Tech looked over the edge of New New York's borders. there were only four ways out of the city. The four Main compass directions. he had arrived through the use of a stolen hoverlift from the East. That particular exit was blocked off since he had managed to wreck the controls when an officer caught sight of him and radioed in to the NNYPD.
~Oh well, live and learn~ He thought, taking a small gear out of his pocket to observe it. Replacing the Gear, he began looking around the newly built city. It was a marvel of modern technology. Those Aliens... what did they call themselves... ah yes, the Archaiologicals, sure knew how to build stuff. Although considering that they were more man sized Rock Golems than alien, it wasn't surprising that they could build something so majestic and ask only to live there in peace in return for maintaining it. They had the help of their distant cousins, the Electibyterosians to power the floating city. supposedly the 'Bytes' as Earthlings called them, were unlimited power sources, and had been maintaining the cities power grid since the place was built. who knew?
Unfortunately, or perhaps in Tech's case, fortunately, there was always a criminal underworld, and with the added Archaiologicals and Bytes, Came the Viruses(this is not their alien name, but a name given to them by the Bytes). The viruses were corrupt people of other planets who were bent on "Subtle Human Removal", which is just a nice term for slow and painful extinction. Tech never removed his helmet when near them or while in proximity of cameras, so they couldn't determine what he was, much less who was behind the armor.
~I wonder what I should steal first?~ Tech thought, grabbing a newspaper that had a picture of a museum on it. within seconds he found his target.
"Bingo!"
~~~T~I~M~E~~S~K~I~P~~~
An alarm sounded as the NNYPD surrounded the building. Tech was on the roof, looking down at them with his pose symbolizing boredom, although through the blackened helmet, it was impossible to tell unless he decided to speak. He waved and mock saluted the authorities before saying.
"Tech Nicholi Tie's the name, Classy Crimes are the Game! Come one come all and try to solve The answer that will soon dissolve! However you must act post haste, Before the building's laid to waist! By T.N.T.'s destructive paste!"
As soon as he said this, he did several flips over gunfire and disappeared into an ill strategically placed alley, making a clean getaway.
"Does it seem like he's a bit off his rocker to you?" one of the human officers asked.
That's when they heard it. the incessant beeping of a time bomb about to go off.
"BOOM!"
As if a destroyed museum wasn't enough, they heard a recorded message play seconds later.
"That's too bad, it's such a shame, But thank you for playing my game! I hope you remembered my name, But if you didn't, share the blame!"
~~~T~I~M~E~~S~K~I~P~~~
"WHERE IS SHE?!? I want Miss Thayeson in my office. Not tomorrow, not after lunch, NOW!" Chief Triket was a Byte who had been known for his temper in times of crisis, but was fair in paying his employees, so no one complained. "We've been at the search for THREE WEEKS!!! I'm calling in the hovercar units! block all roads to check for IDs on ALL patrons!"
"Even the children, sir?"
"I don't care if it's a two month old in diapers! I want his records on file!" Triket fumed.
"Yes sir. right away sir." The sergeant responded and seconds later he had escorted the young woman inside.
"Thayeson. Sit down..." he gestured to chair. "We have been chasing a man who refers to himself as Tech Nicholi Tie. a.k.a. T.N.T. The boys around here who are newbies call him Technicality, and apparently that gets him mad. He's been stealing things and then leaving no evidence by, as strange as this may seem, leaving a collapsed building as more evidence that he must be stopped. I gathered from our Philadelphia department that this "Tech" person has made it onto your hit list. We need him alive for questioning, so see what you can find out."
_________________ If you RP with me, read This NotificationShoulder Demon: (Looking at controls of train) "Let's see how many times we can wreck this thing before we're all dead." Shoulder Angel: "Are you crazy?!?!?! you'll get us all killed!!!!!!" Shoulder Demon: "That's the idea, Moron!"
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