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Mission Name: The Last of Bus
Alignment: Evil
Type: Solo/Counter/Initiative
Rank: C
Description: A bus of tourists is passing through Gotham City as part of its annual tour. Disguise yourselves and successfully sneak onboard in order to hijack the bus and rob the tourists on board. Keep the bus moving as normal, and escape without detection with your goods.
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Slade was bored. Very bored. So bored that despite already being ridiculously rich he felt the urge to rob some people blind. A bunch would be much funner than just strong arming someone on the street, though he did love snatching an old ladies purse once in a while.
What to do, what to do?
He asked himself as he lurked in a dark alley in a not so nice area of Gotham. Two fresh roses were laid out on the ground near the end of the alley which Slade found weird. They certainly had been placed there recently as they were fully bloomed. Wonder who could've put them there. In any case his mind wandered back to the task at hand. A good old fashion stick up. he could rob a convenience store, or a bank. Too easy though. He wanted a little excitement. Something risky and dangerous that would make it worth his while. Just then he spotted it..
Pefect..
A tour bus was passing by, from the looks of it there was some kind of annual tour of Gotham. Why anyone would want to tour this dump was beyond him, but none the less he devised a plan.
Grabbing a duffle bag he had stashed nearby, he quickly puts on a large sweat suit he had that would fit nicely over his armor and removes his mask putting it into the duffle bag taking it with him as he runs in the direction of the bus. His eye patch and grey hair would make him look defenseless enough for no one to to be suspicious of him till it was too late. As the bus stops at a red light, he runs up to it knocking on the door. The driver opens it and he gets on.
That'll be $15 for the tour, though it's halfway over you still gotta pay full price.
That's not an issue, here you go my good man.
Slade then hands him a 10 and a 5, both of which were completely counterfeit. He was here to make money, not spend it. That goes against the whole concept. Any who, he makes his way to the back of the bus, the very back and squeezes in between two passengers. Having memorized the entire cities layout before even stepping foot in it, he knew a quick route out of town that they would be nearing soon if they stayed on this course. Waiting till he was a few blocks away, He takes his mask out of the duffle bag, putting it on then pulls his gun out and stands up, speaking loud enough for the entire bus to hear him.
This is a robbery, erybody get butt nekkid right now! Give me all your jewlery, watches, wallets, necklaces, belly rings, face piercing, all that shit. Everything and anything you got. Gimme all that. And you, driver, you just keep your ass on course. I see you move or starting to slow down and the back of your head is gonna be painted in passenger blood before you can blink. And don't think I didn't mean you too, when I get up there you better have any valuables ready to hand over. Keep cool, do what I say and you all might live to see the night. Anyone trying to be a hero, will die. Period.
Just then, he turns and looks at the frightened young lady next to him, terror filled her eyes and he could tell one more thing might send her over the edge.
Gimme that purse *****.
He says, snatching her purse from her hands as she begins to cry uncontrollably. Screaming, she begins to freak out. He quickly moves to behind her, grabbing her head and snaps her neck. She collapses to the ground and everyone is silent in shock.
I said keep cool. You all saw that right? She didn't keep cool. Now, anyone else wanna throw a hissy fit? Good. Just remember folks, it's only money.
Taking her purse, which was rather large, he opens it and begins to make his way up front one isle at a time. By now each passenger was down to their skivvies and Deathstroke seen some fine ladies there. I mean, oi. Avoiding getting pre'd up, he continues forwards. Each isle he opens the large purse and has each individual put thier valueables into it. One by one, till he neared the front of the bus.
Timing it perfectly as he usually does, they were just at the area he thought they would be.
Turn right and keep driving straight, I'll tell you where to go.
He says to the bus driver who immediately complies. Heading towards out of town. They were only a block or two from being out of the city, heading towards a mountainous area on the outskirts of town. Taking the bus drivers possessions, who I might note was the only passenger fully clothed at this point, he tucks the purse in his duffle bag slinging it around his back then he pistol whips the driver, grabbing him by the collar while pulling the bar to open the door and proceeds to throw him screaming out of the moving bus and jumps in the seat grabbing the wheel. The back tire hits him and the bus jumps slightly in the rear as it makes its way over his soon to be dead carcass but Slade recovers like a champ keeping the bus on course. The passengers look back at his body in the street and collectively gasp some even start crying, as Deathstroke banks a right onto a dirt trail off the road they were on, the bus begins to rumble as they make their way up the bumpy dirt road that was going uphill which was in no way made for a vehicle this size .
Hold tight folks, the end of the ride is near so don't worry.
He says looking in the rear view at their delightfully terrorized faces. It would all be over soon enough indeed. However they had seen his face so no one was leaving this bus alive. He continues up the road while pulling out a grappling gun, and stands up turning and looking back at the passengers while leaning his foot behind him on the gas and grabbing the wheel with his other hand, the bus gaining even more speed as he speaks..
Thank you for riding Deathstroke tours..
He grabs the bar opening the door with his hand that held the grappling gun and points it out the door..
Be sure to tip your waiter, on your way to whatever god you pray to that is..
He points the grappling gun at a tree, firing it off connecting with a branch and launches himself out of the open door. The passengers all start screaming as they realize they no longer see a road in front of them, the bus plummeting down a 200 foot cliff before impacting with the ground, exploderating and killing them all. Slade looks over the cliff downwards as the bus explodes, wincing in a purposely comical manner.
Oww...That's gonna leave a bruise..
And with that, he makes his way back towards the city, breaking into and hot wiring the first Prius he finds and heads off towards his lair to count da loot, and to burn the Prius, he hated those things.
