The Beginning
The next morning was simple enough, Brick woke his brothers up and sent them off to the facility for their schooling. Brick powered up his computer and began working on a few more essays he had due later in the week. Once every hour about half past he would float above his building and try to listen to anything going on. Eventually at half past nine he heard what sounded like radios. "Every one got it? We rush in, Me and you take the door, you four on the hostages, and you two cut the safe open. You three patrol the building and round up any stragglers. We shouldn't have to take any life, but be prepared to. If we see those annoying little bitches flying in open fire against the civilians but keep one alive to use in case we need to escape."
It was the plan for a bank robbery, and Brick smiled ear to ear. "Perfect." He called out inside his head. He rushed to the correctional facility and was greeted by Jerome.
"Already back huh? Do you need your brothers?" his question quickly answered by Bricks excited nodding. "And do the police need to be involved?"
"I don't know which one, but I think a Bank is about to be struck, just let them know to be ready to mobilize." After a quick call to the special classroom Butch and Boomer raced to the lobby. "Come on we gotta go." He called out when they rejoined him and they ran through the doors and took to the sky. Brick closed his eyes and listened, soon he heard the familiar sound of alarms going off. "Townesville First Community Bank!" He called out. And proceeded to fly in the direction.
"Whats going on?" Boomer called from behind.
"A bank robbery, with hostages." He replied to his brother.
"So operation good guys is underway now?" Butch yelled.
"Yep." Was the only response they got. Soon enough they were floating over the building. "OK lets assess the situation." He ordered. All three used their X-ray vision to see inside. What they saw were four men around the teller's counter ordering people into the closet, each seemed to have an assault rifle trained to someones head. About 23 people held hostage to these four, but none armed from the looks of it. Deep down in the bank two were setting up some device at the safe opening. Three were wondering halls checking offices and bathrooms, it would appear a mother and child were hiding in one a fair distance away from the west patrolling member. And finally two were standing at the door, sticking a piece of chain between the doors and locking it down.
"Butch, I want you to take the four who got their guns on civilians. Boomer, take the two breaking into the safe, then use your bat to destroy the cutting machine. I'll take the three patrolling around. Whoever finishes first can take out the two leaders in front got it?" He laid out a plan.
"Do we just break through the roof?" Butch asked.
"No we can't risk the innocent life. We're here to show them we're here to play nice with the city, so by the way avoid taking any life or seriously hurting these punks. We will save the more brutal stuff for the super-villains." A smile crept across the youth's face. "Let's take the back door where the armored cars park." He said pointing through the walls, all three could see the door in question with their vision. "Last thing, once we start we keep up all speed. Do not slow down at all, this will be a Blitzkrieg. We're in and out in under three minutes capiche?" He looked at his brothers nodding in understanding. "Ready?" He looked around and saw the police were already surrounding the front entrance. He was happy to have an audience for their heroic debut, but he knew he couldn't revel in the limelight this time. "Break!" he yelled, and the three boys colors shot around the back of the bank.
Soon as they entered the door they made their ways to their initial destinations. Boomer took the stairs to the two floors down and was closing in on his targets. "Hey man can't that thing cut any faster? The cops showed up too early, it's a matter of time before those girls show up to." A nervous voice called out moments before Boomers entrance into the room.
"If there was a faster setting don't you think I would already be on it?" An annoyed voice responded. Before his partner could answer back Boomer shot through the doorway and landed a fierce kick to the persons left cheek sending him flying. A sickening thud was made as he hit the wall, Boomer quickly jabbed the operator in the stomach repeatedly until he too was sent to another wall in the room. This time it was much more a softer thud as he collided with the wall. The two grown men were now groaning in pain as Boomer smiled to himself. He materialized his energy bat and wailed on the machine. Soon the sounds of powering down gears were heard as the machine was turned to bits. He grabbed the two men and flew to the front of the bank.
