Boosted Villainy Part 12 (Patreon)

Myst tumbled off the bench he'd fallen asleep on and hit the ground when his cellphone's alarm startled him awake a couple of minutes after midnight. "That was annoying, I need to grab Vicky's shield."

'That's what you get for falling asleep on the bench rather than crawling in bed with me,' S. Rose teased him.

Myst got to his knees then stood up and manifested Rose when he realized she wasn't around. "Decided to vanish?" he asked as he grabbed the cellphone from the bench and turned off the alarm.

S. Rose stretched her arms over her head, drawing Myst's attention to her breasts. "I got pulled back about five minutes after you drifted off, it felt like a rubber band that someone kept pulling on until I just sort of let go."

"At least we realized that was a problem without crashing," Myst offered, feeling a bit stupid for drifting off while they were on the road.

"Is your energy well full?" S. Rose asked.

"Yeah," Myst agreed after mentally checking.

S. Rose glanced up at the loft area. "Are we still going to go after the stash house or do you want to have some fun?"

"That depends, would Rose want to be here to watch?" Myst asked.

"She'd make popcorn," S. Rose replied with amusement as she walked over to grab her clothes out of the front seat.

Myst smiled as he enjoyed the view of her bending over, especially the extra wiggle. "You're evil, you know that, right?"

"You're the villain, I'm just the poor innocent shadow clone," S. Rose joked as she walked back over and sat down on the table.

"Innocent?" Myst asked with amusement.

"That's the part you have issues with?" she asked as she put her shirt on leaving the buttons undone.

"You're a shadow clone and I'm technically a villain, so yeah," Myst teased as he focused on her breasts, making a mental note to stick his lucky penny in a plastic trinket holder and stick it around his neck so he wouldn't lose it.

"Technically, this probably falls under vigilante laws," S. Rose pointed out as she straightened out her pants.

Myst sighed dramatically. "So much for being the dashing villain."

"Stick with being the decent hearted rogue, they're more likely to keep the girl," S. Rose told him as she worked on pulling on her pants. "Dashing villains steal the girl but they never last."

"What's your story?" Myst asked.

"I'm a clone," S. Rose replied with a grin. "If you mean Rose, she graduated highschool in June with a 3.9 and she's taking a couple of night classes at the local community college while she figures out what she wants to major in."

"3.9?" Myst asked.

"I had a bitch for freshman English and Gladly is an asshole about group projects," S. Rose complained as she stood up so she could pull her pants all the way on. "Speaking of being a villain, do you think we could get him fired?"

"That sounds more like a public service and hero work," Myst replied as he focused on the silver celtic bracelet he was wearing and pushed energy into it, doing his best to increase the amount of energy he had available each time his pool refilled.

S. Rose shifted so her unbuttoned shirt fell open. "Mr. Hero, can you help me with my quest to remove a stain from a blighted place of learning?"

"What did he do that pissed you off?" Myst asked, finding it hard to look away from her breasts.

"What can I prove or what did he do to Rose?" S. Rose asked.

"Both?" Myst asked.

"He likes to 'flirt' a bit more than he should with students. I mean nothing he says is straight out sexual or anything, but it's miles closer than it should be and he only does it with attractive girls that don't have parents that would complain, which means there's some thought in it. As for personal shit, dead weight cheerleaders and a guy on the football team were always put on group assignments with me," S. Rose complained.

"Let me guess, they refused to do the work for a group project?" Myst asked.

"Yep, I told Gladly, he said it was my job to motivate them." S. Rose shook her head. "It should have been his job, but we can't have one of our precious football stars failing. The jock suggested a threesome with the cheerleader and myself as motivation, so I told him to go fuck himself with a piece of rebar. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'd love to have a threesome with Rose but the cheerleader was a bitch and had already fucked half the football and track teams."

"Did you complain?" Myst asked.

"The principal said that he could grade things however he wanted and I'd technically handed in a half completed project," S. Rose grumbled. "I'm annoyed that Jason got points despite turning in drivel. She didn't even care that Gladly had to reweight the project so he'd pass, so yeah, if we get a chance, I'd like to ruin their careers."

"I can't say I blame you," Myst admitted, thinking about some of the other shit Gladly had pulled in canon with Taylor.

"On another subject, what are you going to enchant?" S. Rose asked.

"I enchanted my bracelet to boost my capacity," Myst replied as he reached under the table and grabbed one of the bags of snap bracelets. "Can you toss me the glasses?"

