Finders Keepers

The trouble wasn't necessary, he had what he wanted, money was money after all. The girl would just have to handle things by herself. Nothing personal but he had had enough trouble for one night. Jumping off the building and landing safely on the street below Wilder opens up his briefcase and checks his cash. Quickly glancing over the neatly stacked hundred dollar bills Wilder grins until he notices something odd. All the cash looked exactly the same. No, not the pictures but everything else such as the serial numbers and the letters. The cash was counterfeit and he nearly fell for it.

Out of the corner of his eye Wilder notices a black vehicle driving out of the parking lot. Even though it had tinted windows he never forgot a scent, it was Ezra Roth. He was being driven away and Wilder had just a little bit of time to get his revenge. Pulling a knife from his sleeve Wilder throws it forward while aiming underneath the vehicle. The handle of the knife skids and bounces off the ground causing the sharp part off the blade to collide with the tank. Being a sharp and strong blade the knife easily pierces the tank, causing the colliding metals to spark enough for the gasoline to catch.

Ezra never stood a chance of surviving. The explosion knocked the vehicle 10 feet into the air before crash landing on to the pavement and smashing into a smoldering heap. Walking to the fire Wilder tosses his briefcase. Counterfeit money was useless to him and he didn't care much in keeping it. Kneeling down Wilder grabs a small metal case that laid next to a smoking corpse. Wilder didn't really need to take a wild guess to know what was inside the case. Tossing the small box into the bushes Wilder then turns his attention to the battle.

Sounds of bullet fire rings through the streets from above, a lot of action was going on in the lot. The girl might be having trouble. He didn't care, although that didn't stop him from trying to join in the action. Climbing an outside wall to the top of the lot Wilder begins to attack the gang. Wilder grabs the closest man he could find, he cracks the man's knees before snapping his neck. The others were to bewildered by Morning Glory's light show to notice him. With lightning fast speed Wilder grabs another man holding a gun, twisting the mans arm behind his own back Wilder grabs the gun and forces the man to shoot himself through the chest. Bullets rip through the man's torso hitting other gang members in the process.

Wilder doesn't even bother to look at the girl, instead he calls out, "These guys betrayed me so I'm not going to play nice anymore." Grabbing another man with a gun Wilder forces the man's gun underneath the man's own chin before firing. Brain matter and skull fragments sprays on to the ground. Wilder lets go and drops the dead man's limp body. As if nothing happened he continues talking, "Let's work together and take these clowns down. If not I can pretty much finish up here myself."

Samantha is on a roll as she strikes down one opponent at a time, taking advantage of the flash blindness she caused with her fancy light-show. Eventually some of them regains their sight and started shooting at her but her force field would easily protect her from harm.

She kept on slowly making progress with only her fists and kicks to conserve her dwindling energy smirking at the thought that if only these thugs tries to use physical force they would've pinned her down eventually; Instead their reliance on guns and probable uncertainty about the extent of her powers made them wary of close combat.

Samantha kept on marching from one gunman to another, feeling the strain of keeping the force field up as more bullets rained on her when a sudden explosion causes a pause in the fight. In that brief moment she realizes that Wilder had disappeared sometime during her fight as well as the bald man with the glasses when she looked around.

Sam brought herself back to the attention of the gunmen as they resume shooting at her, her annoyance at letting her quarry go evident on her face when suddenly one of the men farthest from her drops to the ground unnoticed by the others. Then another man whose arm seems to be bent at an awkward angle starts shooting at his other mates through his chest, this time very much noticeable by the other men as they realize something is wrong.

The appearance of Wilder soon after and his brief statement made it clear to Samantha as to who caused the explosion she heard. 'Probably offed the bald guy as well.' Sam thought. She glances at the mess Wilder made with mild distaste as she considers her current options.

"Fine, but this don't mean I'll let you get away scot-free!" exclaims Samantha rather petulantly while forming a ball of energy, silently grateful for the turn of events letting her cut loose a bit with the more destructive elements of her power.

After the girl's last remark Wilder couldn't help but crack a smile. "That's the spirit." Wilder replies, "Just as long as you focus more on these guys than making idol threats, you just might come out of this alive." After killing twelve more guys in the span of five seconds the gang members soon realize that they were at a disadvantage. In the end It was really kind of pathetic. A few of the man thought that they still had a chance. With ferocious speed and ferocity Wilder quickly made quick work of them. It wasn't his fault that they were too ignorant to realize that they were about to die.

As the cars begin to leave the lot many of the other vehicles were left behind. This was because the drivers were either knocked out or dead. Wilder didn't even bother to try and chase after them. There would always be more of them to kill. This was just to give them a message that he wasn't a person to be messed with. Turning towards the girl Wilder walks over and picks up the discarded bust. "Here, this is what you want right?" Wilder holds up the bronze statue. "Maybe later, if you're still up for it, I may just show you a good time."

With Wilder at the forefront Samantha found herself almost ignored by the men as she pick off stragglers of Wilder's melee with a ball of energy to knock them out. Only a moment later she realizes that the fight is over with most of the men dead, unconscious, or fleeing.

Samantha observes her surrounding with grim dejection seeing how much her inexperience costs many lives. Maybe the men deserved it but she'd rather apprehend them and leave it to the justice system; she is no judge, jury, or executioner to these men. Unfortunately, circumstance and inexperience left her with little favorable choice. Rushing headlong into things like these may make for an interesting experience, but leaves a bad aftertaste when things go wrong.

Observing the bronze face of Hitler in Wilder's hand, Samantha growls unconsciously as she holds up a hand at Wilder. "Leave it here for the cops to find; that explosion and shooting should be enough to attract their attention." ...she takes a deep breath... "I know this isn't what you were really after, I saw a black diamond before and I'm willing to bet that's your actual target. If only I'm not exhausted right now..." Samantha then pauses as she considers her next words.

"Your offer is tempting, but I'm not up to anything except a good rest tonight... so maybe later...Bat-boy." With her last words Samantha flies upwards to the sky heading towards her home looking forward to a good night's sleep...or whatever is left of it anyways...