A City of Data (Open)

Harmon sat on the edge of a rooftop in the heart of Star City, watching the whirring of lights and noise. He blinked and he saw the world in a different light. One of bright blues and red-oranges. Technology and electricity. Data and machines. This was the world in which Harmon inhabited, and it felt right. These machines would bend to his will if he so wanted, yet he held back.

Metahumans were pretty much shot on site here in Star City. At least Hotwire could use his tech vision without attracting unwanted attention. And he had some gadgets. Was he under-prepared? Probably. Was he out of his depth? Most definitely. But he had to start somewhere. So here he was, patrolling the data lines and cell phone calls, looking for anything out of sorts.

Harmon saw something down one of the better lit alleys in his area. A girl painting a mural. Graffiti. Maybe he'd call the police and let them handle it. Grafitti wasn't exactly superhero vigilante work. But then things took a nosedive. A bunch of people approached the girl. They were armed, and most certainly did not look like cops. Okay. Now was the time for him to swing into action. He began to formulate a plan.

The alley was only lit by a few street lights. He'd have to take those out all at once in order to stand any chance against that many opponents. But how to see in the dark? Well that infrared camera next to him would help. But there had to be a display... and that keycard scanner had one.

"Ok. Let's do this...' He muttered. A series of light blue circuitry lines began to flow down his arms as his eys flashed a bright cyan. The camera and keypad seperated and reformed on his face. Good. His face was better obscured, and he could see in the dark. As he walked to the edge of the building, he upholstered his grappling gun and fired it into the roof across the alley.

Good. The goons didn't notice. Now he could swing in at the very moment he needed to. A couple of the gunmen would advance on the girl, only for a small item to drop at their feet. They would peer at it for a second before recognizing it as a crudely made explosive. Without any stereotypical beeping, buzzing, or other similar type of warning, it blew up right in their faces. Just as the bang went off, hotwire plunged the alley into darkness and grappled down to the alley below.

(ooc. Ignore that negative vote. I had no idea what it was and just clicked the minus button.)

Other Metahumans. Their powers were far more obvious than hotwire's, but that didn't matter much now. He needed something else. Behind one of the Metahumans was a power junction box. If he could just cause a feedback in the primary circuit...

*boom*

One of the goons was knocked off balance, throwing off his aim. The beam of light would hit one of his friends, putting both out for the count. Unfortunately, the blown out junction box was now on fire, creating a dim source of light in the alley. Being stealthy had just become a bit harder.