S. Rose grabbed Myst's glasses off the table and put them on so that she could look at the bracelet. "Two percent more charge every time it refills." She took the glasses off and tossed them to Myst.

"Thanks," Myst replied as he put the sunglasses on and looked at the bracelet. "Let's see how quickly we can break this," he mused as he boosted the bracelet, causing twenty of the snap bracelets to vanish and the percentage to jump to four percent. He boosted it again, causing the percentage to jump to eight and another twenty bracelets to vanish. He quickly repeated the process until he'd used a hundred of the snap bracelets and the percentage went from sixty four to one hundred and stopped which meant he'd probably need to put more energy into it or do something different as normal bracelets weren't cutting it. "That should give me double the energy every time my pool regenerates."

"You realize that's cheating, right?" S. Rose asked with amusement as she started putting her socks on.

"I'm aware and if you're not cheating, you're not trying," Myst replied with amusement as he tossed the rest of the snap bracelets back under the table, figuring he'd get to it when he sorted everything tomorrow.

S. Rose snickered as she worked on buttoning her shirt.

"We're going to need a costume idea for Vicky, any ideas?" Myst asked thoughtfully.

"Victorian Lady of Doom, streetwalker with a theater mask, clown, crazy person with a hockey mask or Alice from Alice and Wonderland," S. Rose offered without hesitation.

Myst shook his head. "I wouldn't mind saving Alice for the Empire twins that can change size."

"How many villains are you going to copy?" S. Rose asked as she finished with the buttons.

"All of them?" Myst replied with a grin. "I mean you'll never know when you'll need to toss a rage dragon or a teleporting ninja assassin at a problem."

"Hopefully never," S. Rose replied as she walked over and got in the driver's seat.

"There's always the endbringers," Myst grumbled, still not sure what he was supposed to do about the walking engines of destruction or Scion.

S. Rose started the engine and shifted into drive, pulling onto the road after checking to make sure no one was coming. "Do we have a plan other than looting the place to the ground?"

"If we have the time, I want to boost a can of spray paint and paint a large X on the roof," Myst said as he started organizing the various melee weapons they had, mostly baseball bats, chains and knives but also a pair of brass knuckles.

She glanced in the mirror where she could see Myst. "Any reason?"

"I'm eventually going to upgrade a couple of houses, I want to make sure I don't destroy the wrong ones," Myst pointed out.

S. Rose frowned as she considered the morality of erasing people's buildings. "You realize they're probably just crashing and don't actually own the place, right?"

Myst walked over so he could watch the road. "Considering the condition of the last house, I'm probably doing the actual owner a favor or he's a slum lord and I don't care."

"Now you're sounding like a villain," she teased as she went through another green light.

"The city owns a fair bit of land because no one wants it or can afford to do anything with it. If we remove the damaged and crumbling building, that's a chunk of land that someone could use to put in a garden or do something more useful than let it rot," Myst argued.

"Or you could just wave your repair and cleaning gloves and fix it," S. Rose pointed out as they reached a stretch of brick buildings that had seen better days. "I blame the gangs and the economy, no one cares because they're not invested in the community."

"It's hard to care when someone can just walk past your shop and break your window, because they feel like it or because you didn't pay someone protection money." Myst looked in the mirror at the back of the RV and manifested one of the shadow thugs that he'd copied, wanting to see if he could use the mirror to target it. "Even if you catch the person responsible, there are dozens more willing to break things for a bit of cash or 'respect' from their piece of shit friends."

"He's not wrong," the shadow thug offered as he grabbed a pair of pants from the box of clothes and worked on pulling them on. "Once they start paying they're screwed, if they don't pay, 'accidents' happen and they're generally screwed anyway."

"Doesn't mean I have to like it," S. Rose complained.

"That's why I like getting high, I don't have to care," the thug replied as he grabbed a sweatshirt and pulled it on over his head. "What do you need broken, boss?"

"You're robbing a Merchant stash house," Myst replied as he manifested another two merchant thugs, feeling a touch of strain at having four people manifested at once. "I don't want anyone killed but feel free to make them regret their life choices."

"What do you want us to do with the loot?" one of the guys asked.

Myst considered the question for a couple of seconds. "I want the cash, pot, grow lights, cellphones, clothes, flat screen televisions, remotes, ammo and firearms loaded before you call the police to pick up the idiots you're going to be tying up."

"Permission to get amusing with how we tie everyone up?" the skinny shadow thug asked with a grin that was missing some teeth.

