The Way Things Are [OPEN]

As Chronon was moved to the back of the bar area, she slowly began to piece back together, glowing a deep blue as the stutter reversed and returned her to her super position she always held in this world. It was all to late, but also to soon, as cop sirens could be heard in the faint distance, as well as the thumping of helicopter blades and rotors in the air. A thump thump thump repetition that caused slight panic within the girl, before her flexed her fingers and legs again once more. She was used to the stutters, though they seemed to be happening much more frequently than usual.

"Gods be damned my body kills after each one of these." She groaned, jumping the counter and scooping up her handgun and bagged sub machine gun that fell out during the stutter, hiding both in her hoodie before looking back towards the two men. "Thanks for actually understanding me. Usually my head stays together during those, but this time I shattered a little more than usual." She would continue, placing her hand on the back of her head, before bolting to the door and looking out madly, seeing the sirens wailing their red and blue lights rapidly away in the distance. "They will be here any minute. Especially with that Hind helicopter on route. I've seen a few... Hell, sold a few before. Military ones have machine guns on them but this is a police escort, it'll just have sniper teams or super human squads... But that battle cruiser is definitely a super human holder. Freaks incoming boys!" She would say, her accent slowly receding into a fairly Brooklyn styled accent she had copied off of someone she worked with. Her fingers pointed up like finger guns, she would then point to the back exit. "I've worked here before with a few buddies of mine from the... uh... compound. That back exit leads to an assortment of alleyways. Waterworks and the like. We can escape out that end and try to outmaneuver them in the sewers or the skate park a good mile away. I don't know about you boys but I don't get tired easily. What say you?"

She would cock back the hammer of her SMG as she pulled it from it's back, a spent shell from previous jammed testing, the whole point of her bringing it to so far out was a gun shop for repairs on this issue, and loaded in more 9mm rounds into the magazine for a moment, listening to the men speak.

Unknown to them inside, the two helicopters dropped off two non-super sniper teams nearby, neither with a clear shot into the building due to the mass of structures. The Super humans were on their way, only about a mile or two (give or take next person's post). Their goal was to destroy the enemy and take them in, but they didn't care at all. A single Super Strength Freak stood in the car, his fists shaped like engines and fire burning at the "core". Beside him was a smaller woman with telekinesis powers prepared her force sqeeze on some light bulbs. Lastly, the commanding officer, a stiff lipped African American man with the power to see through walls held a stocked rifle, cleaning the barrel.

"Mikhail, when will we arrive on scene?" Said the super strength man, flexing once in his suit, feeling the power rise.

"When the car gets there. God, you call yourselves heroes? You are brand new to the force. No amount of strength will save you Frank.
Same goes for you Shelby." The commander would say, looking over snide-like.

"Shut up and get ready. I want to see some action... I might get a medal for combat!" She would squeak, cocking a handgun herself, being the second and only other armed person in the car. Frank refused to use weapons, as his first were enough. Shelby could barely fire a handgun without breaking her wrists, let alone a rifle, and Mikhail knew this well. His own rifle was a nice breed, armor piercing rounds of powerful 7.62x39mm. But he knew he needed to worry. Civs were a cocky and dangerous breed indeed.

“Just call me Jester.” Elias said, forming a tomahawk in his left hand. He looked at the front door, thinking over whether they should fight or flight. They couldn’t get caught, but if the police force did bring Freaks than they probably would get caught anyway. “Well, my vote is to stall. Then once we we’re sure they’ve escaped safely then we book it. For their own safety, the police might not interfere directly if a superhuman fight takes place in here." He looked towards the woman, who was now in one piece. “If they’re that close, they’ll probably look for any way we might’ve escaped. They’ve been doing this a while now, they probably learned a few of our tricks. You should probably get out of here though. Don’t take this wrong way, but if you freak out like that again during the fight there’s no way we can get you out." He replied.

It was then that he realized that he was shaking in fear. This was the first time he took on the police force, since he had left New York. It looked like he was really was going to make a name for himself here. Once this was over, odds were that Elias was not going to be able to slide this whole incident under the rug. He was in deep now, and he had to find a way to deal with this. But, that’s a problem for another day. Right now, I have to figure out HOW to survive for another day. 

