Realistic or Modern Shattered GLASS [A Modern Superhuman Story] (Always Open)

GLASS Warehouse 17
Lieutenant Manuel Clarke, X-Rank

Death, despair and all too much damage done. Manuel hated it, but what else was he supposed to do? He acted on instinct, formulating plans on the fly to subdue a dangerous criminal in as little time as possible. Thus, a wave of relief washed over him as the last-second use of the anti-power field worked. One target became two, and it became clear to the commander just how Cinder had used such unprecedented amounts of power. She was enhanced by someone else. "Subdue the other hostile!" He quickly called out, sending other GLASS agents to hold on to and cuff the "Booster" they just had discovered, while Manuel turned his attentions to Cinder.

Then, the flashbangs began.

The first bomb was disorienting, making Manuel stagger, but it was not as bad as it could have been. Luckily, modern tactical gear was made to alleviate the impact of flashbangs. In fact, the insulating nature on surrounding sound was exactly why he used an earpiece. The flash, meanwhile, was bad but ever so slightly protected against by the goggles on his gas mask. As such, it did not take him terribly long to begin sprinting, making his way towards Cinder at commendable speed, reflexively turning his head away from the following flashbangs and shutting his eyes to help against the stun further, making them a comparably minor hindrance to what they could be. He had dealt with flashbangs and worse from Iraqi forces in the past, and he was not going to let Cinder slip away like that after all the lives she had stolen. He felt a push of force moving by him, making him stagger, but he paid it no mind. His focus was entirely on his target.

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"...Now you're just being a fucking troll"
Ecto was just pissed now. She had already tried this trick before, so he wasn't surprised at this like the first time. This meant he could respond immediately. The reason he could manipulate air and not smoke was simply because he was used to being in contact with air molecules. Smoke's particles were too unfamiliar and in too little numbers for him to manipulate directly yet. He may not be able to grab her specifically, but he could cause air drafts as demonstrated before. Now air was just flowing towards him, with him trying to suck the cloud of cinder back to the ground.
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Leonardo Rooker
Hale National Bank

The armor lost all capabilities on the left arm. The exosuit was still intact but she hit the exact spot where she disabled all weapons systems on the left arm. But he wasn't so foolish to back down, even though she's young and she's a girl, she's still a criminal. The body would then be tossed aside by him and suddenly he saw her in front of him, a fist that would surely be his downfall.... But suddenly something kicked in, he could suddenly see in slow motion. He thought it was because he trained for years honing his reflexes but in truth, he was a superhuman as well. His powers although subtle gives him an edge in most fights and he doesn't even know he has this power. A normal human would not have any time to react, but suddenly he blocked her punch with all the exosuit power to his right arm, dampening the blow to the point that he felt nothing. Keep in mind all power is now forced to the right arm, that means that the right arm is now probably strong enough to topple an entire building. "No more" he said in his distorted metallic voice. Suddenly he reverted all power to both his arms used his left arm to grab her face.... No not her head, her actual face and he lifted her, then straight up pummeled down to the ground, shaking the building, cracking the concrete and making a shockwave strong enough to topple anyone in a 5 feet radius.

Meanwhile in the suit, there is an AI that helps him. It suddenly displayed "Force from impact has cracked a rib, multiple wounds in lower leg section, recommended to find medical assistance immediately."
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Annabel "Warhead" Harley
Location: Hale National Bank

Annabel was surprised that he reacted quick enough to catch her, though he could have at least caught her by the throat or something else, not the face. then before she knew it he had slammed her down and pummling down on her. she didnt fight back mostly because it as obvious he had no idea what her powers were. So she just laid there and let him beat her down and fill her up with power after about minuet of this she lifted her legs up quickly and drove them in to his stomach. an explosion rocketing from her feet on contact sending him flying up hard into the ceiling with brutal force. Annabel giggled happily as she stood up seemingly perfectly fine except for torn clothes. "Oh what a fool you are batsy. you really should study up on your opponents abilities before you charge them head on if you had then you would have known that taking me on like that and pummling me to the ground only makes me stronger and more powerful." she said as she watched the last of the money be loaded up and hauled off. "since you gave me so much delicious energy ill just tell you what i can do. In other words im sort of a biological battery able to absorb any energy then use it against my enemies. Set off a grenade in my face......." she said as she pulled one from her pockets and pulled the pin and let go of the handle. after a second it went off in a fiery explosion of smoke and flame. though after a second the fire quickly got sucked back as if time was being reversed. as the smoke cleared annabel was standing there a ball of bright energy and fire between her hands as it quickly shrunk seeming to be sucked into her hands before it as all gone leaving her with an insane smile. "i just become stronger... drop a nuke on me.. the same thing will happen. but of course the fun part comes after ive got it." she said as a ball of energy appeared in on of her hands and she threw it at him makng it go off when it got within a 5 foot radius

"No!"

