Bowstring Blue is a well sort after a high-rise apartment complex in the up crust of Zenyatta City. Everyone that's anyone lives in this neighborhood. They live and breathe high society, mingling with only the best that the city has to offer. To their standards. Bowstring Blue was built as a marble for the working man, but money talks, wealth whispers. It later became a gold bar for those with a silver spoon.
One of the apartments is currently being under siege by a burglar. This one is crafty. They snuck in through the front door in a staff uniform and false ID card. Tailored in all black to hide their face. They had a clear target in mind to break and enter.
They let themself in, already aware of the vacancy in the apartment. Using a perfectly cut skeleton key based on the complex's very own set. They even took the time to black out the cameras, keeping his actions hidden.
With their eye on the prize, they head into the bedroom and open the wardrobe in the wall. After feeling around, his fingers brush against a latch in the back. Pulling on it, releases the back, revealing a secret compartment with a safe.
He gets on his knees, closes the wardrobe doors behind him, and gets to work. Pulling out his kit, he gets personal with the safe, breaking any boundary between the two. It doesn't take him too long to solve the combination lock for the first two entries. The contents of the safe are his for the taking.
The wardrobe doors swing wide open, casting a light over the would-be burglar's shoulders. Caught off guard, he turns to look behind him. Standing in the way of the light are two police officers, Masura, and a rookie cop he's brought with him on a routine check-up.
"Morning," Masura is in a good mood today. His tone is more free and warm, even when addressing a criminal. "Let me help you up," Masura grabs the burglar by the shoulders and pulls them to their feet.
The rookie in turn gets down and starts grabbing their tools as evidence, gathering them with a pair of gloves before dropping them into a plastic bag. Masura pulls the mask from them, revealing their bright ginger hair.
On their feet, the burglar sees the apartment owner sitting down on the bed staring out at them. "That's them, officer." The owner is a middle-aged businesswoman. She has an angry stare in her eyes. "This is the one that the caller told me about."
The burglar just looks at them in disbelief, "Caller? What caller?"
"Some man called me before I left for work. They warned me of an armed burglar planning to break in."
Hearing what the owner just said, it takes a moment for him to fully process it. "Wait, I'm not armed, I swear!"
Masura shares a look with the rookie. Grabbing the thief's bag, they search for anything other than their tools. The rookie's eyes widen as they pull out a loaded revolver. "Sir."
Masura's mood shifts, seeing the weapon has changed the atmosphere of the room. The look in the theft's eyes says it all. This was the first time seeing the gun.
"It's just not your day," with the rookie in toe, Masura drags the thief out of the apartment, leaving the owner to deal with the aftermath of her safety and secure.
Being pulled out of the apartment, dragged down the corridor, and bungled into the lift, he remains quiet. As if the reality around him was being shattered, and now he was brought into a new world.
In the same blink of an idea for his world to crumble, he was thrown into the back of their car. Hands cuffed together, stripped of his tools, he went from a would-be thief stealing from the higher class, to just a man contained for their crime.
Masura stands outside the car with the rookie. "Not bad, haul. Make sure to be careful with those. We've got enough already for a case, but this at least covers the blank spots."
With their backs turned to the thief, the car starts up on its own before any of them could get back in. Their cruiser takes off down the road, leaving them in its dust with the thief in the back confused about how the car just started driving on its own.
"Rough morning?" A voice calls out to him from the front of the car. The thief can see the stirring wheel turn on its own.
Suddenly a figure appears from nowhere in the driver's seat. A familiar rustic and grey Kamen Rider. It's the cobra Rider that gave Ren the CyberLink.
The Cobra Rider continues to drive, locking all the doors to prevent the thief from leaving. "Let me guess, the heist didn't go as you planned?"
"Who are you?" the thief being savvy enough isn't taking any chances. "Look, I'm already having a rough day, so if you want something, just spit it out."
They can't help but start laughing. "Oh trust me. The last thing you'd want is for me to start spitting." He does just that, shooting a loogy from his mask onto the dashboard. It starts smoking before melting the plastic on the dash. "As for my name. You can just call me for now. That's simple enough, right?"
sprouts a snake from his head like Medusa. It takes the wheel and stirs the car for him as he turns around to face the thief.
"Here, let me help you with those." He spits another one, aiming point blank through the bars, hitting the cuffs. They dissolve away, freeing the thief from their bounds.
Wanting to make a hasty retreat, they grab the door and try to open it, but it won't budge.
"Yeah, I knew you'd do that. I needed you to stay put to have this heart-to-heart with you."
He gives up, the thief slumps down in his seat. "What do you want from me?"
"I want to give you a second chance. I've been following your work, and think you have potential. You're just a little too slow."
The thief kicks his legs in frustration, taking great offense to the comment. His foot hits a metal briefcase under the driver's seat.
"See that? It's yours. There's a convey delivering a large deposit to City Bank. If you think you can handy it, open that, break out of here, and do it."
The thief picks up the case with a very prominent ZOO logo on the front. He opens it, and reveals a CyberLink and ZoPhone. Reaching in, he takes out the orange ZoPhone and accidentally presses the power button on the side. "Cheetor!"
"What the hell is this?"
The thief looks up to find has vanished. The car gets out of control, stirring all over the road with a brick holding down the acceleration. The thief's time is limited. If he's not careful, the car will smack straight into the oncoming tree.