Another day, another overdramatic showdown between Harbringer and whatever hero decided to burst onto the scene. Harbringer is busy monologuing on top of a sky scraper while he sends orders to his henchman. Connor grimaces as the radio hooked on his utility belt crackles out orders. At least he's out of the way; robots and superheroes are smashing through walls, citizens screaming as they run, and sidekicks rounding up the unlucky fellas on distraction duty.
Meanwhile, Connor is leaning against the wall of the bank and pressing buttons on his tablet to direct his recent robotic additions to load up bags of money. All the bank tellers are sound asleep thanks to the snoozegas pellets he'd dropped moments prior. He tugs his eyemask into place with a soft sigh. "Only 3 more hours and I can go home, load up a game, and-" He mumbles to himself before a sound draws his attention.