Nightstalker backed away from the door when Chronon put the makeshift barricade on it. Looking around, and listening to his surroundings, he felt the gravity of the situation, and devised some sort of plan.
This has to be some sort of trap. For now, we bunk down here and hold the fort. We might need more defense on our side. 
"For now, just call me Nightstalker."
Enemies are up above, they're probably going to breach from up there, through the floor. Could be worse, but in that brief moment of inability to act they have, I'll have a shot to take 'em out. 
Just then, the front door blew open, and two men entered. Getting ready to charge, Nightstalker twirled his taser nightstick in hand, but he wasn't able to act. Chronon gunned down the two men with her machine gun. They were as good as dead at this point.

While it didn't necessarily upset him that someone else killed the two men, there was probably a better way to take them down. Regardless, Nightstalker readied for another assault. Breaking off a table and putting it in front of him to act as cover, Nightstalker braced as the ceiling was broken and ropes fell down from it.
Easy pickings. 
Quickly, he changed out his nightstick for a tranquilizer rifle. Aiming over the table, he shot at the three officers rappelling down, before they had a chance to get to the floor. The tranquilizer rounds in the rifle were fast acting, and if they were to hit his targets, they'd be knocked out before they had a chance to fire at them. After this, there was a riot patrol bursting through the door. Defensive maneuvers were needed at this point, more than just Chronon's time stop ability. As she put up her defense field, Nightstalker traded out his rifle for a dual-wield riot shield and tranquilizer handgun. The tranquilizers in this handgun were the same as those that were in his rifle.

Moving in front of Chronon, Nightstalker put the shield in front of him, taking hits from any shots and withstanding them well. He turned to the other two.
"Get behind me. Jester, we need more firepower."
Nightstalker stood his ground for a bit, firing at the officers, hoping to nail some of them with the tranquilizers. Nightstalker devised a plan and made theories in his mind, and so he voiced it out to the other two.
"If they haven't brought in their super humans yet, this might be some kinda trap. Either they're trying to lure us outside, or pin us in here so they can pincer us. Doesn't matter what they try to do, we're at a slight disadvantage here. We'll either need to use more buildings as cover, and confuse these guys, or we'll need higher ground. I can hear a chopper out there, faintly, so we might need more cover."

Suddenly, Nightstalker felt some vibrations in the wall. He looked around, ceasing his fire, but still maintaining the riot shield's position. He sighed and continued firing afterwards.
"Fuck. We got a behemoth on our hands. I got another plan, but it's not gonna sound all that charming. That guy banging on the walls is probably trying to pincer us, breaking down the walls and then trap us here or run us over. We can do one of two things. One is to leave from the back exit and try and formulate a counter-offensive there. Another is where I fucking charge with a rocket shield past these guys and we exit into the street, but who knows how many more officers are out there. And there's also the risk we take with that chopper."
Nightstalker reloaded his handgun, firing again at the people in front of him.
"Either way, we'll needa act quick."

"I agree with Jester. Back Exit sounds like a much more enjoyable plan than the front" Chronon would spay, smacking home her bolt and placing her hand on Nightstalker's shoulder, using him for balance as she emptied half her magazine into the riot shield's flashing mechanism on it's front before booking it for the back door, motioning for the others to follow by tapping their shoulders on her way back. She would kick open the door, scanning the mostly empty alleyway and opening, before pulling something from her jacket, and flipping it in her hands. Something she grabbed off of one of the officers on the ground...

A flash bang.

"You might wanna get out here before this thing goes off!" She would yell into the main room, pulling the pin and chucking it hard as she can into the room, hoping the two shadow wielders would escape to the nice dimly lit alley before the room would be engulfed in a bright blinding light for a millisecond. "FRAG OUT" she would mimic from the movies she watched previously, attempting to scare the police into evacuating before they made their escape. The bouncing of the flash bang would be followed by the eruption of light, making multiple officers temporarily blind from looking at it with night vision goggles on. Chronon herself was loading another magazine into her gun, waiting on her new temporary allies to make their escape so they could rush to a safe evacuation point.

The trio of super evil good were still waiting, prepared to start punching and kicking their way to these dastardly Civs.