Wail of The Blaster
Jeremy Powers, who had his skin replaced with an artificial one created by scientists, had hired a cowboy from Texas named Jonah Hexon to kill the Greyshots. Jonah was about to put on his hat when Powers stopped him.
"Forget the hat," Powers said, opening a briefcase with a suit inside. "Put on the suit."
Ring!
A bank alarm went off. 2 men carrying large bags of cash ran out of the bank, hopped into their getaway car and drove off. Greyshot Bronze Team chased after them.
The members of Greyshot Bronze Team were the team's leader, Chapman. Second-in-command, David. Marksman, Keith. And assult specialist, Gabriel.
The 2 men drove into an abandoned warehouse and ran out of the car. The Greyshots easily took them down.
Zap! Zap! Zap! Zap!
The Greyshots were suddenly knocked down by air blasts, vibrating at high frequency. A figure wearing a blue jacket, metal boots and gauntlets walked up towards the Greyshots.
"Bet that came as a bit of a shock," the figure said in a strong Southern accent.
The figure pulled the trigger on his gauntlets and another stream of high frequency air blasts shot out. The Greyshots quickly scattered.
"And what do they call you?" Chapman asked, standing on top of a pipe.
The figure thought for a moment. "Call me...well...How's about Blaster?"
David charged forward and punched Blaster in the chest, only for himself to fall backwards.
Blaster aimed his gauntlets at David. "Either your punches are as strong as an ant's, or this suit does more than protect me from my own power."
Blaster pulled the trigger and shot David with a stream of air blasts. The others tried to escape but in vain. Everyone was soon taken down by Blaster. Blaster shot down the pillars of the warehouse, causing it to crumble and to crush the Greyshots as he escaped.
A GBS cleanup crew soon arrived and managed to find the Greyshots underneath the rubble alive but unconscious.
Meanwhile, Hexon was playing pool in Powers' office. Just as Hexon was about to hit the ball, Powers pulled it away and crushed it. "You have some unfinished buisness."
GBS located Blaster at a condemned oprea theatre and had sent Luke to arrest him since they had the same powers. Luke arrived on the scene to be greeted by a blast from Blaster. Blaster pulled the trigger again. Luke dodged out of the way.
"I do admire your spirit, son," Blaster said. "But not enough to let you go, of course. That'll be bad for buisness."
"Who's buisness?" Luke asked.
"Can't tell you the who," Blaster replied.
"Then tell me the why. What did the Greyshots ever do to you?"
"Ain't nothing personal, son. Simple truth is if a man's a man, he honours his responsibilities and you're one of mine."
Luke threw dust in Blaster's eyes and threw a metal disc at him. Blaster easily blasted it into smitherins. Blaster pulled the trigger again. Luke somersaulted out of the way, causing the air blasts to destroy 2 pillars instead.
Luke looked at the destroyed pillars. "Well, this place is condemned."
Luke threw a cloth onto Blaster's face which he blasted apart.
"You know, it really isn't wise to make a dangerous man look foolish," Blaster warned.
"Don't need my help for that," Luke replied. "Look in a mirror lately?"
Blaster blasted down more pillars.
"Talk about incompetent," Luke said. "You've had more shots at me than the criminals I take down."
"Them boys are punks! This is my profession!" Blaster shouted as he destroyed more pillars.
"You mean you do this for a living? With that accent, I was thinking rodeo clown."
"Don't you mock me, boy!" Blaster destroyed 2 more pillars.
Suddenly, more pillars broke and the building started crumbling. Luke quick escaped, leaving Blaster behind. Blaster screamed as pieces of rubble landed on him, only knocking him unconscious thanks to his suit.
Luke took a bow. "That's what they call bringing down the house."
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