Brick was speeding to the bathroom he spotted the mother and child, but he saw the door swinging shut, he opened the door so fast it nearly blasted of it's hinges. He wasted no time tackling the man down and land several blows to his face, the gun falling to the ground with the initial strike. He opened the stall where the two frightened beings stood, "Listen I know this looks bad, but your gonna be safe." He gave a soft smile. "Me and my bros are taking care of these pieces of trash." He was avoiding swearing, this was his first impression he wanted it to be good. "Stay here for a few more minutes, this will be over soon." He grabbed the knocked out criminal and flew in the direction of the other two. When he saw the next patrolling guard he threw the first guy and both hit the wall behind him. He shot by and soon returned with the third guy and threw him at the other two. Two quick strikes to the still conscious men and they were soon knocked out. He smiled and flew to the front of the bank.
Butch was conflicted, on the one hand he was happy to be kicking some butt, but he was under orders not to break anything. He just shook the feelings out and proceeded to his destination. "Please don't hurt us." He could hear someone cry.
"We won't hafta if you'd just do as I say." Butch could hear the familiar sounds of something hard hitting flesh. A flash of worry was sent through the green fighters body and he picked up speed. Soon he shot through the door and threw himself between the armed men and the hostages. They opened fire, but Butch already had his sphere active and the bullets just bounced off. He himself wouldn't be hurt but he knew the sphere would protect the people more than just his body. When they all went to reload he launched his assault. He blasted a few in the chest with his heat vision, it wasn't as strong as Bricks but it had stopping power, and he laughed as they scrambled on the floor. He shot off ahead and rammed his head against the stomach of another man, he could hear the lower ribs break with the impact, and finally spun around and delivered a harsh kick to the last man standing. Pained sounds were made by all the men, Butch turned around to see the people, One lady was on the floor inches from where he was standing when he blocked the bullets, she had a bruise forming on her cheek, and butch returned the look to each of the men laying in front of him. He blasted each gun and ran to the front of the bank.
The final two men could hear all the commotion, but couldn't get any response from their men. Finally they saw green, red and blue rocket to them, the boys had completed their tasks and were all about to beat up the last two. Boomer threw his two goons at the pile Butch created, never looking away at the new targets. "Butch the left! Boomer the right!" Brick called out, and the two boys grabbed Brick's shoulders and launched their feet into their respective targets head, forcing the two faces to collide. Broken teeth and blood spilled onto the floor as they whimpered and screamed in pain. Brick blasted the chain, melting it off the door and took off. "Get the hostages outta here I'll grab my three!" he yelled as he retreated into the back of the bank.
Brick was once again in the restroom with the mom and child. "Okay lady, the bad guys are taken care of, run to the entrance, quick." He rushed her out the door. He then grabbed the three men. He threw one up over his shoulder and dragged the other two by their collars to the pile the boys had created. He laid them down, and soon he saw the mom and kid rushing out the door past them, giving her thanks as she passed. "Okay boys these goons are out like lights, save for them," He pointed to the two leaders, while not unconscious they were incapacitated not being able to remove their hands from their mouth and noses.
"Lets get outta here." Brick called out and they shot to the back of the bank and took to the skies. Then they quickly rounded back and landed on a tall building in front of the bank.
"Why didn't we stay Brick?" Boomer asked finally.
"Cause that wasn't the big show, just a warm up." He smiled looking down. All 11 men were being hauled out, two with their hands cuffed in front of them, but 9 being carried by the police force and loaded into police van. Soon they looked up and saw the familiar green, pink and blue lights streak across the skies. "Five minutes too late girls." Brick taunted inside his head. Focusing their sight, they zoomed in at the girls.
"What are you talking about we just got here?" he could hear Buttercup ask. A smile landed on Butch's face as he saw her temper rise a bit. She didn't like being played with, and Butch could see the frustration on her face.
"Well," the officer began walking to the driver door of the car. "We all saw a flash of light blue, green and red, thought it was you then the hostages came running out of the door, and the bad guys were all in a pile on the floor in the lobby. If that wasn't you who could it be?" He displayed a look of confusion on his face as he entered his car. As it drove off the three girls were standing, staring at the bank.
