Sachs of Money

Standing before the economic depot of Goldman Sachs the Ace was astounded. The monumental modern marvel was tantamount to a timeless classic with its pristine fiber glass windows glistening under a cold winter sun's gaze. Forty two stories high, the building was almost as monolithic as the organization itself. That what may be the factor that has kept them so financially successful in the past years. Didn't matter. Today they'll be missing a pay check. Or two.

"What's the load man?" Milo questioned through his integrated headset to an onlooker situated high in the sky, invisible to the air security thanks to Kamelot tech cloaking on the TRX 40 Gunship. Using thermal binoculars his companion was able to identify how many men surrounded the top floor awaiting a package containing one point five million in cash. Two rooftops away the Ace, positioned on the corner of a ledge, searched avidly for the incoming drop.

"Twelve. Armed heavily. Looks like they have heavy armor on... I suggest you... Oh geez.." Tommy said as smoke shrouded the landing pad the moment the packaged dropped from the helicopter. Through the smoke he could see Milo tearing through his opponents with with miraculous variation. A mix of gadgetry, olympic acrobatics and elite tactical precision rendered 7 men unconscious with moderate wounds and five crippled, for life.

The smoke cleared and four officers rappelled down from the copter. Milo, hidden from sight, watched as they began to attempt and secure the perimeter. "Bring her in for the package. I sense an even bigger score. These guys wouldn't haven't dropped down unless there was another delivery." the ace murmured in a hushed tone, crouch walking around a generator past a heavily armed paramilitary officer's back. Once directly behind him the schemer raised his hands and spoke. "How much is your life worth?" Spooked the gunman fired on him, only for the bullets to be stopped in their path by a single raised palm of the armored artillery. "Not much huh?" The next three men rushed to meet their death as the spray of bullets was directed back at the group, piercing their skull and throat.

As the TRX 40 flew in the helicopter attempted to escape with the passenger. In a mad dash the Ace ran to the ledge and leaped off the roof with an elegant roll. Retrieving his grapnel gun from his waist ample accuracy placed the grip onto the tail of the helicopter. Using the rapid momentum created by the pull from such a far distance Milo swung his body into the helicopter feet first kicking Alexander Derrelict, CEO of Goldman Sachs out of his seat and into a freefall from the skyline of 200 west street. Milo followed his prey reaching terminal velocity at the opportune moment, scooping up the Chairman and extending his metallic orange and black wings. The two swooped low before gliding into the sky as the wings acclimated. Coasting to a lone rooftop the Ace tossed his prey topside before retracting the wings and landing with a combat roll beside him. A stiff hand clasped Alexander's neck as he was slammed into the wall hard by his large assailant. "You're going to to give me the access codes."

Derrelict shook his head in protest."I don't!" Was all he managed before the katana removed a chunk of flesh from his arm. A bloody roar ushered in a shrill cry of information. "9227-4567-8975-4368!"

Dropping the wounded business man Milo escaped the scene in silence. One point five million gathered in cash, and the access codes to forty million in off shore accounts. The egregious wounds suffered would have him bleed out in no time. Allowing for twenty four hours to access the accounts. Life was good, for the moment.

He would need a place to hide for the next couple of years. And the life of an average man was not befit for him. Whispers of a sports league designed for metahumans had reached his ears, promising fame and fortune with the chance to compete against competent opponents. With the capital now acquired the athlete in Milo considered investing in a training organization to aid him in such an endeavor. And what better place to hide, than in plain sight?

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