Wrecking Havoc

It took mere minutes for Rahmi to get over to the scene of the crime. The very walls of the building were covered in ice, a hallmark of Antifreeze's tactics. The police were, as usual, slow to the scene. Luckily, it seemed like everyone had evacuated, huddled outside in the cold. While Voltage felt bad for them, she was glad there would be no civilians involved. Quickly scanning the building, she saw that he was in the basement. Landing in front of the building, and to the applause of the residents, Rahmi ditched her aerial mech and entered the apartments.

Antifreeze was not exactly trying to be stealthy. As Rahmi descended the stairs, she could hear the whirring of his freeze guns. The basement was a large room, with washers and dryers off to the side and filing cabinets opposite them. However, the villain seemed the be focusing on the support pillars, covering them with a layer of ice. Hearing his opponent enter, he smiled and turned around.

"Well hello... er..." Antifreeze tilted his head to the side, sizing her up. "Who are you again?" Rahmi scowled under her armor, looking at the creep over. He looked like he was wearing a suit of medieval armor, the metal bulky and slow. Tubes circulated coolant around the suit, allowing him a wide variety of ice-based options. His head was covered in armor as well, a blue visor allowing Rahmi to only see his eyes. However, from his arrest records, she knew under that armor was 46-year-old Vincent Romano, an aging Italian man with connections to the Docks.

"My name is Voltage!" Rahmi shouted proudly, powering up her suit. "This is your last chance to stop what you're doing and turn yourself over to the authorities!"

The old man just laughed at that. "Alright whore, I'm on a tight schedule so let's make this quick!"