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Well that was interesting Beach concluded, watching most of the heroes and mutants go. Then the Feds showed up, which was strange considering SHIELD by extenison, GI JOE were the ones who handed processing Cobra terrorists.
His questions were interrupted by the sudden appearance of a familiar face Doreen aka Squrriel Girl, a heroine he ended up teaming up on a few occasions. A rather chirry person in his opinion but not unwelcomed. Slightly smiling beneath the mask Beach replied.
"It sure has been some time Doreen. I think everything is under control...
Suddenly he noticed the supposed Feds putting on gas masks, setting off alarms in his minds. He called out to everyone just as the gas grenades were starting go off.
"Everyone get down they're not Feds!"
Taking cover behind an overturned table, Beach strayed his own gas mask over his regular one while two of his men were already down with the gas affects and the reminder struggling to put on theirs. Becoming focused Beach aimed at the nearest fake Fed and fired, an instant kill to the chest area.
"Damn these snakes and their tricks."
He muttered while reloading behind cover.
View attachment 140112 "Beach!" Doreen exclaimed from a tree that inexplicably was in the parking lot of the nightclub.
"Sorry I got here late, looks like the fun is all over. Been awhile since I've seen you!"
She dropped down, her tail contained for how in her pants, giving her the 'conspicuously awesome butt' she kept when she wasn't officially out as Squirrel Girl, though by now she's quit actually keeping a Secret ID, hiding it is more of a trying to blend in with people thing she does when going to school and things.
"Is there anything I can do to help?" She asked, as the headphones popped out of the jack on her phone and the 'theme song' a friend of hers at NCU had written for her began playing...
@Nomad-22 @Gands @Kingof192 @Camleen
His questions were interrupted by the sudden appearance of a familiar face Doreen aka Squrriel Girl, a heroine he ended up teaming up on a few occasions. A rather chirry person in his opinion but not unwelcomed. Slightly smiling beneath the mask Beach replied.
"It sure has been some time Doreen. I think everything is under control...
National City nightclub
There is that moment. Where everything seems to go ever so much slower. As the Feds get to the lead box and start putting on Gas masks, those still in the club realize something is not right. Gas grenades go off, duplicating both smoke and choking gas. In moments the nightclub is ground zero for a nightmarish cloud of stinging gas that cant easily be seen through.
@Michale CS @Nomad-22 @Kingof192
Suddenly he noticed the supposed Feds putting on gas masks, setting off alarms in his minds. He called out to everyone just as the gas grenades were starting go off.
"Everyone get down they're not Feds!"
Taking cover behind an overturned table, Beach strayed his own gas mask over his regular one while two of his men were already down with the gas affects and the reminder struggling to put on theirs. Becoming focused Beach aimed at the nearest fake Fed and fired, an instant kill to the chest area.
"Damn these snakes and their tricks."
He muttered while reloading behind cover.
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