Heroes Unlimited Noir

The Heist

Another great morning in Shady Pines began with Bunny Boy eating cereal and watching cartoons when his beloved mom informed him that she had been approved for a business loan and was starting a gift and card shop on Booker Street. A few days later, Bunny Boy was finishing up helping his mom move in to the store just as the sun went down. BB’s mom received a letter that disturbed her greatly, but she wouldn’t tell BB what it said.
Across the street, an Eastern Europan woman wearing fine clothing entered Nina’s shop accompanied by four men dressed in simple Eastern Europan garb. The woman identified herself as a Europan ambassador and that she was looking for the Fox. Nina said she didn’t know where the Fox was. The woman bought one of Nina’s remedy’s with a gold coin (easily worth $100) and asked Nina if she practiced witchcraft, to which Nina replied no. Nina then used Detect Psionics on the woman and discovered that she was a powerful psionic. The woman climbed into a big black car and was driven away.
Meanwhile, Mitchel was wrapping up a day’s business at his veterinary office when a nervous man with a struggling cat approached him. Letting the cat go and showing a complete lack of concern for it, the man (who identified himself as Frank Gil) said that he had heard Mitchel was a man who could get things. He proposed a job to him with a $1 million payoff. Mitchel said he’d think about it and Frank handed him the address for the very upscale Beaumont Arms Hotel and told Mitchel to meet him there at midnight.
A few minutes later, on Booker Street, homeless vet Alex Troy was panhandling and using his general acrobatic skill to get money for food. Frank approached Alex and offered him a cut of the take to be the “muscle” for a heist. Alex agreed. Frank walked two blocks and suddenly ducked into Nina’s store. He was soon followed by a 7’ leg breaker who said his name was Bruno. It was clear pretty quickly that Frank owed Bruno’s employer a gread deal of money. Realizing that Bruno meant Frank great bodily harm, Nina talked the two men into leaving her store before they damaged it. Outside, Alex decided to begin earning his prospective pay and flashed a gun at Bruno to get him to back off. Bruno threatened to remember Alex.
Judging Frank to be a rank amateur who could get him killed, Mitchel cased the hotel at 10 p.m. and decided to pull off the heist at 11 p.m. and beat the rush. While sitting outside the window in his weasel form, Mitchel watched the occupant (unknown to him, the Europan Ambassador) drink the blood from a teenaged girl who didn’t seem to react in any way. Mitchel left to meet the others.
While on patrol, BB heard someone shouting for him specifically, “Help me, Bunny Boy! Help!” Bunny Boy followed the sound and met up with a huge man (Bruno). Bruno informed him that there was going to be a heist going down at the Beaumont Arms at midnight. BB thanked Bruno for the tip and headed for the Beaumont Arms.
Nina, Frank, Troy and Mitchel met up in the lobby of the hotel and discussed what they were going to do. Mitchel revealed what he had seen in the hotel room and while the gypsy born Nina fully believed Mitchel’s story about a vampire, Frank remained skeptical (Troy remained, as usual, nonchalant). Frank tried to keep the group interested in the $1 million in gold.
Finally, the ambassador and her entourage left the hotel, each man in her employ carrying a thick burlap sack. Bunny Boy showed up, causing quite a stir in the lobby, and Frank got rid of him by claiming the ambassador was a murderer who would never be brought to justice for her crimes because she had diplomatic immunity. Though Mitchel’s report lent credibility to the claim, it was clear to everyone but BB that Frank was being an asshole and just trying to get BB out of the picgture. After BB took off in hot pursuit of the ambassador, Nina finally got tired of Frank’s hamhanded manipulation of the group and inflicted pain on him with her Evil Eye.
Guessing the sacks to be filled with the remains of the girl, the group made its way to the ambassador’s room (sans Frank) and broke in. Meanwhile, BB caused the big black car carrying the ambassador to pull over and he openly accused the ambassador of the heinous crime of murder. The ambassador asked BB to look into her eyes and with judicious application of hypnotic suggestion convinced him she was no murderer, but that he should come to her aid if she ever needed him.
Finding the huge trunk at the end of the bed, in which Frank claimed the $1 million in gold lay, the group decided to get it out of the room to open it.
BB accosted Frank in the lobby and accused him of lying, but Frank managed to convince BB that he hadn’t done it on purpose. BB then headed up to the room stealthily and was passed by Mitchel in the hallway. Mitchel went downstairs to rent a room in the Beaumont Arms in which the group could pick the lock of the trunk at leasure. The phone began ringing in the room but no one answered it. Nina and Bunny Boy decided to leave.
While Mitchel was renting a room, two police officer used the elevator to go to the floor of the ambassador’s suite. Meanwhile, Troy hefted the trunk using his considerable strength and carried it to the stairwell. BB and Nina came out into the lobby and the police pleaded with BB to help them raid the room upstairs in case anyone dangerous was in it. BB agree and accidentally let slip that the other group members had been in the room. When asked about them by a detective, BB could only describe Nina as “the flower lady,” Troy as “smell man,” and accidentally described Mitchel with Frank’s features. The detective gave BB 25 cents for an ice cream and went into the ambassador’s room.
The police, matching the BB’s description to Frank, who was still waiting in the lobby, arrested him and took him downtown. Troy and Mitchel opened the trunk in their room and found it to be filled with body parts and flesh. It had become obvious that the ambassador was expecting them and tried to set them up for her murders. Troy took the trunk to the roof and left it there. Troy and Mitchel then decided to spend the night in the room until the heat was off downstairs. Nina went back to her appartment above her shop. Frank went to jail.