Brick had a sadistic smile on his face as he watched Blossom's face grow worried and confused. "Who do you think it was?" Bubbles could be heard asking her sister.
"Who else matches our description, but isn't us Bubbles?" Buttercup had a snide tone of voice.
"You mean the boys did this?" Bubbles said, this time worry in her voice which caused Boomer to erupt a smile of his own.
"Well who cares, it was just a bank. not even a good workout." Buttercup's indignation was apparent.
"Buttercup is right, if this is what the boys decide to do with their free time, what's the harm." Blossom finally spoke. The three boys dropped their smiles in disappointment as a news van rolled up. An on the scene reporter with black hair in a messy bun got out and straightened her skirt. She looked at her camera man as they performed whatever checklist they had. Soon he made a countdown with his fingers and pointed to her.
"Hello Townesville, this is your loyal Ash on the scene of the latest bad deed gone punished." The boys could hear her saying. "What was moments ago a hostage situation and a bank heist, is now a scene of fading tension as the bad guys are once again locked up, and the girls stand victorious. Let's see of we can get a word with them." She motioned with her head to the girls and asked for a few words.
The girls looked at each other and agreed with unsure looks on their face. "Oh this oughta be good." Butch snickered. He was met with a silencing glare from Brick before looking back down at the girls.
"Girls thank you so much for always taking these interviews, we here at channel 5 understand this kind of work can be tiring and we, as always, appreciate your willingness to do interviews. Now what happened here?" She handed Blossom the microphone
"Well, umm." Blossom began looking like she was trying to figure out the right words. "Well, I was sitting in class when we got the call from the mayor that a bank robbery was taking place so me and my sisters mobilized to the scene."
"How did you deal with the criminals differently, were the hostages more of a concern with today's heist attempt?" She moved the microphone back and forth between her questions and the girls answers.
"Well, when we arrived..." Blossom began to trail off and Buttercups annoyance took over.
"The stupid thing was already over by the time we got here!" She yelled, the mic probably peaked under her powerful voice.
"What do you mean? Reports say your signature flight colors rounded the Bank moments before the hostages ran out. If that wasn't you, who was it." Brick knew Blossom had to say it on camera now, and a smile was stuck on his face. He held on to her next words.
"We believe the uhhh..." Blossom took a breath and decided to just say it. "We believe the Rowdyruff Boys are the ones who rescued the bank and dealt with the attackers." The boys on top of the building were chuckling as Brick tried silencing them, fighting laughter himself.
"You mean the three boys who used to terrorize the city before your brave operation captured them five years ago?" She had a look of worry on her face.
"The same, they would seem to have reformed, but this doesn't stop our pledge to keep protecting the city and all who reside in it." Blossom held her hand to her heart and spoke deeply to the camera.
"Well Blossom we here at channel 5 know how much those words mean coming from you." She smiled down at the young super heroine, and thank you for answering our questions." The girls flew off back in the direction they came, but the reporter was still talking to her camera. "So there you have it, an exclusive word from the mighty protectors of the city, The Rowdyruffs are back in town, but have they mended their ways? Or is this some sort of community service? Whatever the answer is we here at Channel 5 news will be here. Ever so vigilant to bring you the truth." She gave one more smile and the camera man made one last gesture with his hand, then gave a thumbs up. They both walked back to their van and soon took off. The only evidence of anything taking place at that moment were the three boys who were now laughing to each other.
Brick considered this a victory. Not only did they waste the girls time by having them fly out here for nothing. Blossom had to be the one to explain they were outdone by him and his boys. After a few minutes Brick spoke, "All right boys get back to class, I gotta do the same, but tonight lets see about getting some good grub to celebrate." Brick saying he was on cloud nine felt like an understatement as the boys retook the skies above them.
A.N. hmmmm these chapters seem to be getting slightly longer, neat. Is that good? Bad? I wont know unless you leave a review would you kindly.