The Bank Job

"The next bitch ass cop to get close is gonna get blasted!" Red stuck his metallic arm out the front door of the bank to show off his junkyard blaster. "Ya dig?"

It was a daring plan, the kind of ballsy job that either made the evening news or made history. A daylight bank robbery in a city with a half dozen active super heroes? The use of custom power armor with experimental weapons? It was madness, absolute lunacy. Green knew he'd be looking at life behind bars if they got caught. But the payoff was worth the risk; the safety deposit boxes Blue was cutting into contained enough jewels, bonds, cash and **** material to set someone up for life. They just had to turn the contents of a specific box over to their mysterious patron and the rest was theirs to take.

Red backed off from the front door, his joints whirring and armor plates clinking as his bulky power armor stomped across the marble tiles of the bank lobby. He held his arm up to get a better look at the weapon attached to the back of his wrist. It seemed to be a box with a long silver spike extending past his hand. Hoses and wires ran up his arm from the box to attach to a reactor on his back.

"God damn Green, this thing is the fuckin tits." The tip of the spike still glowed red, smoke and other vapors lazily drifted up from the box on his wrist. "Why don't the marines use crazy shit like this?"

Green turned to Red and flipped up the front of his helmet to look him straight in the eye. "Because they're only given the cheapest equipment they need for the job and because that..." He pointed to the weapon. "...is insanely unstable. There's a reason none of the tech we're using is on the market. Our weapons might explode if used to much, our reactors might melt down at any time and Yellow is already having trouble with his armors feedback."

Almost on que the fourth member of their team began to move erratically before his armor came to a screeching halt. "Fucking shit!" His muffled voice worked it's way out from under his helmet. "Gimme a minute, I gotta reboot."

Blue stomped into the lobby, a massive bag thrown over one shoulder and a large crate dragging from a tow cable behind him. Both were filled with stolen valuables. "You have exactly one minute, Mr. Yellow. The safe deposit boxes have been emptied and it is time we moved outside to complete this operation."

"You got what he wanted?" Green looked Blue over while Yellow continued to curse off to the side. "If we don't deliver it won't matter how much we make from this heist." Blue nodded and tossed a small box, Green caught it and put it in his own bag. "Good. Alright everyone, let's roll out."

Three bulky suits of power armor began marching towards the front door. The man known as Yellow called out to them. "Oh yeah, no, for sure. Just go on ahead. I'll catch up, dicks."

Reds robotic middle finger pointed skywards as he stomped across the lobby. With a smile and a laugh the well equipped crook kicked the banks front doors hard enough to send them flying out into the street beyond. A cleared area lined with police officers and cruisers awaited the departing crooks.

"Suppressing fire!" Red immediately began to fire his weapon. Bolts of white hot metal spewed from the tip of his weapons spike to explode against the parked police cruisers, forcing the assembled officers take cover as showers of sparks and glowing hot matter sprayed out across the area.

"Fucking psycho." Green marched forward to stand on the sidewalk opposite the bank. He could hear Blue stomping in his tracks. "We just need to get in position and drop, then we're home free."

There was something wrong behind him. He hardly heard it over the sound of Red treating the area like a shooting gallery. It was a sound not unlike that of a can opener followed by the tab of an aluminum can being popped. Blue yelling prompted Green to turn on his heel and raise his weapon to face down whatever was going wrong.

What was going wrong was super human intervention. The back of Blues power suit had been cut and peeled away, the man himself had been pulled out of his robotic shell and tossed into the street. Green stepped back from the scene rather than get involved, he knew who he was facing and wanted none of it. Red on the other hand had also just noticed what was going on and brought his glowing hot weapon to bear. With a loud crack and a puff of acrid smoke his long rod spewed another white hot glob through the air. She pointed below the ball of burning matter and swiped her finger up; in that instant the projectile was separated into halves that sailed through the air to her sides.

The petite powerhouse rushed forward. At five foot even she wasn't physically imposing, her thin build didn't suggest much in terms of strength, her light purple poofy pants with matching hooded vest implied she wasn't the sort to take things seriously and the mirrored mask covering the top half of her face was more artistic than intimidating. Nevertheless, she had a reputation and Red panicked as the masked girl leapt into the air to land on top of his power suit.

She swiped her hand at his armored helmet and several large gashes tore through the metal despite her fingers not making contact. Red yelled in surprise and raise his weapon, another swipe and the glowing hot silver spike fell to pieces. The criminal either didn't notice the damage or didn't think of the consequences of firing an unstable weapon in such a damaged state. He screamed as his arm and back burst into fountains of sparks and burning metal. His pint sized assailant ignored the light show and slashed at his shoulders to peel more armor away. With the top of his suit suitably opened she grabbed him by his collar and hauled him out of his tin can. Red was tossed free from his compromised power armor only a moment before its interior was filled with the same white hot matter he had been firing at Saint Cities police ****.

Green had taken advantage of Reds distraction and moved up to Blues disabled suit. Its pilot was down, out and too far away for rescue. But the large bag of stolen valuables he had thrown over his shoulder was easily retrieved. With his employers package secured and his own sack of loot in hand the crews leader decided it was time to leave. He returned to his position on the sidewalk, gave a voice command to his suit and braced as a series of small explosions ripped through the ground around him. A rectangular section of sidewalk and road then fell straight down into the subways below, taking him with it. The girls attention was drawn to the explosive escape, but she only took a single step before a blast of white hot metal struck her back and launched her forward to the ground.

"Awwww fuck yeah! Yellow in da house!" Loud speakers projected the mans voice down the block. "Git some!" He continued to fire as the young heroine scrambled for cover.