town."
"Agreed." The man said, aiming the gun at her.
Before anything else could happen, something attached to the man's shirt and lifted him into darkness. Everyone froze until his body crashed down on the car, killing him instantly.
"Listen up, jackasses." Mr. Hardcore used his wrist grappler to get to the ground, retracting his line when hitting the ground, "There's a new Vigilante in town."
"A new vigilante?!" One asked in shock.
"What is it with this weird town and vigilantes?!" The second one asked.
"Who cares?! There three of us, one of him, and a box of guns between us." The their said as he reached for a gun and pointed it at Mr. Hardcore. "All he has is a bat! We can kill him easily!"
Mr. Hardcore looked at the guns they had.
'Assault Rifles, M4 carbine's... child's play.' Mr. Hardcore thought.
Mr. Hardcore ran at them, kicking the crate and sending it into their knees. He used the distraction to jump on the crate and jump off, hitting one with his knee. He ducked gunfire from the other two, causing the bullets to hit the person he just hit. He threw his bat at the head of one of them, razor blades and barbed wire getting caught in his eye. The man screamed in pain as he laid on the ground. Mr. Hardcore grabbed the last guy by the neck and slammed him against the car, cracking the window. Mr. Hardcore pulled out his revolver and waved it in front of his face.
"Want to see what this can do?" he asked, firing it at the person with the bat in his eye.
His brains splatted out the back of his head as the woman captures screamed, horrified by the sight of it.
"Sorry you had to see that, ma'am. Give me one moment and I'll have you freed." Mr. Hardcore said as he put his gun away, turning to the last criminal. "Now, tell me what you know, and I JUST might let you live with a couple of broken limbs."
He stayed quiet, so Mr. Hardcore did the only natural thing... he grabbed the thugs hand and broke his fingers, one by one.
"I will get answers, how much pain you endure before that is in your hands."
"Aaaah!" He screamed in pain after the third finger before Mr. Hardcore put a hand over his mouth.
"Blink 3 times when you ready to talk." he said as he broke the guys fourth finger, muffling his screams. "Neither of us have all night, so you why don't you cooperate before I finish this hand?"
He removed his hand from his mouth, holding his thumb.
"You ready to talk, or are you going to lose the ability to hitchhike?"
"I'll talk!" He said, "I work for a guy name... the Commander."
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