His scream was a mix of desperation and frustration as Cinder transformed and took off as an inky cloud of black smoke. The commander could just make out what was going on through the afterimages burned into his retinas after the flashbangs, but he immediately leaped through the air, reaching for the criminal. He reached, stretched, probably looking plain ridiculous as the grown man held up his hand for the sky, fingertips away from Cinder's smoke but not quite reaching...

And then, the winds quite literally shifted. A draft that could not be explained in any other way than "supernatural" pulled down, bringing the smoke back towards the ground, Manuel's eyes widening. She was in reach.

As Cinder was pushed down by the telekinetic gust, Manuel was right there, plunging his hands into the smoke. A second's touch was all he needed, and it was done.

"Game over, kid..!"

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Renae Hopson "Telegram" - ARK Hideaway, Locations Unknown

Renae had only been paying a small amount of attention to the skirmish that was taking place around the warehouse - the raid had been a great success, after all. Christine had delivered more than enough for them to get a better of what was exactly in those crates, and James was looking them over right this moment. If Cinder wanted to pick a fight outside of that, it had nothing to do with her. Still, it had been worth keeping on eye on, if only to see how the two superhumans worked in tandem. Which, evidently, they did very well.

But then... something strange happened. She instantly lost contact with both of them with no real warning. The implication, of course, being that both had been either knocked unconscious or perhaps even killed. This, while surprising, wasn't abnormal. What was, though, was that she re-established contact with Cinder a few moments later, who was lucid enough to send her a mental message (and a verbal one too, apparently).

"Why, what's going on? How are they--"

The link cut off yet again. There was something there blocking her ability - this wasn't unprecedented, but the fact that GLASS apparently had access to that kind of technology wasn't something ARK had previously ever reported. She briefly considered sending in some more bodies, but that was hardly useful if she couldn't 'see' what was going on.

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Alexis Morton "Pura" - Warehouse 17

Negating the ability of both Cinder and Booster simultaneously proved to be incredibly draining for Alexis, especially as she was only expecting to be dealing with one person's abilities. She managed to sustain it a little while longer, but it began increasingly more difficult just to keep pace. As such, as soon as she saw that Cinder had left the area of effect, she dissipated the field entirely.

The whole ordeal has left her both physically and mentally exhausting. She dropped to her knees, resting her head against her chest for a moment. She'd remained awake, but she wasn't going to be doing anything useful for a while after.

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Alexis Morton "Pura" - Warehouse 17

"I'm alright, I just... need a break."

Alexis wasn't sure why so was so mentally exhausted, to be honest. She'd been conservative with her ability, only really using it in a big way once. There wasn't really a good reason for it, other than that she'd ended cancelling two powers instead of one - but even that didn't really explain it.

She raised her head back and up and looked at the other woman. She also didn't really notice the gaping wound in Delilah's side, being far too distracted by the headache that was slowly building in her mind. This was only made worse when she stood up, the sudden movement enough to cause her vision to blur out of focus for a moment. Looked like she was pretty physically drained too.

At least it was over now.

...Well, of course, it wasn't. She barely had enough capacity left to really process what Cinder was doing, but she knew it wasn't good. Even if it would've made a difference, Alexis' own powers were more or less disabled right now - she couldn't safely use them again.

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Ecto kept his hands behind his back, not moving.
"How are you keeping all this shit in your damn hoodie..?"
Cinder clearly wasn't fucking around. She had even thought ahead to the headlines that could occur. There was one thing that she didn't really consider, though.

Nobody had to tell the press anything.

As Cinder began rambling to Manuel about not bluffing, she would suddenly find herself unable to breath properly. It didn't look like Ecto was doing anything at all, but he was telekinetically applying pressure to her neck and windpipe. The goal here was to have her pass out. Ecto wasn't really worried at all, as even if she tried to detonate he'd most likely be able to contain the shrapnel and shockwaves. Of course, she had to realize what he was doing before she could detonate for no reason, and Ecto was currently still as a stone just as she had requested him to be.

