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Chapter 3
The Bank Robbery
The next few days were challenging ones for me and my “army,” because we got caught up in the middle of crazy schemes that happen, because as CNG itself stated in a different message:
Attention Cripto. If you see a bunch of index cards with writing pop up in your hands out of nowhere, that’s us, CNG, telling you something important you should know. That’s much easier than us doing our flashing rainbow sequence routine. However, the message we have for you and your army is simple: he’s back!
If you destroy us after you put the message to good use with your smarts and actions, we won’t be offended.
CNG out.
“Who’s back?” Super C asked me when I showed him the index card.
“Maybe it’s that Jennings guy,” I said. “He did say he’d be back for us.”
It turns out my hunch was correct. B. Ursula Jennings was the new version of the old Bendraqi. Yet he had stooped to a lower level that Bendraqi ever did, because he was filled with nothing but hate. All he wanted to do was blow up the mailboxes and burn down the houses and properties of people that he hated, most of which were his former teachers. It didn’t help that he figured out how to practice black magic from the moment he was first exposed to CNG (which we know now was the result of a different smuggler). “This is a guy we wouldn’t mind seeing CNG kill,” the public said to us, “but you’re probably right to say he’s better off living to see the consequences of his actions. We just fear he’s too headstrong and stubborn to see the consequences.”
“We’ve only fought him twice,” I said, “but he did come back with a much stronger hate the second time around.”
Jennings wanted revenge on a crime that didn’t happen, though, because the gang he led was full of his relatives who were also dumb enough to let CNG brainwash them into being hateful people who wanted nothing more than to see the destruction of their enemies, and ultimately, the whole planet. As a result, he was not willing to believe the truth about Leo the Patriotic Lion actually being the President of the United States. Nor was he willing to believe that his cousins, when they tried to attack Holdenfield Christian Center several months back, all died of a genuine heart attack from bad eating habits. (CNG secretly paid off all their debts after they died so the companies wouldn’t complain about a thing.) He kept proclaiming that we killed them, and that the G-52s must be put out of business. “The G-52s themselves are unconstitutional!” he preached. “Until the skies are free of superheroes, none of us will be truly free!”
“His head is screwed on backwards ten times over,” Bodi sighed.
Later that morning, the gang Jennings led began their next move, but there was no sign of Jennings himself. Alarms went off as WNB (Wildcat National Bank) had to prepare its defenses when the gang came in to rob the bank, and like any bank robbery, they were wearing masks and had ammo on them. However, due to a new arms initiative based on the famous Wildcat Treaty that the city’s legislation drafted (and signed by Mayor Jabowitz), certain occupations ranging from bank tellers to teachers at all levels required firearms training and proper handling, so that they would have the ability to fight back. As a result, when the robbers came in and began pointing their guns at the bank tellers, the tellers immediately pulled out rifles of their own. The robbers ended up fleeing without even trying to get a cent.
The police still showed up at the bank as part of their duty, but the rest of us went ahead and chased after the robbers, who (naturally) began firing at us, but I threw up shields for everybody so they couldn’t get hurt. The Biker Mice used their typical tactics to make the robbers crash so the police could apprehend them, but the robbers were attempting to continue to evade us no matter what we did. Even when Bodi used his guitar to thrust out those energy waves, it still seemed as if it wasn’t working.
“Does that CNG stuff give unlimited stamina?” he asked me after trying again.
“That depends on who got affected by it,” I said as I used the skills I learned from doing a French combat sport known as savate when I won that match against Battle Bear to take down another robber. (When Leonce the Romantic Lion celebrated his birthday, and we went to France to celebrate, the group taught us how to do savate; Leonce himself still practices it daily to keep himself in shape. Later, Battle Bear, a French G-52, challenged me to an exhibition match. I accepted it, I beat him, and the videos of me defeating him went viral.) Note I threw some other arts I had learned, such as Capoeira (a Brazilian martial art), into the mix.
“DIE, PIGS!” one robber screamed as he kept on shooting, but all shots missed us by a mile. Instead, one shot took out a streetlight, but since it was daytime, it wasn’t being used. Still, the light fell to the ground and almost caused an auto accident, had it not been for the fact Knuckles and Shadow had grabbed it and set it back upright.
Even Moo and his posse were trying to help, but were having difficulty with the robbers. It confused the police trying to help us also, because they had forgotten Moo’s guns fired out star badges. The badges, however, just bounced off random buildings until they caused flat tires in the getaway cars the robbers were using, assuming they were driving. Some others were on foot, and so that was why I was using my martial arts on them, and why Bodi was using his guitar.
