Bank Robbery

Rebecca Edwards was at her desk at the Daily Post around 1:00. She was working on a story regarding a string of bank robberies she had been investigating. For the past month, various banks had been hit by a group of armed men dressed in black and wearing white hockey mask. The group had engaged in daring day time robberies that where well so well coordinated that witnesses stated it was almost as if they had a sixth sense about everything. What was most strange about these robberies though was that the police never found any traces of DNA evidence or anything like that. This was something that Rebecca could confirm as one of her contacts was one of the fronsencis scientist working for the SAPD. He had even let Rebecca into the crime scene for a closer look but she there wasn't anything he could see that she couldn't. Something else that she had found strange was that of the three robberies that had been committed, someone was present at all of them. A simple factory worker by the name of Calvin Dax. Most people only ever do their banking at one bank so why was this man at all of them? Was there a connection?

Just then, the editor, Jack Jones Jr. cam bursting out of his office. "EDWARDS!!!" Rebecca looked at her boss in annoyance. Jones was a naturally angry man and she had gotten use to it. "Yeah boss?" "I JUST HEARD OVER THE POLICE SCANNER THAT THOSE ROBBERS IN THE HOCKEY MASK ARE AT IT AGAIN!!!! GET YOU BUTT DOWN TO THE FIRST NATIONAL BANK!!! POLICE HAVE THEM SURRONDED!!!" He had her at robbers. Rebecca had already grab her jacket and was making a dash for the elevator. Her heels clicking on the floor as she did.

Once she was alone in the elevator however, Rebecca begin a transformation. She began peeling off her business casual attire, revealing a skimpy thong style leotard with an American stars and stripes design. Ripping off her long skirt, she pulled out a cape themed after the American Flag and tied it around her neck. She was already wearing her red boots under her skirt so she didn't need to change her shoes. She removed her thick frame glasses and pulled the pin from her hair. Give her hair a shake, she let her honey colored hair fall down to just above her shoulders. Lastly she pulled her magic belt from her purse and fastened around her trim waste. She felt the power surge as she buckled it into place. Rebecca Edwards had disappeared and in her place was the strong and beautiful Defender.

When the elevator opened at the top of a parking garage, Defender took off running with the bundle of cloths tucked under her arm like a football. Tapping a device on her wrist, Defender leaped off the side of garage and began to plummet towards the ground below. Doing several acrobatic flips, she righted herself and landed on her own two feet with little to no trouble. The magic of her belt canceling out the **** of hitting the ground. As she did, her high tech motorcycle pulled up. She tucked her civilian cloths into a compartment before mounting the bike and speeding off towards the bank.

It didn't take Defender long to get to the bank. As she rode up, she could see the police had the area closed off. Defender considered her options. She should probably stop and talk to the police to figure out what is going on. Then again, she was Defender. Whatever the situation was, she was sure she could handle it. She could just ride her bike through the front door, deal with the robbers and then go grab a bite to eat before heading back to work.