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He had gotten too careless. Cocky. As soon as he felt the smoke grow solid between his fingers and pulled, Manuel had assumed the battle won. That is when Cinder slipped out of his very faint grip and on pure instinct, he pulled a handgun from the holster at his side, aiming it at the ARK member. A goddamned explosive, and she pulled the pin without hesitation. After all that he had seen and heard today, he did not doubt Cinder's words in the slightest. Madwoman, nothing else, but he was not lowering his firearm. If worst came to worst, he would have to shoot her, but he hoped that would not be the case. "Cinder, listen to me." He spoke slowly, doing what he could to connect to the girl. "ARK already got what they came for. We've already lost plenty of people on our side. Fellow human beings, people to bury and grieve for." He was breathing slowly, keeping eye contact with the girl. "Don't add yourself or anyone else to that list. I'm not saying that you don't know what you're doing, but the judges will look favorably on you knowing your youth. Throw the grenade away. It does not have to be this way."

Of course, while his tone was attempting to be pacifying, he was mentally running through all the data he had to do something about the situation. She pulled the pin, but was preventing the grenade to light. The common internal fuse of a common American military-grade hand grenade was four point five seconds. He had dealt with those before, he knew. They were still close enough to one another, if things escalated, he could probably get that grenade out of here in that time. Pistol still raised, voice calm, he continued running through options as he spoke to the crazed girl, going for one last, desperate bluff. "...We have energy absorbers here already, Cinder. Myself included. Powers are not the only thing we can negate, I will let you know." Another deep breath. "Any sudden movements and I will shoot, Cinder. You won't achieve anything, we'll contain the explosion, all you will be doing is throwing your own life away for nothing. Throw the grenade away." He could hear the murmur of soldiers behind him, but Manuel did not care. No matter how bad she was, he did not want to see more death today. Tense as he was, he had not even noticed what Ecto was doing.

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Shit. She wasn't listening. Every word he uttered only brought her further into hysterics. What the hell had this girl been through to make her think like this? It couldn't just be a spoiled lifestyle, he didn't buy that. Still, though. Custom-made grenades, especially for this purpose... What the hell had been running through her mind when she made that order. Why would she? The lieutenant kept his gun trained on Cinder, doing all he could to regulate his breathing. Keeping his own pulse down. Keeping his mind sharp. He could crash later, but right now, he needed to be at his best, no matter how disturbing this whole situation was. "...Okay." Seemingly, he relented. "Okay, I will call off the telekinetic. I will raise my hand to activate my earpiece now, so do not be alarmed by my sudden movements, alright? It's going to be fine." He was threading on thin ice, he knew that already, he was hardly trained for this, he was dealing with the situation as well as he could.

Slowly, he brought one of his hands from his pastel and to the side of his helmet, activating the earpiece. With the insulated gear he was wearing, he lowered his tone further to muffle his voice even more, making it virtually impossible for Cinder to hear what he was saying over the few yards between the two of them. He struck up a contact with his squad. "...Whoever the telekinetic is, lay off the grip you are applying to Cinder's throat. Rather, concentrate everything you can on moving that damn grenade. When I say go, I want you to launch that explosive as far straight up into the air as you can manage. It's got a fuse of roughly half a second, meaning we'll need as much force as we can manage. If you can form a... Shell, or telekinetic bubble or something along those lines around the thing to contain the explosion, do that. You don't need to block the entire blast, just minimize it as much as possible while launching it. Straight up, aim for the blown-up roof. Everyone else, scatter."

With his orders made, he saw the GLASS soldiers back off from the Cinder and himself. At this point, only he and Cinder if anyone would be caught in the blast radius once the telekinetic launched the thing. Still, if he was lucky, they were going to survive this. And if not... Well, it had been an alright life, at least. He spoke up again, once again loud enough for Cinder to hear. Both of his hands moved back to the pistol. "There! You should feel the grip around your throat loosening in just a second. I ordered the rest of the soldiers to back off, considering the risk of an explosion. That's okay, right? We can still talk something out here." He was not changing his tone with her at all. As long as he kept faux-bargaining, she shouldn't notice that anything was wrong. Silently, he made another helmet-covered whisper into his comm link. "On three, telekinetic... One..."

"Two..."

At the three, of course, he intended to throw himself forward, immediately dropping all pretense of negotiating. An unexpected slam into the arm holding the grenade was all it was going to take, to get her grip to loosen just slightly and let the other GLASS agent launch the grenade as high up as humanly possible in that short timeframe, at the very least saving the two of them from a fatal blast. It did also have a secondary effect, however.

It allowed Manuel to tackle Cinder once the grenade was sent away from the two of them, getting the skin-on-skin contact necessary to negate her powers again and covering her far smaller body with his own, offering protection from the resulting grenade blast. His duty was to protect the citizens of Hale. That included this kind of scum, no matter what he thought about it himself.