The tide didn’t seem to turn in our favor, however, until one of Moo’s stars leading to a flat tire caused a spin out on the streets, leading the car to face backwards. “Go, Knuckles!” Sonic called as he ran circles around the car, and Knuckles, once it was clear, yelled “Take this!” He then threw a knockout punch to the car and sent the robbers flying through the broken glass, leading them to land right in front of me. Super C, having watched the scene from the sky, flew down to help me detain the robbers.
Then CNG, to rub it in, created flashing arrows out of nothing so that it would lead the rest of the cops to the scene. It also mangled with the robbers so that, for whatever reason, they began hearing a continuous loop of an old song entitled “Ta-Ra-Ra-Boom-De-Ay,” in the style of a Dixieland band, and every time the vocals they heard got to the word “Boom,” they heard an explosion. “Make it stop! Make it stop! We surrender! We surrender!” they kept screaming as they led the cops arrest them.
“Make what stop?” asked the police.
“That song and those explosions!”
“We don’t hear any explosions.”
“And we don’t hear any music either,” I said.
“Unless I’m doing it,” Bodi echoed, letting out another riff and sending out another blue energy wave. His timing was absolutely perfect, though, because from the perspectives of the robbers, it happened on the word “Boom.”
Everybody then cleared the streets so that we could traffic up and running again, but we weren’t sure about the song. The CNG that did this to the crooks then summoned more of it in a Burger King parking lot, doing its usual rainbow chase sequence. Fortunately, it didn’t do any harm to the Burger King, and because of the corner it was on, there were multiple places for people to enter and exit, and so people could still use the drive-thru. The restaurant just had to temporarily close its lobby due to the CNG. Super C read the message aloud before the C.I.D.F. did their duty in collecting and disposing of it, and my “army” saw a clearer picture of how it spelled out the message with the rainbow chase sequence. Once the message was complete, though, it flashed the message in one color of its entirety in sequence (meaning all the letters were simultaneously red, then orange, then yellow, then green, then blue, then indigo, and then violet), and then it was clear.
Here was the message:
Attention G-52s and allies: if you’re wondering what was going on with those burglars, let us tell you that they were NOT members of the gang belonging to B. Ursula Jennings, but he is coming back for you, so be prepared. Since we have determined there is no reason for us to kill the humans anymore, owing to our conscience telling us we must reward the good as well as punish the bad and protect the innocent (and one way we were protecting innocents in some cases was, as you well know, turning humans into anthro animals), we felt we couldn’t kill those robbers. Instead, we got them to physically hear things you weren’t.
They mentioned a song and explosions. The song was an old 1891 number entitled “Ta-Ra-Ra-Boom-De-Ay,” and we threw in explosions to drive them nuts on the word “boom.” Here; take a listen. We’ll play it at a softer volume for you when you ask the tiger of purity to snap his fingers, but for them, it was full blast. Now they’ll be so deaf they can’t hear anything. It’s too bad they don’t know sign language.
CNG out.
“This is getting way too weird,” Throttle put in. “On the other hand, it’s not killing anybody.”
“I may have been wrong about it lying,” Super C lamented. “However, snap your fingers, Cripto, and let’s hear what it was talking about.”
“Okay.” I did so, and we heard the same arrangement complete with explosion sounds, but at a much softer volume. “Maybe that’s supposed to be fireworks on Independence Day?” one C.I.D.F. soldier suggested. “It’s not a bomb explosion.”
“Probably not,” Super C replied. “However, get this stuff out of here.”
“On it.” The troops went to work with their duty, but it was clear CNG, so it wasn’t going to do any harm.
After the story was broadcast on the news, more and more people began to believe Leo’s proclamation that CNG was closing in on its bitter end, and that in order to atone for its sins, it was helping the forces of good for a change, instead of leaving everything in one big stalemate. “I hope you’re not embarrassed by this, Commander,” the lion said to the boss on the G-52 app.
“I don’t think I am,” Super C replied. “I just don’t understand CNG’s choice to act like this. I’m so used to it lying to the world and being destructive. Yet you proclaim it has been dooming itself to a bitter end because of all the double standards it enforced upon itself. I just don’t know what to think anymore.”
“Whatever’s the case, the main thing is you got the burglars in jail, even if they are being tortured for the rest of their lives. Still, that’s not a legit reason to torture those men.”
“No, it isn’t.”
We continued to ponder over what CNG was doing, but one way or another, it was clear that it really was changing its mind about humanity.
