At a young age, many would play cops and robbers. People love playing cops and robbers because it's the equivalent of hide and seek. But with a twist of Good and evil, the standard answer we're doing. It is the thrill of the chase.
A lot of psychologists believe that people who crave Justice. Enjoy the idea of writing roles for people who become cops. Enjoy keeping order, and in some cases, love the pursuit of those who've done something wrong, like detectives.
One might ask why that is relevant? Well, this is just a passive thought for our main character who is currently on the runaway bus. Those with mental observation skills could easily discern that the brakes have been cut, judging by the friend's appearance. He was trying his best not to crash anything. Most likely, any damage is rendered to the bars. It may come out of his salary if it's proven to be a human error.
The main character starts to contemplate other things, like what's for dinner? Will she make it home? Does her health insurance cover this, and did she run the preliminary tests on the machine she's developing back at school?
Then from the corner of her eye. She's about the Shadow dashing by, looking to see what the new elements to the situation are. She glances at the front of the bus, where she spots a man taking a grappling stance, ready to receive the bus.
Why, if it isn't Hank the tank? She thought to herself, "This individual is a well-known hero in the city." As it stands, heroes, military, and local authorities are a unilateral part of the Justice sister. Why, you may ask, because there is plenty of prime to be done, to be frank, in her opinion, there are not enough criminals.
To be precise, she had recently read an article stating that for every five villains, there are an extra three heroes, meaning that there is an overpopulation of heroes in the world.
As Hank receives the bus, our main character watches as she's rocked back and forth from the impact. A sadistic smile was creeping on her face. Everyone is curious about the hero in action. Gather up front to walk with him. Try to slow down and stop the business, but unfortunately for him and everyone involved, the buses are too fast and have too much momentum. Hank is strong and durabl,e but not strong enough to stop an actual bus. So, at most, he's killing off the momentum with enough time, he could potentially prevent it.
That's what an idea is. Stirs in her head. True. Hank could eventually stop the runaway bus, but who's to say that random feeling wouldn't happen to join the fray back to keep things interesting, and she just remembered that she hadn't finished the preliminary tests on her new machine.
Without raising suspicion that she flips on her phone, it opens up a terminal app. She doesn't do much, uses a VPN to switch her IP address to match the laptop she left at school. Hooked up to the machine. Runs a few commands to activate it and switches it to Cellular mode to keep a function outside of the campus walls. Finally, she enters some coordinates she got from her GPS and waits.
Meanwhile, back in the moment, Hank has now started reaching for a sign, Street signs to be specific. From what she's gathered, he plans to use the sign to pop one or more of the tires from the bus if he's right and does it safely, everyone will be okay. The bus could potentially have a better chance of avoiding damage. However, if it does, it won't. Everyon,e including himsel,f could end up flyin,g and the rider i,s unlike Han,k not invincible and could die.
At the same tim,e her phone begins to buzz. Looks like a new project. The kinetic rings have just arrived. Lucky for them. They hadn't made it too far from the institute yet without fail. She pulled out some control gear she was taking home to work on. She armed them and Bluetoothed them to her phone, because of the design. No one would notice what she was doing, for all intents and purposes, that just looked like some funky-looking jewelry or accessories. Once the gear was synced, she began controlling the kinetic rings—two of the rays combined to form a large ring. Then two more did the same. Both rings still fully cover near the path of Hank's footsteps.
The moment Hank's feet stepped through the kinetic rings. The space around it began to warp as they stretched like elastic until it was just tense enough that it launched him into the sky, returning the space around it to normal. At that moment, I got on the bus, looked up, and the bus driver almost had a heart attack at the two ripped-off sides of the bus that went with him.
The protagonist shook her head in disappointment. She figured you'd be more resilient than that, but to be launched in displaced so easily. What a shame.
She then realized that the bus was now in a dire predicament with Heng not stopping it. They were out of control again, using a few kinetic rings and our phone's GPS. She decided to navigate it to the junkyard.d
She started messing with GPS's and using the kinetic rings to deflect dangerous corners, guiding it to Safeway. Imagine the distinction. Here's a loud noise if something is stomping on something outside. Looking back like out of the best window, she spots Hank making his way towards the boss again.
It's round one disappointment. Fresh out of my mind, she readies herself for a new test around Hank launches himself at the front of the bus, but the kinetic ring was already there. Two of them move out, which combined to form a large one, and of course, the opening of the rings was just big enough for a hand to fall through and launch him backwards into the wall of the building.
The viewers at the boss waste at that impact.
Bus rider one: What's going on? Is this not just a runaway bu?.
Bus Rider number two: isn't it obvious just by looking at those rings fighting off? Hank, we're being used in some evil plot by an unknown villain.
Hearing this, she could not help but smile. Their words gave her an excellent idea. She whips out her phone and opens up the terminal app again, switches to the IP address of home, and feeds a to-do list to her drone.
Thankfully, the complete exit is on the night in the building. Trying once again to overtake the bu,s this time launching himself on the top of the bu,s but the rings weren't having any of it. This time, the four rings combined to create a kinetic trampoline, launching him back into the air.