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Ecto backed off, releasing his grip on Cinder's threat. He instead focused on the grenade, intending to throw it up as instructed. This actually did seem like a better idea than he had in mind.

He heard Manuel say three. He used as much force as he could to send the grenade up, figuring that would be enough to get it at a safe distance. As it exploded, the explosion only seemed to go so far as it was contained by his telekinetic bubble



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"Three!"

As soon as the words had been said, Manuel rushed forward as noted, breaking from his standstill and into a full sprint seemingly out of nowhere. He covered the distance between Cinder and himself in no time flat, throwing himself forward to tackle Cinder to the ground. With the shockwave from above pushing her down if she transformed into smoke and her broken bones from throwing herself into the last shockwave outside of smoke form, where was she going to go? This time, he intended to pin her arms to the ground as they collided, making damn sure that she had no more tricks up her sleeve.

The shockwave from the grenade still pushed through the bubble to a certain degree, and Manuel could feel the energy slam into his back with a bout of sudden pressure, prompting a low cough. Still, his armor and the bubble took the worst of it, and it did little to stop what he was planning to do.

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Location: Hale National Bank

A single squit had been scurrying along the floor of bank when the girl burst into it, a few of her minions following in behind her. Rather than running off in fear like most other squits would, he retreated to a safe distance, and merely watched from the floor as the events progressed.

As such, he was witness to her powers, her ability to create explosions at will. Fascinating... but dangerous. He wasn't too sure who the other armoured person she'd brought with her was, but he seemed fairly inconsequential in comparison. What was more important, though, was the next arrival - a man in a black, robotic suit.

The two quickly began fighting, and although both were outputting incredible amounts of power, one of them clearly had the upper hand. The girl was essentially unharmed by the other's attacks - if anything, it just seemed to make her more powerful. The technological prowess of the man was commendable, though. The raw amount of energy he was outputting, however ineffective, was certainly impressive.

The squit moved forward to get a better look. It was rewarded for its curiosity by being unceremoniously (and likely unknowingly) crushed by one of the combatants, leaving a tiny red stain on the ground.

"The Swarm" - Hale National Bank

The rest of the Swarm continued to wait patiently in the air vent ducts above the room. It's only eyes in the room now being gone, it considered its next move for a moment. The girl could be problematic... with her powers, she might accidentally destroy what he was after, ruining all his hard work. The man was less of a problem - his electronics could be fried with a few... sacrifices, if necessary. And if everything went to plan, he shouldn't have to deal with him at all.

He split himself into two halves, one half of the squits heading down the vents, further into the bank and towards the safety deposit boxes. The other half... had a much more complex task. He positioned them over a grate in the ducts, directly above the girl. Looked like it was time to make its appearance in this city.

At first, just a couple squits fell onto Annabel, light enough to not even be noticed - even dandruff would be heavier. But the flow soon sped up, hundreds pouring onto her hair and shoulders. And then, the grate burst open, and billions of squits fell out at once, theoretically enough to cover her entire body.

Many of them missed their target, or simply bounced off of her, and ended up on the floor. They immediately began swirling clockwise around her feet, some beginning to clamber onto her shoes where possible. But a significant number of them managed to keep attached to her head, quickly crawling over her face. Some linked together by the arms, forming a makeshift blindfold out of their bodies to cover her eyes.

The others attempted to rush into her mouth, intending to block up her throat. She might be indestructible, but she still needed to breath, right? He didn't need to kill her... but choking her out to incapacitate her could give him enough time to complete his own objective.

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Location: Hale National Bank

A single squit had been scurrying along the floor of bank when the girl burst into it, a few of her minions following in behind her. Rather than running off in fear like most other squits would, he retreated to a safe distance, and merely watched from the floor as the events progressed.

As such, he was witness to her powers, her ability to create explosions at will. Fascinating... but dangerous. He wasn't too sure who the other armoured person she'd brought with her was, but he seemed fairly inconsequential in comparison. What was more important, though, was the next arrival - a man in a black, robotic suit.

The two quickly began fighting, and although both were outputting incredible amounts of power, one of them clearly had the upper hand. The girl was essentially unharmed by the other's attacks - if anything, it just seemed to make her more powerful. The technological prowess of the man was commendable, though. The raw amount of energy he was outputting, however ineffective, was certainly impressive.

The squit moved forward to get a better look. It was rewarded for its curiosity by being unceremoniously (and likely unknowingly) crushed by one of the combatants, leaving a tiny red stain on the ground.