TO BE CONTINUED
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Chapter 3
The Bank Robbery
The next few days were challenging ones for me and my “army,” because we got caught up in the middle of crazy schemes that happen, because as CNG itself stated in a different message:
Attention Cripto. If you see a bunch of index cards with writing pop up in your hands out of nowhere, that’s us, CNG, telling you something important you should know. That’s much easier than us doing our flashing rainbow sequence routine. However, the message we have for you and your army is simple: he’s back!
If you destroy us after you put the message to good use with your smarts and actions, we won’t be offended.
CNG out.
“Who’s back?” Super C asked me when I showed him the index card.
“Maybe it’s that Jennings guy,” I said. “He did say he’d be back for us.”
It turns out my hunch was correct. B. Ursula Jennings was the new version of the old Bendraqi. Yet he had stooped to a lower level that Bendraqi ever did, because he was filled with nothing but hate. All he wanted to do was blow up the mailboxes and burn down the houses and properties of people that he hated, most of which were his former teachers. It didn’t help that he figured out how to practice black magic from the moment he was first exposed to CNG (which we know now was the result of a different smuggler). “This is a guy we wouldn’t mind seeing CNG kill,” the public said to us, “but you’re probably right to say he’s better off living to see the consequences of his actions. We just fear he’s too headstrong and stubborn to see the consequences.”
“We’ve only fought him twice,” I said, “but he did come back with a much stronger hate the second time around.”
Jennings wanted revenge on a crime that didn’t happen, though, because the gang he led was full of his relatives who were also dumb enough to let CNG brainwash them into being hateful people who wanted nothing more than to see the destruction of their enemies, and ultimately, the whole planet. As a result, he was not willing to believe the truth about Leo the Patriotic Lion actually being the President of the United States. Nor was he willing to believe that his cousins, when they tried to attack Holdenfield Christian Center several months back, all died of a genuine heart attack from bad eating habits. (CNG secretly paid off all their debts after they died so the companies wouldn’t complain about a thing.) He kept proclaiming that we killed them, and that the G-52s must be put out of business. “The G-52s themselves are unconstitutional!” he preached. “Until the skies are free of superheroes, none of us will be truly free!”
“His head is screwed on backwards ten times over,” Bodi sighed.
Later that morning, the gang Jennings led began their next move, but there was no sign of Jennings himself. Alarms went off as WNB (Wildcat National Bank) had to prepare its defenses when the gang came in to rob the bank, and like any bank robbery, they were wearing masks and had ammo on them. However, due to a new arms initiative based on the famous Wildcat Treaty that the city’s legislation drafted (and signed by Mayor Jabowitz), certain occupations ranging from bank tellers to teachers at all levels required firearms training and proper handling, so that they would have the ability to fight back. As a result, when the robbers came in and began pointing their guns at the bank tellers, the tellers immediately pulled out rifles of their own. The robbers ended up fleeing without even trying to get a cent.
The police still showed up at the bank as part of their duty, but the rest of us went ahead and chased after the robbers, who (naturally) began firing at us, but I threw up shields for everybody so they couldn’t get hurt. The Biker Mice used their typical tactics to make the robbers crash so the police could apprehend them, but the robbers were attempting to continue to evade us no matter what we did. Even when Bodi used his guitar to thrust out those energy waves, it still seemed as if it wasn’t working.
“Does that CNG stuff give unlimited stamina?” he asked me after trying again.
“That depends on who got affected by it,” I said as I used the skills I learned from doing a French combat sport known as savate when I won that match against Battle Bear to take down another robber. (When Leonce the Romantic Lion celebrated his birthday, and we went to France to celebrate, the group taught us how to do savate; Leonce himself still practices it daily to keep himself in shape. Later, Battle Bear, a French G-52, challenged me to an exhibition match. I accepted it, I beat him, and the videos of me defeating him went viral.) Note I threw some other arts I had learned, such as Capoeira (a Brazilian martial art), into the mix.
“DIE, PIGS!” one robber screamed as he kept on shooting, but all shots missed us by a mile. Instead, one shot took out a streetlight, but since it was daytime, it wasn’t being used. Still, the light fell to the ground and almost caused an auto accident, had it not been for the fact Knuckles and Shadow had grabbed it and set it back upright.
Even Moo and his posse were trying to help, but were having difficulty with the robbers. It confused the police trying to help us also, because they had forgotten Moo’s guns fired out star badges. The badges, however, just bounced off random buildings until they caused flat tires in the getaway cars the robbers were using, assuming they were driving. Some others were on foot, and so that was why I was using my martial arts on them, and why Bodi was using his guitar.