"Embarrassment only, I don't need them losing limbs or dying because you cut off their air supply," Myst told them as he focused for a second and changed the RV's paint job to a dusty off white color which should keep people from connecting it to the blue RV he normally drove around in.

"No worries," the guy said as he started grabbing clothes from the box.

"What are you planning on telling the police?" S. Rose asked.

The already dressed shadow clone laughed as he worked on pulling on a pair of shoes. "We'll just tell them that we saw them haul a girl kicking and screaming into the place and crates filled with drugs, no big."

"Have fun storming the castle but first everyone needs to mask up," Myst told them as he grabbed his roll of duct tape, wanting to make sure no one connected the dots.

0o0o0

"There's something amusing about making the police do their job," Myst said as he watched the local SWAT team slipping towards the building they'd just cleared out, quickly copying the five of them.

'The police aren't that bad, they're just worried about running into capes,' S. Vicky argued.

Myst glanced at the mirror where he could see two of his minions trying to fit some of the loot into the cardboard boxes he'd expanded the insides of in the back of the RV. "If you don't want to run into capes, maybe you shouldn't be a cop in the Bay."

'Someone has to hold the line,' the female officer told him in his head. 'Besides, we've been told not to deal with capes if we can help it without special permission that we almost never get. I'd love to shoot some of the assholes, but the PRT would throw a fit and you end up on the bench because of politics.'

"Lovely," S. Rose muttered as she watched the SWAT team vanish into the Empire stash house they'd just cleaned out. "How long do you think it will take them to send a cape?"

'Considering this is- Shit! Cape!' the officer snapped when she saw a flash of light on a blur of blades down the street through Myst's eyes. 'We're going to need support!'

Myst quickly copied Hookwolf, dropped the thugs organizing things and manifested a copy of Vicky, causing their clothes to drop to the ground. "How's your aim?" he asked the officer as he grabbed a dress from the other box of clothes and tossed it at Vicky, wishing he had time to appreciate the view because she was certainly worth it.

'Excellent, why?' the officer replied.

S. Vicky quickly pulled on the bright canary yellow minidress, making a mental note to take the boss shopping.

"Because I have something that might stop him but it packs a hell of a lot of power, don't miss," Myst told her as he manifested the tall, dark haired and busty officer. He grabbed the gun safe and opened it while the officer grabbed a bright neon pink sundress from the box of clothes and quickly pulled it on, not wasting any time. He pulled the upgraded combat shotgun out and handed it to her. "Don't miss."

"I'll do my best," she told him as she slipped on a pair of rubber boots. "Do you have a mask?"

S. Rose manifested another Vicky. "Grab some clothes, you're their ace in the hole."

Myst tossed the two girls a pair of ski masks that should hide their identities well enough to keep people from identifying them as long as they didn't do anything too flashy. "Best of luck, aim for his center of mass, it's the only way to hurt him."

"Thanks," the officer replied as she opened the door and left, hoping she could save her team.

The other Vicky quickly pulled on a white dress with pink polkadots. "You need better clothes."

"We're working on it," Myst replied as he manifested two of the other SWAT officers. "Get dressed! I have a couple of guns that have been modified by a tinker."

"Yes sir," S. James replied as he grabbed a pair of pants and started pulling them on.

"Do you have anything that can stop Hookwolf?" S. Vincent asked, hoping the answer was yes because he didn't want his team to die.

"No but I have something that might slow him down," Myst replied as he focused on the mass of sharp metal that vaguely resembled a wolf that was advancing towards the building and the RV. 'Just make rude gestures and dodge as best you can,' he told the first idiotic Merchant thug he'd copied then manifested him in front of Hookwolf.

"Hey fucker!" the shadow merchant shouted as he flipped him off with both hands and did a pelvic thrust. "You're a piece of shit nazi cum bucket-" whatever else he'd been planning on saying was cut off as Hookwolf dashed forward and ripped him apart.

Myst had a moment to process losing the 'pattern' for his crazy shadow clone before the night turned to day, thunder struck like the angry fist of a god and part of Hookwolf exploded. He winced when the second shot ripped through the cape with the same blast of thunder and light, causing the rest of the blades to collapse and fall apart. "Fuck…"

S. Rose rubbed her ears. "That's fucking loud."

"Yeah," Myst muttered, wondering how loud it was outside of the upgraded RV.

"Fuck yeah, he's dead!" S. Vicky cheered, happy that they wouldn't have to have nightmares about the unstable cape killing her family anymore.

Myst opened the door and gestured for them to get in. "Get back inside."

"What?!" the shadow officer shouted as she headed for the door to the RV, hoping she could keep the shotgun.