"The Swarm" - Hale National Bank

The rest of the Swarm continued to wait patiently in the air vent ducts above the room. It's only eyes in the room now being gone, it considered its next move for a moment. The girl could be problematic... with her powers, she might accidentally destroy what he was after, ruining all his hard work. The man was less of a problem - his electronics could be fried with a few... sacrifices, if necessary. And if everything went to plan, he shouldn't have to deal with him at all.

He split himself into two halves, one half of the squits heading down the vents, further into the bank and towards the safety deposit boxes. The other half... had a much more complex task. He positioned them over a grate in the ducts, directly above the girl. Looked like it was time to make its appearance in this city.

At first, just a couple squits fell onto Annabel, light enough to not even be noticed - even dandruff would be heavier. But the flow soon sped up, hundreds pouring onto her hair and shoulders. And then, the grate burst open, and billions of squits fell out at once, theoretically enough to cover her entire body.

Many of them missed their target, or simply bounced off of her, and ended up on the floor. They immediately began swirling clockwise around her feet, some beginning to clamber onto her shoes where possible. But a significant number of them managed to keep attached to her head, quickly crawling over her face. Some linked together by the arms, forming a makeshift blindfold out of their bodies to cover her eyes.

The others attempted to rush into her mouth, intending to block up her throat. She might be indestructible, but she still needed to breath, right? He didn't need to kill her... but choking her out to incapacitate her could give him enough time to complete his own objective.

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Alexander Rooker
Hale National Bank

"Squits detected. Number count: 1500000000 and increasing. Extreme threat to electronics of the suit. Suggested to use XE Suit to combat squits." The AI in his helmet said. "Shit.... Enable auto-pilot mode.... Call in... The plane" He said with delays of pain. The AI then took over the suit, using the Exo suit to stand him up. He started moving, walking when he shouldn't too outside the bank. Meanwhile in the distance, a huge roaring sound can be heard, like a jet enjine.
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hale national bank


It didnt take long for annabel to notice and react to the little things pouring over her. "Ew ew ew get off!!" she yelled as she watched them swarm around her feet before she was blind folded. Growling she locked her lips shut and clenched her jaw when she felt them trying to get into her mouth. then she raised a fist and brought it to the ground setting off an explosion and killing most everything that was on the ground or below her knees. then she focused on the ones on her face. clawing and swating viciously before she started to run forward ready to run into a wall and release another blast with her face. the heist crew didnt pay much attention though as they grabbed the last of the money and other things in the main vault and ran off towards the trucks to be hauled off. Growling again annabel finally reached the wall and set off an explosion with her forehead that engulfed her head in fire and smoke hopefully killing all that were on her, but to be sure shhe slammed her head against the wall two or three more times to be sure

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"The Swarm" - Hale National Bank

The attack didn't go quite as planned - the girl turned out to have responded far more logically than he'd expected. Only a few squits managed to make it into her mouth before she clenched it shut, a couple even being crunched between her teeth as she did so. Those that did make it through simply plunged down her throat as they'd been instructed, but the lack of numbers meant that they would, at most, just give her a slight cough.

But it was the next reaction that was the most devastating. Her fist slammed into the ground, rendering the human-looking forms of the squits directly underneath totally unrecognisable - instead, they were just reduced to a single gooey red mess. The resulting explosion was enough to kill almost all of them on the ground, as well as the ones which had started scaling her legs. However, a couple of thousand managed to survive, shielded by the now-splattered bodies of the others.

This also, unfortunately, removed them from the influence of the Swarm. Now realizing the danger they were in, the survivors began to run off towards the entrance of the bank, their little legs taking them as fast as they could... althou this was, naturally, not very fast. The squits on the girl's face were subject to the same terror, the blindfold beginning to crumble even before she began attacking her own face.

Many of these were initially splatted against her hands, and many more were roasted alive by the fire and smoke she inflicted on her own head. This turned out to be enough to eradicate the vast majority of them, with only a couple surviving by taking shelter deep inside her hair, and being smart enough to stay put, keeping as still as possible so as not to draw her attention.

...This wasn't exactly how he hoped it'd work out, but it was still salvageable. He'd managed to keep her explosive self away from where it was important, after all. The other half had made its way to the safety deposit boxes, and managed to locate what he was looking for. He pulled out a large electric motor, millions of tiny bodies carrying it out. It wasn't expensive, or even very rare - but it was exactly what it needed right now. He crawled back into the vents, the squits using their arms and legs to form a makeshift ladder out, and started to make his way out of the building.

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