The tide didn’t seem to turn in our favor, however, until one of Moo’s stars leading to a flat tire caused a spin out on the streets, leading the car to face backwards. “Go, Knuckles!” Sonic called as he ran circles around the car, and Knuckles, once it was clear, yelled “Take this!” He then threw a knockout punch to the car and sent the robbers flying through the broken glass, leading them to land right in front of me. Super C, having watched the scene from the sky, flew down to help me detain the robbers.
Then CNG, to rub it in, created flashing arrows out of nothing so that it would lead the rest of the cops to the scene. It also mangled with the robbers so that, for whatever reason, they began hearing a continuous loop of an old song entitled “Ta-Ra-Ra-Boom-De-Ay,” in the style of a Dixieland band, and every time the vocals they heard got to the word “Boom,” they heard an explosion. “Make it stop! Make it stop! We surrender! We surrender!” they kept screaming as they led the cops arrest them.
“Make what stop?” asked the police.
“That song and those explosions!”
“We don’t hear any explosions.”
“And we don’t hear any music either,” I said.
“Unless I’m doing it,” Bodi echoed, letting out another riff and sending out another blue energy wave. His timing was absolutely perfect, though, because from the perspectives of the robbers, it happened on the word “Boom.”
Everybody then cleared the streets so that we could traffic up and running again, but we weren’t sure about the song. The CNG that did this to the crooks then summoned more of it in a Burger King parking lot, doing its usual rainbow chase sequence. Fortunately, it didn’t do any harm to the Burger King, and because of the corner it was on, there were multiple places for people to enter and exit, and so people could still use the drive-thru. The restaurant just had to temporarily close its lobby due to the CNG. Super C read the message aloud before the C.I.D.F. did their duty in collecting and disposing of it, and my “army” saw a clearer picture of how it spelled out the message with the rainbow chase sequence. Once the message was complete, though, it flashed the message in one color of its entirety in sequence (meaning all the letters were simultaneously red, then orange, then yellow, then green, then blue, then indigo, and then violet), and then it was clear.
Here was the message:
Attention G-52s and allies: if you’re wondering what was going on with those burglars, let us tell you that they were NOT members of the gang belonging to B. Ursula Jennings, but he is coming back for you, so be prepared. Since we have determined there is no reason for us to kill the humans anymore, owing to our conscience telling us we must reward the good as well as punish the bad and protect the innocent (and one way we were protecting innocents in some cases was, as you well know, turning humans into anthro animals), we felt we couldn’t kill those robbers. Instead, we got them to physically hear things you weren’t.
They mentioned a song and explosions. The song was an old 1891 number entitled “Ta-Ra-Ra-Boom-De-Ay,” and we threw in explosions to drive them nuts on the word “boom.” Here; take a listen. We’ll play it at a softer volume for you when you ask the tiger of purity to snap his fingers, but for them, it was full blast. Now they’ll be so deaf they can’t hear anything. It’s too bad they don’t know sign language.
CNG out.
“This is getting way too weird,” Throttle put in. “On the other hand, it’s not killing anybody.”
“I may have been wrong about it lying,” Super C lamented. “However, snap your fingers, Cripto, and let’s hear what it was talking about.”
“Okay.” I did so, and we heard the same arrangement complete with explosion sounds, but at a much softer volume. “Maybe that’s supposed to be fireworks on Independence Day?” one C.I.D.F. soldier suggested. “It’s not a bomb explosion.”
“Probably not,” Super C replied. “However, get this stuff out of here.”
“On it.” The troops went to work with their duty, but it was clear CNG, so it wasn’t going to do any harm.
After the story was broadcast on the news, more and more people began to believe Leo’s proclamation that CNG was closing in on its bitter end, and that in order to atone for its sins, it was helping the forces of good for a change, instead of leaving everything in one big stalemate. “I hope you’re not embarrassed by this, Commander,” the lion said to the boss on the G-52 app.
“I don’t think I am,” Super C replied. “I just don’t understand CNG’s choice to act like this. I’m so used to it lying to the world and being destructive. Yet you proclaim it has been dooming itself to a bitter end because of all the double standards it enforced upon itself. I just don’t know what to think anymore.”
“Whatever’s the case, the main thing is you got the burglars in jail, even if they are being tortured for the rest of their lives. Still, that’s not a legit reason to torture those men.”
“No, it isn’t.”
We continued to ponder over what CNG was doing, but one way or another, it was clear that it really was changing its mind about humanity.
TO BE CONTINUED
Cripto's Army: Changing Strategy (Chapter 3)
Chapter 3.
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