The dead of night holds a solid grasp over the city.
0300 hours, and not one car was out on the roads. The only perceptible noise was that of the small vermin scuttering through the shadows, and a day's litter sweeping across the town on the late night breeze. Suddenly, the peace is shattered with a mixture of red and blue flashing lights radiating from a distance, followed shortly by the blaring sirens of police cruisers. At soaring high speeds, they rip through the city streets. Grouped up in teams of three, they scoured the city for... Someone, or something.
"Shit, they're already on us!"
A man rushes out of an abandoned looking factory. Tossing a large black duffel bag into the back of a work van.
"Let's get the hell outta' here!"
". . . Just keep loading up. I'll buy us some time."
After two other men, a particularly tall individual steps out of the building. He wasn't carrying anything, in fact, he wasn't even dressed up in the same attire as the rest of the goons. He clearly stood out as someone of importance.
Enter, Sean Huston.
". . ."
He adjusts his glasses, and stops to listen to the sirens for a moment.
"Sounds like two units heading south on Gull Street, and three more heading straight towards us, getting off of the interstate." He motions his men to hurry up.
"Take the alleyways. They've got no coverage there."
The van's doors slam shut as the men all finish loading up. The vehicle starts with an ambitious roar in the engine, and they instantly shift into drive. They leave with no delay, leaving Sean behind.
His ears pick up on something particularly strange though... A disturbance in the air space above. A flying mass approaches the scene at the speed of a fighter jet.
"... Hm. Looks like I've attracted some unwanted attention."
The aircraft in question turns out to be a... Regular guy? The man descends down, gracefully landing on the floor without disturbing much of the immediate area. His expression is stern. A superhero coming to save the day. The tall, platinum blonde, almost feminine looking individual glanced around at his surroundings, noting the direction in which the others have headed off to, presumably to go after them next. He then fixes his sharp crimson eyes on Sean.
"That, you have."
A simple response. His voice was deep, powerful, authoritative, yet noble. Someone you don't want to mess with, someone who has people everywhere. He approaches Sean, but something about this scene undeniably felt off, almost rehearsed.
"You're under arrest for breaking and entering a restricted facility, and theft. Make this easy, and turn yourself in." He added.
Enter, Brett Syphon.
Sean raises a brow in curiosity as the man lands in front of him. Although his men had already escaped, police were now surrounding the immediate area. He could tell that much. Now that Syphon was here, as well. There was truly no getting off scot-free this time.
"... Oh really? Petrichor City's prized pupil is coming to detain me personally?"
A small smirk is seen curving across his face. Only noticeable in close range.
"You really think you can take me down all by yourself?" Sean taunted.
Brett closed in on Sean, replying with a small smirk of his own, before immediately going back to a neutral face.
"We have you surrounded. Either you submit peacefully, or I'm more than happy to do this the hard way. Your call."
As he speaks, he takes out handcuffs from his pocket. The otherworldly restraints were specifically designed to restrain some of the strongest in the city.
"We already know I'm not going down without a fight."
Sean raises his hands in fists, and forms a battle ready stance. His muscles pulse with adrenaline, and are shown clearly outlined by his compression turtleneck. The police soon after arrive at the scene, as cruiser doors all around are heard being opened and shut with urgency.
"STAND DOWN, YOU ARE UNDER ARREST!"
The police all aim their weapons at him, and the atmosphere weighs heavy with anticipation. If Sean was going to act, he knew it had to be now. He smirks and cracks his neck- before suddenly dashing at his opponent blindly.
However, there was one problem he must not have considered... Dashing toward the hero of Petrichor city, the brains behind the city's most cutting edge technology, the one who protects the very nation with his superweapons, blindly? It goes about as well as you might expect.
Side stepping Sean at the last second, Dr. Syphon casually extends his leg to the side, simultaneously grabbing Sean's arm in the process and pulling back. He effortlessly trips Sean onto the floor. He pulls his other arm back and slides the cuffs onto Sean's wrists, locking them tight. Finally, he pulls him back up to his feet.
"You're coming with me, scum."
He glanced at the rest of the officers and jerked his head with a noble smile, as if giving them the silent signal that he had him all under control now, and to search the building.
Almost right on queue, a vehicle is heard driving on its own. An overly fancy car, driving all on its own.
"Damn it... This won't be the last you'll all see of me.. Just you wait..."
The officers all lower their weapons. Some of them even clap for Dr. Syphon, and shout praises and compliments. While other groups of police storm the ravaged facility.
"This city... This city doesn't know half of what's going on behind all of this!"
He tugs back against the cuffs, but to no avail. They tighten down on him even more, with a mechanical whine and a powerful scarlet glow.
"You'll all find out soon... And you'll regret everything!"
News report choppers reach the scene. Hovering in the skies above with their floodlights and cameras pointed down at Brett Syphon and the detained criminal. While holding Sean with one arm, he waves at the cameras with a determined, yet happy expression on his face.
"Rest assured, citizens of Petrichor! Another criminal has been caught tonight! Each and every one of you is protected in this city as long as I have a say about it!"
The design of all of Syphon's tech looks ethereal. In fact, it made all of the police cars and weapons look primal in comparison. It was best described as overly complicated and overengineered in every aspect. He drags Sean into the car, not before looking at the cameras and police men ahead, giving an iconic salute.
"Farewell!"
With that, he enters his car and drives off with Sean.
– LUMIN UNIVERSITY: DORMS –
Enter, Lexo.
The television blares in the background of Lexo's dorm room, as he prepares a cup of instant noodles. His attention is caught out the corner of his eye, however. He sees Brett Syphon, again, painted in such a glorious light.
". . . Who'd he get this time?"
He approaches the TV, sipping a fork full of noodles down his gob.
"Hmh. . . He looks familiar."