Post by Vega on Apr 2, 2009 19:50:36 GMT -5
So far, everything was going according to plan.
The abandoned warehouse made an excellent hideout. A little elbow grease and back-breaking labor had made the place almost hum with working electricity. And, of course, running water. That had been a must, too. But, for the most part, Vega had decorated in—literally—minimalist style.
But the crowning glory of the whole place was a simple chair in the middle of the floor, bolted down, and containing Vega’s prized possession.
She’d kidnapped the mayor of Go City last night in his home. It hadn’t been hard. She posed as part of his cleaning service. Security hadn’t been particularly tight and Vega couldn’t help but to wonder why greater minds than she hadn’t successfully done this yet.
But then again, she had Mego’s word that Go City’s beloved heroes would be distracted.
And, of course, the bomb she’d planted clear across town, made to frame a night-guard who spoke very little English, was probably distracting them anyways.
Now… Time to deliver an ultimatum.
The gadget she’d bought off of the Black Market was supposed to work. It wasn’t HenchCo. She wasn’t about to make that mistake. But she shot a signal into the air and tapped all of the radio and television stations in the city.
“Attention, citizens of Go City. This is not a test. This is not a drill.” She flipped a switch and her image appeared on screens city-wide. “I have something that belongs to you.”
She turned the camera to the mayor. He lay, unconscious and flitting between life and death. His face was bleeding, a large talon-scratch running down his face. He looked like the broken down, washed up old man he was.
“You want him alive? I want six billion dollars delivered to 1400 Maple Street by midnight. If you don’t comply by then, your precious mayor will die. And if you send your beloved Team Go after me… You’d better kiss your own families buh-bye.” She held up a strange, but deadly looking device. “It’s your call.”
The money would be hers. She was asking for the equivalent of the city budget. Now all she had to do was wait for the cash to roll in… or some idiot to disobey orders.
The abandoned warehouse made an excellent hideout. A little elbow grease and back-breaking labor had made the place almost hum with working electricity. And, of course, running water. That had been a must, too. But, for the most part, Vega had decorated in—literally—minimalist style.
But the crowning glory of the whole place was a simple chair in the middle of the floor, bolted down, and containing Vega’s prized possession.
She’d kidnapped the mayor of Go City last night in his home. It hadn’t been hard. She posed as part of his cleaning service. Security hadn’t been particularly tight and Vega couldn’t help but to wonder why greater minds than she hadn’t successfully done this yet.
But then again, she had Mego’s word that Go City’s beloved heroes would be distracted.
And, of course, the bomb she’d planted clear across town, made to frame a night-guard who spoke very little English, was probably distracting them anyways.
Now… Time to deliver an ultimatum.
The gadget she’d bought off of the Black Market was supposed to work. It wasn’t HenchCo. She wasn’t about to make that mistake. But she shot a signal into the air and tapped all of the radio and television stations in the city.
“Attention, citizens of Go City. This is not a test. This is not a drill.” She flipped a switch and her image appeared on screens city-wide. “I have something that belongs to you.”
She turned the camera to the mayor. He lay, unconscious and flitting between life and death. His face was bleeding, a large talon-scratch running down his face. He looked like the broken down, washed up old man he was.
“You want him alive? I want six billion dollars delivered to 1400 Maple Street by midnight. If you don’t comply by then, your precious mayor will die. And if you send your beloved Team Go after me… You’d better kiss your own families buh-bye.” She held up a strange, but deadly looking device. “It’s your call.”
The money would be hers. She was asking for the equivalent of the city budget. Now all she had to do was wait for the cash to roll in… or some idiot to disobey orders.
