Post by Foley on Aug 23, 2012 15:56:17 GMT -5
When Detective Sam Makoa of the Metropolis Special Crime Unit arrived on the scene, his first thought was how incredibly sereal the sight was. Sprawled out inbetween and, at some points, on top of several buildings of the the Downtown finacial district was the prone form of what looked like a giant wind-up tin soilder comlete with red coat, bayonet rifle and a cone-shaped black hat topped with a metal feather plume. The soilder had "died" in battle with Superman, who was now standing beside Makoa's boss the Guardian, and it's "wounds" told the story of just how hard fought that battle had been. Off to the side, Makoa saw "Terrible" Turpin overseeing some of the tech/crime scene officers remove a clear box from the scene that contained a good-sized, glowing green rock. No wonder the Guardian called in the armored boys to help out Supes, not with that size a' piece of kryptonite appearently involved,Makoa thought to himself.
The Man of Steel was leaping off to go to where ever he went when he was not needed to protect Metropolis as Makoa approached. Makoa did not care just where that place was so long as Superman was a helpful element to the SCU, should he ever go rogue...well the large rock Turpin had was going to the same storage locker as other pieces just like. The Guardian may be tolerant of the cape and cowl set in his city, being a clone of the origianl mystery man, but he was also a pragmatist and Makoa respected him all the more for it.
"Great way to start the week eh, Sam?" Guardian asked jerking his thumb over his shoulder at the tin soilder smiling a little.
"Just love the smell of overheated machine parts in the morning," the Hawiian born policeman replied with a similar smile, "What happened? Or should I wait for the story to show up in the Daily Planet to find out?"
"It appears that tall, dark, and robotic here went on a rampage doing his best impression of Godzilla. Superman showed up like he always does and that's when big ugly here whipped out his slingshot and started pelting him with kryptonite shots. Thankfully the mandroid squad managed to arrive in time to keep the thing from turning Superman into a pancake."
"Initial clues?" Makoa asked nodding. He already knew that Guardian was going to assign him the follow-up detail of finding out just who sent the wind-up wonder to town.
"Nothing so far." was the reply, "Big obivious one is that this is another Toyman creation."
Makoa shook his head, "Winslow Schott is still in prision for one, and for another as far as we can tell there was no real target, other then Superman."
"Hasn't stopped him and others from acting in the past."
"No, but this doesn't feel quite right for Schott," Makoa replied as he started to get closer to the fallen soilder.
Guardain stood just behind him, "Copycat, you think? That super smart Hiro Okamura kid maybe? Last I heard he was just on the side of angels, helping Superman and Batman with the kryptonite astroid business couple of years back."
"Not sure just yet," Makoa answered squatting down to take a better look at some of the innards he could see through a gash in the robot, "I want the lab boys to take a look at this and see if they could crack this thing's CPU. We might get lucky and get a list of this things orders and just who gave 'em."
The Man of Steel was leaping off to go to where ever he went when he was not needed to protect Metropolis as Makoa approached. Makoa did not care just where that place was so long as Superman was a helpful element to the SCU, should he ever go rogue...well the large rock Turpin had was going to the same storage locker as other pieces just like. The Guardian may be tolerant of the cape and cowl set in his city, being a clone of the origianl mystery man, but he was also a pragmatist and Makoa respected him all the more for it.
"Great way to start the week eh, Sam?" Guardian asked jerking his thumb over his shoulder at the tin soilder smiling a little.
"Just love the smell of overheated machine parts in the morning," the Hawiian born policeman replied with a similar smile, "What happened? Or should I wait for the story to show up in the Daily Planet to find out?"
"It appears that tall, dark, and robotic here went on a rampage doing his best impression of Godzilla. Superman showed up like he always does and that's when big ugly here whipped out his slingshot and started pelting him with kryptonite shots. Thankfully the mandroid squad managed to arrive in time to keep the thing from turning Superman into a pancake."
"Initial clues?" Makoa asked nodding. He already knew that Guardian was going to assign him the follow-up detail of finding out just who sent the wind-up wonder to town.
"Nothing so far." was the reply, "Big obivious one is that this is another Toyman creation."
Makoa shook his head, "Winslow Schott is still in prision for one, and for another as far as we can tell there was no real target, other then Superman."
"Hasn't stopped him and others from acting in the past."
"No, but this doesn't feel quite right for Schott," Makoa replied as he started to get closer to the fallen soilder.
Guardain stood just behind him, "Copycat, you think? That super smart Hiro Okamura kid maybe? Last I heard he was just on the side of angels, helping Superman and Batman with the kryptonite astroid business couple of years back."
"Not sure just yet," Makoa answered squatting down to take a better look at some of the innards he could see through a gash in the robot, "I want the lab boys to take a look at this and see if they could crack this thing's CPU. We might get lucky and get a list of this things orders and just who gave 'em."
