The cafe was busy on this sunny morning. There was hardly an open seat. To walk by, you would not have noticed the man in a suit, eating his bacon and pancakes and drinking his coffee.
That was fine with Bob. He didn't care if he was noticed or not. Life had been good to him lately.
A gunshot silenced the murmuring conversation throughout the cafe. Three men and two women in masks had entered the building, each holding a gun and a bag.
"Listen up," one of the men said. "This is a robbery. Nobody make a move unless you want to get shot. We have a lot more bullets than you have people in this room, so don't do anything stupid."
The thugs went around the cafe, taking wallets, jewelry, and electronic devices from everyone, one table at a time. A child cried when his hand held gaming system was taken, but his father put a hand over his mouth to keep him quiet. A woman begged to keep her wedding ring, and was slapped before having it forcibly removed from her finger.
Bob took a bite of his bacon.
"Hey hungry, hurry up and give me your wallet," one of the female thugs said to him. She held the bag open to receive his possessions.
Bob was calm. Not calm-under pressure. Just calm. He looked at the woman and smiled. "No."
The woman held the gun to his forehead. "Do you want to die?"
"No."
She slapped him, but his head did not move. The woman shook her hand, trying to deal with the pain of her bruised hand. This guy's face was made out of concrete or something. With an angry growl she put the gun up to his face again and pulled the trigger.
A flattened bullet fell to the floor. The shot hadn't made a mark on Bob's face. He took the gun from her, so fast that she didn't realize he had even moved. "Please, miss," he said. "I'm just trying to enjoy my breakfast."
Terrified, and not sure what to do, the woman reached for the gun, trying to rip it out of his hands. He grabbed her right arm and squeezed, breaking her wrist. The woman stooped over, screaming and holding her wrist.
Four guns trained themselves on Bob. "Hey man," the leader of the robbers said. "Put the gun down!" He grabbed one of the nearby customers and put the gun to her head. "Put it down, or she gets it."
Bob sighed. He hadn't meant to do anything confrontational. Suddenly, he moved, so fast that no eye could track him. Before any of the gunmen knew what was going on, he had run up to each one of them and broken both their wrists. He had also taken their guns, which were now sitting on the counter, in front of his plate.
Bob sat down and drank some coffee.
Several people went up to thank Bob for what he did, but he waived them off. He said it was nothing. When the police arrived, he actually apologized to them for interfering, and for resorting to violence. After finishing his meal, he insisted on paying and walked out the door. He has not been seen since.
Throughout Star City, and on the internet, this man has become known as The Legend.
Sat Nov 26, 2016 2:23 pm by Guest
