This choice: Wrex overhears a hero intervening • Go Back... Monitor: "Move it, boys! We don't want the SSF to catch us! Get those bags in the truck and-hay! I said down!" His final pronouncement was punctuated by the sound of a shoe hitting flesh rather hard, followed by distant groaning.
Thug:"Hey, Boss, there's some mind of vault back here. Looks like it could hold a lot of loot, but it'll take a few minutes to break into."
The Monitor considered for a moment, chewing his lip lightly.
Monitor:"...No. It'll take to long. Let's get back to the truck on the double. "
The large group of criminals began scrambling back for the relative security of their vehicle, dragging bulging bags of cold, almost untraceable cash behind them.
Other anonymous thug: "Okay. I'll just grab this last bag and-Oof!" The hefty gorrila criminal collapsed to the ground, and the Monitor took a cautious step back.
Monitor:"Mike?"
One hoof out the door, the leading crook was similiarily dropped. A golden blur was visible next to him for the lesser part of a second. Guns went up anxiously, and the bulk of the scofflaws bunched together nervously.
With a blood-freezing roar the door was blown in, the shrapnel followed by the two men who had been waiting inside the gettaway car. A female wolf in ornate silver armor, holding a lance, and astride a white timber wolf the size of a rhino, charged into the room, knocking over the group of thugs with uncanny semblance to a bowling ball.
Monitor: "Monitor to Mind! Monitor to Mind! We've been attacked! It's the Society of Super-Furs!"
Another villian was felled as they tried to crawl away, but this time a cheetah wearing a bright yellow costume stopped long enough to be visible as he palnted a paw on the robber's lower back.
Lightning Strike:"I'd stay down if I was you, pal."
The monitor backed away, looking frantically for a way out. Something big, metallic, and impossibly strong grabbed onto him from behind, easily holding him in a bear-hug with two arms. A robotic voice spoke from over his shoulder, directed at his fairly cheap, easily disposable cell-phone.
Aquatron: "Admittedly, I will only become aware of your indentity in approximately 4.52 seconds, but rest assured that your henchbeing will soon find a lovely new prison cell to call his own, and you will be reunited shortly."
Several glistening wires extended from the wrist of the mechanoid's upper right arm and buried themselvs in the Monitor's intercom.
Wrex realized what the hero was posibly trying to do, and calmly he killed the connection before his location could be traced. The last he heard from the scene of the crime was the groans of several wounded henchmen and the protests of others as they were rounded up.
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