  • The ambassador for Eastern Europa stared at her untouched glass of Champaign, which had grown warm in her hand. She smiled to herself and imagined the chaos going on at the Beaumont Arms right now. Her psionic powers had told her that people would be coming for her gold, and she could not overlook an opportunity to make the meddlers pay. By now, the police must have found the theives and their gruesome take. They would rot in prison now or, if they were released on bail, she could pick them off at her leasure.
    “Madam Ambassador, you look ravishing.” The posh English accent came from behind her. The ambassador turned with dramtic flair and shot Lord Windemere a winning smile.
    “Please, you may call me Anastasia, my lord.”
    “Quite, quite. And I’d be most tickled if you’d call me Henry.”
    Anastasia smiled demurely. “Henry it is, then.”
    “Good show, what?” Henry barked, following his asssertion with a gale of unprovoked laughter. His ruddy face flusehd impossibly redder as he did so. “Anastasia, I insist that you allow me to show you what this town has in the way of entertainment.”
    Anastasia raised an eyebrow. “What did you have in mind, Henry? So far, I have found this town quite entertaining already. You’d be hard pressed to open my eyes to new merriment.” With her thick Eastern Europan accent, merriment came out “meereemint.”
    Henry slapped his hip and took a puff off of a robust cigar. With her enhanced senses, the smell was nauseating, but Anastasia didn’t worry about her “meal” coming back up. Her gag reflex had died centuries ago.
    “I have just the ticket,” Henry exclaimed, dropping cigar ash down the front of his red and gold military-style regalia. “There’s this show down in the business district, sort of a dodgy part of town, what? But there’s a magic show there that I hear has to be seen to be believed.”
    “A magic show you say?” said Anastasia with obvious skepticism in her voice. “But there’s no such thing as magic.”
    “Well pish tosh!” bellowed Henry. “I know that and you know that, my dear. But this young masked man, I tell you, he will make a believer out of you!”
    “Indeed,” Anastasia said, idly putting the glass of Champaign to her lips but imbibing none. “And what is this mystic’s name?”
    “That’s the best part,” said Henry, with a childlike glee. “He calls himself the Fox! Good show, what?”
    Anastasia’s smile grew from polite to full and genuine. She put a hand on Henry’s shoulder and looked deep into his eyes. “My dear Henry. I wouldn’t miss this show for all the world.”



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