X Marks the Spot [Red X]

[Red X]

Red X ducked behind the van again, trying to dodge the flames.

[Vic Sage]

Sage waved at him from underneath, "Hi, how's it going."

[Red X]

"Not well!" Red X said, his changed voice still showing his exasperation. "Do you have a fire extinguisher?"

[Vic Sage]

"Fresh out, sorry. Want me to run to the store real quick?"

[Red X]

"I need to cut his fuel line" he said, not in the mood to joke. "You have any ideas for a distraction?"

[Vic Sage]

A car then drove up, the windows lowered, and a barrage of bullets sailed forth. The flamethrower thug stopped his attack to take shelter behind a nearby mailbox.

"There's one," said Sage.

[Red X]

Red X stared, taking in the fact that a random drive-by had occured. This city really was just infested with violent morons - and for in sobering second, he realized that he was one as well. X shook the thought off, reminding himself that he worked for justice.

Red X simply wasn't prepared to fight someone using fire. His suit was VERY flammable, plus he had a small oxygen tank hidden away. Between this and Sandman he really needed to replace that tank with a gas mask and be done with it. But now wasn't the time to worry about that.

Red X charged at the distracted pyromaniac, blades at the ready. He swooped in, driving one blade through the fuel tank and slicing the hose with the other. Red X stood there, watching gasoline leak onto the thug's clothing. "What now?" He asked, backlit by flame.

[Vic Sage]

The last of the Blazing Infernoes had been dealt with, but these new enemies were still around, they stopped to quickly reload.

"Not getting riddled with bullets would be a good idea," shouted Sage.

Once that was done, these new thugs went right back on the offensive, concentrating their fire on Red X.

[Red X]

Red X felt one of the bullets slam into the bulletproofing of his chest, knocking him hard into the van. He immediately moved behind it as fast as he could, knowing damn well that he got at least one new bruise. He looked down, noticing the bullet had been stopped just in front of his lung, as shown by the silver speck in the cloth. "Shit" he said.

[Vic Sage]

"If my tires hadn't been slashed, we would be able to make a tactical retreat," said Sage, still underneath the van, safe from harm (at least for now..)

"I guess you're out of tricks?" Sage attempted to scratch his beard, but found he couldn't move around too well in his current predicament.

"Damn, I could really use a drink."

[Red X]

"I'm not equipped for a shootout" Red X admitted, grabbing one of his throwing knives and preparing his grappling hook. "I have some kevlar, but not a lot." His chest hurt where he had been impacted by a bullet, and it would sting for a while. He waited for them to reload again, ready to go big or go home.

[Vic Sage]

And that time was quickly upon them. The men were using automatic weapons and quickly spent their load, blowing their way through the Sage Machine.

The Machine has been through a lot over the years so Sage had no doubt it would withstand even this.

Eventually the shots ceased, giving X his golden opportunity.

[Red X]

X immediately whipped his first knife at one of the thug's hands, cutting through the barrel of his gun as it flew. X followed up by snatching the gun out of another's hand with his grappling hook, yanking it and the holder back with a flick of his wrist. While the cord was out he flicked his wrist again to stun the gunners, treating it like an impromptu metal whip.

[Vic Sage]

The remainder of the thugs glanced at each before hitting the gas and driving away, leaving the fellow X ripped out of the car behind.

"Well that was fun," said Sage pulling himself out and then dusting himself off, "We'll have to do it again some time."

[Red X]

Red X just stared in disbelief behind his mask at the statement. "Stay safe" he said before going around and cuffing thugs. Once that was done he used his grappling hook to get himself back on top of a building, disappearing shortly after into the shadows.