Alignment: Evil
Type: Solo/Counter/Initiative
Rank: C
Description: A bus of tourists is passing through Gotham City as part of its annual tour. Disguise yourselves and successfully sneak onboard in order to hijack the bus and rob the tourists on board. Keep the bus moving as normal, and escape without detection with your goods.
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Slade was bored. Very bored. So bored that despite already being ridiculously rich he felt the urge to rob some people blind. A bunch would be much funner than just strong arming someone on the street, though he did love snatching an old ladies purse once in a while.
What to do, what to do?
He asked himself as he lurked in a dark alley in a not so nice area of Gotham. Two fresh roses were laid out on the ground near the end of the alley which Slade found weird. They certainly had been placed there recently as they were fully bloomed. Wonder who could've put them there. In any case his mind wandered back to the task at hand. A good old fashion stick up. he could rob a convenience store, or a bank. Too easy though. He wanted a little excitement. Something risky and dangerous that would make it worth his while. Just then he spotted it..
Pefect..
A tour bus was passing by, from the looks of it there was some kind of annual tour of Gotham. Why anyone would want to tour this dump was beyond him, but none the less he devised a plan.
Grabbing a duffle bag he had stashed nearby, he quickly puts on a large sweat suit he had that would fit nicely over his armor and removes his mask putting it into the duffle bag taking it with him as he runs in the direction of the bus. His eye patch and grey hair would make him look defenseless enough for no one to to be suspicious of him till it was too late. As the bus stops at a red light, he runs up to it knocking on the door. The driver opens it and he gets on.
That'll be $15 for the tour, though it's halfway over you still gotta pay full price.
That's not an issue, here you go my good man.
Slade then hands him a 10 and a 5, both of which were completely counterfeit. He was here to make money, not spend it. That goes against the whole concept. Any who, he makes his way to the back of the bus, the very back and squeezes in between two passengers. Having memorized the entire cities layout before even stepping foot in it, he knew a quick route out of town that they would be nearing soon if they stayed on this course. Waiting till he was a few blocks away, He takes his mask out of the duffle bag, putting it on then pulls his gun out and stands up, speaking loud enough for the entire bus to hear him.
This is a robbery, erybody get butt nekkid right now! Give me all your jewlery, watches, wallets, necklaces, belly rings, face piercing, all that shit. Everything and anything you got. Gimme all that. And you, driver, you just keep your ass on course. I see you move or starting to slow down and the back of your head is gonna be painted in passenger blood before you can blink. And don't think I didn't mean you too, when I get up there you better have any valuables ready to hand over. Keep cool, do what I say and you all might live to see the night. Anyone trying to be a hero, will die. Period.
Just then, he turns and looks at the frightened young lady next to him, terror filled her eyes and he could tell one more thing might send her over the edge.
Gimme that purse *****.
He says, snatching her purse from her hands as she begins to cry uncontrollably. Screaming, she begins to freak out. He quickly moves to behind her, grabbing her head and snaps her neck. She collapses to the ground and everyone is silent in shock.
I said keep cool. You all saw that right? She didn't keep cool. Now, anyone else wanna throw a hissy fit? Good. Just remember folks, it's only money.
Taking her purse, which was rather large, he opens it and begins to make his way up front one isle at a time. By now each passenger was down to their skivvies and Deathstroke seen some fine ladies there. I mean, oi. Avoiding getting pre'd up, he continues forwards. Each isle he opens the large purse and has each individual put thier valueables into it. One by one, till he neared the front of the bus.
Timing it perfectly as he usually does, they were just at the area he thought they would be.
Turn right and keep driving straight, I'll tell you where to go.
He says to the bus driver who immediately complies. Heading towards out of town. They were only a block or two from being out of the city, heading towards a mountainous area on the outskirts of town. Taking the bus drivers possessions, who I might note was the only passenger fully clothed at this point, he tucks the purse in his duffle bag slinging it around his back then he pistol whips the driver, grabbing him by the collar while pulling the bar to open the door and proceeds to throw him screaming out of the moving bus and jumps in the seat grabbing the wheel. The back tire hits him and the bus jumps slightly in the rear as it makes its way over his soon to be dead carcass but Slade recovers like a champ keeping the bus on course. The passengers look back at his body in the street and collectively gasp some even start crying, as Deathstroke banks a right onto a dirt trail off the road they were on, the bus begins to rumble as they make their way up the bumpy dirt road that was going uphill which was in no way made for a vehicle this size .
Hold tight folks, the end of the ride is near so don't worry.
He says looking in the rear view at their delightfully terrorized faces. It would all be over soon enough indeed. However they had seen his face so no one was leaving this bus alive. He continues up the road while pulling out a grappling gun, and stands up turning and looking back at the passengers while leaning his foot behind him on the gas and grabbing the wheel with his other hand, the bus gaining even more speed as he speaks..
Thank you for riding Deathstroke tours..
He grabs the bar opening the door with his hand that held the grappling gun and points it out the door..
Be sure to tip your waiter, on your way to whatever god you pray to that is..
He points the grappling gun at a tree, firing it off connecting with a branch and launches himself out of the open door. The passengers all start screaming as they realize they no longer see a road in front of them, the bus plummeting down a 200 foot cliff before impacting with the ground, exploderating and killing them all. Slade looks over the cliff downwards as the bus explodes, wincing in a purposely comical manner.
Oww...That's gonna leave a bruise..
And with that, he makes his way back towards the city, breaking into and hot wiring the first Prius he finds and heads off towards his lair to count da loot, and to burn the Prius, he hated those things.
