I am not feckin' sure what the hell is going on with all of this super-powered crap, but it sure is fun to watch gits freak out as I disappear into Shadows. There's a slight niggling in the back of my head because I'm waiting for the bad side of this to show up. All this power has to come with some sort of catch or cost. I keep trying to find the limits of these powers but most of them are my own brain trying to wrap itself around brand-new shite. I flew so fast once that I wound up on another continent. What the fuck is up with that? I've had the start of a couple different plans bouncing around my head as I work out these powers, though, so that's keeping my mind busy, too. I have no idea what to think of these other fools. I'm waiting for any of them to show some smarts, thoughts or plans about what the hell we are going to do. I'm going to get my revenge, that's for sure, and money. Lots of money. Those are my goals right now.
Three of the others have run off to Vegas for supplies and to win some cash or something. That doesn't impress me and seems pretty stupid since they'll probably get found out. I'd rather lay low til we can get shite figured out. Fury went, too, she seems okay-ish so far. She at least is trying to plan things out…use her brain. I want to talk to the Mooks, too, they will need shite to keep them happy. The stick is super useful, but carrots have their place, too. Learned that a long time ago, only reason I'm still (was?) in the PI business. I'm feeling very antsy, though, I think I'll take a small risk and flex my muscles a little bit. Go out and play. That armored car company I ran into will make a nice toy and might net me a nice little something shiny.
I head out of our compound by doing the Shadow thang and fly out onto the desert floor. I do my best to gather my power and think "FLYSPEEDFASTGO!!" Light blinds me for a moment when I stop, and I can't focus exactly. Takes me a few seconds to clear my head. Jesus Mary and Joseph! I'm over water….och! Panicking, I turn 180 degrees and fly off again. At least this time, I'm in a city but where the hell at? Are they? Holy feckin hell, that's Japanese or some shite they are speaking. Ok, stop. You're safe, don't panic again. Slow down and think. My stupid phone won't even connect to anything here, bollocks. Ok, slower, steadier…."FLY" and I'm off again. I see desert and I stop. My phone's working now…checking GPS. California. Pish. At least I got the right continent. Once more with feeling and a better idea of how many miles I need to cover. Poof, fly…annnddd..welcome to Vegas, baby! Thank goodness.
I find my way to the Loomis warehouse and scope out the place. It's after hours and the staff seem to be mostly gone. I make myself as transparent as possible (don't ask me how…I just thought "HIDE"…and my powers did the rest.) I almost seem to be made of smoke and am lighter than air, so I drift myself slowly threw some cracks in the side door….sticking to the shadows as I go. There are a couple dispatchers still in the office, and I take a lot of time to wind my way around the room. That fella on the left-most computer has his lights dimmed…..there's a good boy. Nice! He's got the dispatch map up talking to a driver. I think "STILL" and just listen for a few minutes until I hear "…high value asset. AC 7227, you are GO for transport. 20 minute ETA." That's my jam. I watch the map for until the cute, little AC logo they use starts moving. How convienent, the map even shows the route down Simmions Road. This is going to be a cake-walk.
Outside, I move quickly (but not too quick!) to the road their route is supposed to take them. Sure enough, I see the truck. It's just a standard armored truck with two guys in the front. Once it slows down for a light, I kind of float my way around the back of the truck and push myself against the back doors, looking for cracks. Yes! I squeeze thru…that cannot be more than 1/16" of an inch….that's freakin' awesome! Alarms bells….asshole with a gun inside. Goddamn it! Wait…..let me try something. I wrap myself around and in the Shadows around his feet and lower legs. I think I can do this! I close my eyes (what eyes, you fool) and concentrate on fella and "SHADOW" and I've got him! Fuckin' A…I've got him wrapped in Shadow and covered…in Me? I'm so excited, I fly us both out through that crack in the doors and straight up into the air. Dusk has fallen and there is Shadow everywhere. I'm freakin' laughin' like a maniac from adrenaline, no idea if anyone can hear me. Straight up about 70 feet…..and think about fella and "FORM" and he appears again. Goddamn, is he scared! I love this power! I release him and barely watch him start to fall before I'm back at the truck again. The truck is still moving all non-chalantly down Simmons Road so I pull the duffle bag off my back and start stuffing it full. As quickly as I can without sending myself flying across the country (which is not easy to control!), I packed the duffle bag, thing must weigh 70 pounds full, and turn back into Shadow and head back to the compound. It takes me about a two minutes to make a trip and literally dump the money in my room. Sweet! I know exactly where this truck is headed, so I'm going back for more! Damn, this is feckin' fun! On my way back, I think about the guard from the back of the truck, I'd sure like to hide his body and make this a huge mystery. I head to him and turn his body to Shadow again. This time fella's flight is much shorter….I find the nearest multi-story house and dump his body on top of it. Heh….that'll be gross and I love it.
I'm able to make five more trips before the truck starts to get close to it's destination. This is sweet…I have to have half a mill here or close to it. I'm super high on adrenaline now and grab a couple stacks of cash and go shopping. Quick stop to find a retail security store. I might have highjacked some good lookin handguns while the clerk wasn't looking, too. Tiz and Fury really have hard-ons for computers and I could really use something myself right now. Errr….where the hell can I find that shite. Google, baby. Best Buy? Really? That's your recommendation, Google. The Shadow Goddess walks herself in her human form right into Best Buy and buys some computers. That sounds lame. But, that's what I do. At least, I bought one. And now I know what I want…I may have raided their storage room for more. Nice! These monitors and the shite. Too funny. I could really steal some shite. Woohooo!
Back in my room (lair?), I dump all my loot and relish the moment a bit. Fuck that was fun! The Mooks! Almost forgot. I head upstairs and find Bard. He seems to have at least a couple brain cells to rub together. And he has a nice ass for a fella. In an effort to offer a little carrot, I strike up a "friendly" conversation about the mooks. I doubt he's buying it, but I don't really care, it's just fun to playact with people and see their response. He is smart, he's able to word-play with me a little. He suggests that food, booze and booty will help keep them happy, but also being sure they won't be eaten. I certainly can't guarantee that with Goodman around. That man/thing/whatever is fucked sideways. Anyway! I dance around that subject but offer up the rest of his suggestions. I pop off a message to Fury to grab some things for the mooks while they are out. Fury offers up the fun fact that the others are all off in the casinos, digging for gold or some shite. I laugh to myself, thinking about how they are putting a spotlight on themselves and glad I'm not there. I'm much happier in Shadow, always have been, really.
Bard and I finish up our conversation and I start to head back downstairs, when a random thought occurs to me.
"I was in prison for quite a while and had very little entertainment since I was stuck in solitary most of the time."
"Want to have sex? I'm down."
"With you? Sure!"
Neither of us last very long, it's very wham-bam-thank-you, but we have some fun. Definitely fun. I could hit that again. He's cute and that ass is fine. Carrot.
I head back to my rooms and start counting money and figuring out more shite. I leave Tiz's nine new computers and those kick ass monitors upstairs where she's been working and start counting stacks of 100s. I think I have between 600 and 750 grand. Fuck, I've never seen that much money at once. Fuckin' dog's bollacks. Now, I wait for the others to get back. They better hurry up or I'll be finding more trouble.