Becky turned at a commotion and pointing fingers. She spun as Multibeast ran along the street and bounded onto the top of a car. Leaping clear, he sprouted broad wings from his back and climbed ever higher with each powerful beat.
The camera swung diagonally to catch a police rooftop sniper training his weapon on the winged villain. Mutlibeast veered sharply away around the corner of another building, out of the sniper’s line of sight. Other cameras managed to catch Multibeast’s flight path. He headed in a direct line for the sniper’s building, but from behind. As Multibeast neared the rough stone wall, his wings immediately receded as his body changed shape. By the time his trajectory carried him to the wall, he had become a large goanna and rapidly scaled the wall to the roof. Changing shape again, he became a rat running toward the sniper still peering over the edge.
The policeman didn’t detect his presence, even when Multibeast resumed his human form, now standing behind him. Mutlibeast’s arms and legs swelled into massive hair covered limbs, like a gorilla. Snatching hold of the sniper, he raised him above his head and threw him over the roof.
Multibeast placed a hand to his ear as his limbs resumed normality.
“The sniper’s taken care of. Over and out.”
The scene returned to Becky. She straightened her attire to compose herself.
“Becky!” said a man off camera.
She turned her head as a police armoured car arrived and progressed past her.
“Better get out the way now, miss,” said a senior policeman.
She followed her camera crew accordingly into the next street. Her camera man watched the armoured car through the lens as he peered around the corner. A lone man strode boldly down the other end of the street to meet the vehicle. He wore a long leather coat, but didn’t appear armed.
“This is the leader of the group,” said Becky into her microphone. “They refer to him as Shotgun.”
The armoured car stopped in the middle of the street; it’s gun turret aimed at Shotgun.
“Stop or we’ll shoot,” an amplified voice said from the vehicle.
Shotgun walked on.
“Fire!” bellowed the armoured car.
Machine guns peppered holes in Shotgun’s coat. He came to a halt a mere 50 metres from the car as the holes sealed themselves.
“Surrender!” ordered the vehicle.
Shotgun smiled with the slow shake of his head.
“Use the big gun on him!”
Fire spewed from the barrel as an explosive round thundered full into Shotgun’s chest. He jolted with the impact, but didn’t take a step back.
“Quick, reload,” called a panicked voice.
Shotgun took a deep breath and opened his coat with both hands, releasing a massive blast into the vehicle. The explosive force, sent the car hurtling backwards, coming to rest on its roof. The blackened, buckled wreck issued thin wisps of smoke.
“Shotgun, this is Mutlibeast, over.”
“You broke their back when you beat the armoured car. The police are on the run. Over.”
“Maybe now they’ll take us seriously. Over and out.”