The protagonist couldn't help but think to himself at this that he must really. Love, flying. The time is almost over; only three more times, and the bus driver will be at the junkyard. Meanwhile, the cops are now the environment. They're trying to ground him to a safer barrier where the police can stop the bus so that the hero can handle the billing wherever they are.
I'm about to say that the protagonist wasn't having any of it using her phone. She starts to do some social engineering. Getting a hold of a radio station after getting a few, and a radio station for the police. She kept interchanging the two all the time, every time she picked up on the police relaying and poor and coordinating answers that weren't in our favor. She would change the channel on them.
Meanwhile, Hank was still trying to get his hands on the bus, but the rings were playing true keep away if a sports commentator was watching. They'd say this defense is immaculate.
Finally, the bus was at the junkyard, or to be more precise. The bus was speeding towards the junkyard gate, along with police officers stationed at the entrance. This was probably the last-ditch effort without hesitation. She combined all the rings she had in her hand to form two large rings big enough to encompass both halves of the bus.
The moment the ball was on both rings, it was trampolined past the competitors over the fence in order. The windows of the bus were destroyed. Passengers were safe, but more importantly, our protagonist was able to escape under the chaos, for the next part of our plan would hit me with small quarters. Her drone was hanging on with a few assorted items that it brought along.
The items in question were an astronaut helmet from her old Halloween costume, or rather, an average-sized marble, which was a smart gymnast suit. She designed for cheating in gymnastics kits. That time, her mom started to hide some clothes to hide her hands and the accessories, as well as a portable projector and a portable PC drive that she bought, which were out there, but otherwise they were useless.
The Hank arrived at the junkyard. The first thing he noticed was that the passengers were all safe, but the rings that were assaulting him were nowhere to be found, as was the mysterious villain behind this.
From his left, a high-speed oil barrel is flying towards him. He blocks the assault, but it still knocks him down. Then it won a kinetic ring, which had still believed approached him from behind and prepared for this fall. When he lands on it, it launches him into the air, but instead of flying over to the distance like you did last time, another kinetic ring was there to catch him, launching him back to the ground with higher speed, causing a crater to appear.
Protagonist: Hank the tank, for a hero whose moniker is about one of the most heavy-hitting weapons of war, gets knocked off your feet pretty easily.
Hank glared at Amanda, wearing a long coat with what looked like a fish bowl in front of him, who was also wearing a skin-tight suit and gloves. But what baffled him about this whole situation was a projected image of The Thinker on the fishbowl.
Hank: You're a new one. I thought I'd gone every villain in this town at least once.
The protagonist clapped at such a heroic retort that was.
Protagonist: Indeed, you have not fought me before, but I can. Say, this fight for you will be pretty memorable.
The image of one of his helmets changed to the mean of a shit eating grin.
Hank: Yeah, I'm sure. Whatever, so who are you? That's your plan here. Don't you have your whole evil spiel to get to?
The protagonist tried acting naturally. She hadn't come up with her evil spiel, nor a villain name. A thought. Did Dawndo that to her? Why was the bus out of control? Stalling for time, she decides to give a name.
Protagonist: the name is.
She tries to pause for dramatic effect and reality. She's just trying to think of a good name. Julie remembers the program she made for LED masks? She felt like that was on the nose.
Montage: montage.
As Montag says his name, the helmet displays the new image. This time, a GIF of people clapping and celebrating. Hank got annoyed at the helmet and tried to punch the protagonist in the face, but a kinetic ring was already in position and deflected his punch, sending him into a tailspin, landing on the ground.
Montage: You are quick to action. As for your second question, my partner in crime,eFaraos, botched the job.
Hank: And what was the job?
Montage put both hands on his hip, and his helmet displayed the image of an arrogant noblewoman laughing.
Montage: wouldn't you like to know.
He goes for another punch, but a kinetic ring is already in the way. Feeling like he's got the upper hand, he makes the ring out and goes for a punch from a different angle, but a different ring was already in position and blasts him into a pile of junk. Then a distinct group of kinetic rings launched some loose pipes hanging out in the junk into the yard and then boxed them at Hank's.
They hit him but don't leave a scratch.
Got nothing search. The protagonist, who was running in the background, had finally completed. A couple of things popped out. One was footage. A blonde woman is in a trench coat, finally under the bus, pounding out and then walking away further, and videos are also provided from the search show. The same person was spotted walking into a factory without hesitation. Montage saves the footage, deletes the originals, and then hacks into the security cameras in the junkyard and deletes all security footage today.
Montage: This was fun, but I just remembered an appointment I must keep.
With that, he stepped onto the red carpet with five others and flew into the air from the forest. When Hank got up, the montage was already gone. The cops saw this and stared in disbelief. The viewers from the wrecked bus also stared in disbelief, having witnessed their hero. Be defeated except for the bus driver. He was staring at the Detroit business in disbelief, knowing that his job might be at risk.