Little Ms Fortune

Fortune, you’re up” you say causing her to rise from her chair, giving you a small nod of her head. “Understood Bossman”

She wears a modest white dress with gold accents along the threading complete with a domino mask, her features are relatively average, blond hair that’s kept in a French braid and eyes as blue as the summer sky.

Fortune is a hero who is entirely defined by her power, she can’t fight, she’s not particularly good in negotiations or crowd control.

However, you can only count on one hand the number of times shes lost an encounter, all of which having involved some form of magic user or psychic that was able to outmatch her luck manipulation.

Those are the thoughts that run through your head when her step out the door of the bullpen, making her way to the bank.

Things used to feel so simple back then, good was good and bad was bad, back then you didn’t feel the need to watch your colleagues out of the corner of your eye, you didn’t need to scrutinize their every word or action. But things have changed.

It isn’t long before Little Ms Fortune arrives on scene, a pair of surveillance drones in tow which fly upwards to provide a birds eye view of the building.

The civilians are lined up against the far wall of the bank near the tellers booth, untied, two men on guard, the other two presumably deeper within.

This bank was built in the 40s one of the few built in an art deco style with high vaulted ceilings, marble floors and pillars creating a sort of avenue from the front entrance to the tellers.

This place hasn’t gotten an update or remodel in years, you won’t need the drones to guide her through the bowels of the bank.

She moves inside, taking the front door, she’s never really needed to play it stealthy and so she make zero effort to hide.

Surprisingly it takes some time before they take notice of the girl, standing out in the open.

“How long they gonna be..? Those jokers better not be rollin around in the money in there”

“The fuck..? Have they done that before..?”

“Well… no. But still, every time, they drag their feet when loading up the cash”

“C’mon man, take it easy, all that cash, it’s prolly heavy as fu- HEY!” One of the gunmen shouts, swiveling his gun in her direction, his partner following suit.

“Listen kid, today ain’t the day to play hero, turn around and get to steppin!” The first man shouts.

“The fuck..? That ain’t no freelancer man, she’s that creepy bitch that nabbed Donnie!”

He turns his attention to Fortune, tossing his piece several feet away and gets on his knees.

“I ain’t got no beef wit’chu, I’ll go quietly..!”

The first gunman is incredulous. “Man, get your ass up, we ain’t riding bitch to someone in a sundress!” He says before opening up.

BANG BANG BANG the shots ring out, reverberating throughout the echoing lobby, despite the fact fortune hadn’t moved, not a single bullet appears to have left its mark.

The first shot appears to have gone wide, nailing a pillar, the second struck the time near her feet before bouncing into a nearby wall and from there bouncing into the gunmans hand, sending the gun to the floor where it misfires one last time, now sending the bullet directly into his right kneecap.

He falls to the floor and the second man flinches as the crowd cowers, fearful of being hit by a stray bullet that likely has an impossible chance to hit them.

“I expect you both to stay here until the officers arrive to take you away, do not disappoint me” she says as she strides path them both, rounding the tellers to descend deeper into the building.

The civilians, seeing the opportunity, take off in a sprint towards the door, practically trampling over one another to escape.

Fortune walks through the halls of the bank that connects the various rooms to the lobby including a break room, security room and finally the vault at the end of the curve of the L shaped hallway.

The door; a 3 and a half foot thick testament to this buildings age, is made from steel reinforced concrete and hangs open, revealing the chaos within; safety deposit boxes are pried open, what cash remains in the vault having been scattered across the floor, belying the hasty work that’s been done.

The remaining suspects are no where to be seen, it’s impossible for them to have slipped past Fortune in such a narrow hallway, and so she turns and heads down the remainder of the hallway stepping out of a back door leading to an alleyway, just in time to watch a dark van speed past and turn the corner.

With a sigh she walks down the alleyway, turning the corner to watch the van speed down the road, you almost order her to give chase when the surveillance drones turn to show the getaway vans escape path is filled up by a dense crowd of cars that appear to have been stopped due to a faulty traffic light.

Just as they try to back out, more cars come, pinning them in place as Little Ms Fortune takes her time drawing nearer to them.

Shes halfway there when the fans doors pop open and they take off on foot, the weight of their score slowing them down greatly.

One man trips over a loose piece of side walk, twisting his ankle and sending him to the cold ground.

He turns onto his back, firing wilding in the direction of fortune who never for a moment seems to flinch.

A gust of wind suddenly changes and every last bullet is sent into the side of a brick building, leaving him with no means to defend himself.

Pedestrians scatter at the sound of gunfire, as several cars speed away, hoping to escape the scene, one of which doesn’t appear to have been paying attention as they strike the other runner, making him roll over the car.

Fortune clutches at her head, the strain of directing the unknowable **** of luck to favor her seemingly having taken a toll on her mind.

Luckily the gunmen are swiftly apprehended, with patrol cars having already been in the area on lunch break.

“Return to base fortune, I’m sending a patrol car to the bank to clean up”

“Y… yeah… that… that sounds like a good idea…” she says, her voice faltering as she seems slightly weak.

In the end, all 4 suspects are apprehended, surprisingly the two at the bank stayed there, fearing the wrath of Lady Luck herself.

The money was also recovered and the hostages were left unharmed in the process.

Fortune will be down for the rest of the day, manipulating reality tends to leave a mark on the one responsible.