"We need to leave!" Myst told her and the other Vicky as he turned the RV on, stuck his foot on the brake and shifted it into drive.

S. Vicky giggled as she hauled the shadow officer into the RV and shut the door.

Myst drove over to Hookwolf's corpse. "Grab his corpse, we can't replace him with a shadow clone if everyone thinks he's dead."

"On it," S. Vicky said as she opened the door and flew out to grab the bloody mess of steel.

"What are you planning on doing with it?" the other Vicky asked.

Myst watched his Vicky in the mirror, just in case Hookwolf wasn't quite as dead as he looked. "I'm planning on giving it to Leet and Dragon to see if they can learn something from it, I doubt it's actually steel which means it's probably useful for something."

"I wouldn't mind a decent sword that would stand up to my strength," S.R.S. Vicky said thoughtfully.

"I'll keep that in mind," Myst promised as S. Vicky hauled the corpse into the RV and shut the door. He relaxed slightly as he continued driving without anyone shouting at him or attacking the RV as he made his escape. "We should probably give things a couple of days to calm down before we hit any more stash houses."

"They'll probably have capes watching them for a couple of days or restrict the people that know about them," S. James pointed out.

"Something to keep in mind," Myst admitted as he continued driving, wanting to get a couple of blocks away before he parked and tried to figure out a good place to spend the rest of the night.

'Are we going to talk about the fact that we're stuck in your head?' S. Lisa asked.

'Not tonight,' Myst replied mentally, wanting to grab some sleep before he had to deal with the peanut gallery in his head.

0o0o0

Miss Militia walked over to the officer in charge of the crime scene. "What happened?"

Helen swallowed the last of her cup of questionable coffee and focused on Miss Militia. "We received a call about a house with a lot of drugs, a crate of weapons and some girls being held against their will. The local precinct was already dealing with two stash houses that had been hit so we were called in, mostly because of the girls and the crates of weapons. When we arrived we found the gang members tied up in compromising positions and the place looted to the ground, the only things left were the old couch and the drugs."

"Only things left?" Miss Militia asked.

Helen shrugged. "They ripped out the wall sockets, took the lights, stole the mini fridge, showerhead and facets. I think they were trying to make a statement considering they didn't take the drugs. Either way, we'd barely walked in and made sure the prisoners were secure when someone outside fired a cannon at something outside."

Miss Militia nodded, having heard about the possible cannon on the way over. "Figurative or literal?"

"I'm not sure, it certainly sounded like a cannon going off but they fired twice in a row so it probably wasn't an actual cannon. I didn't see anyone when I checked the crack in the blacked out windows so I checked the door. Once I realized that no one was going to take my head off, I called things in and looked around, which is when I noticed the metal shards and blood."

"At which point you called the PRT," Miss Militia asked.

"I'd rather not have to deal with Hookwolf, he doesn't have a problem killing people that get in his way, including police and he's nearly invulnerable to the standard load we carry," Helen complained.

"Did you get anything out of the gang members that were attacked?" Miss Militia asked.

"Eight people wearing eighties style clothes and duct tape masks burst in and beat the crap out of them with melee weapons before they realized they were being attacked then tied them up and started looting the place," Helen explained as one of her teammates walked over. "They left the drugs and the beer and energy drinks from the mini fridge."

"So we're looking for someone that doesn't have a use for drugs or alcohol?" Miss Militia asked thoughtfully.

"Or they have taste, that particular brand is disgusting," James offered. "Joking aside, I wouldn't drink anything that came out of a drug house even if it was sealed without disinfecting it and washing it a couple of times and I'd have to be starving to risk eating something from there so the fact that they left the stuff probably doesn't mean anything."

"There's also the fact that possession of the amount and type of drugs we seized will make sure they see prison time," Helen added.

"Were there any parahumans among the attackers?" Miss Militia asked.

"Not that we saw, they had normal builds, wore regular if outdated clothes, talked and insulted the gang members and generally acted like your typical thugs," Helen replied.

Helen glanced at her teammate then focused on Miss Militia when he shook his head, not having anything else to add. "Best guess, it's just a group of people that got tired of the gangs and decided to do something about it. They weren't particularly professional about it and with the extent of the injuries, it looked personal. The lab techs should be able to tell you if the blood came from Hookwolf or if it's just some unfortunate victim by tomorrow if they put a rush on things."

"With any luck, it's Hookwolf's and we'll have one less Nazi running around but I doubt we're that lucky," James complained.

"Do you need anything before I head back?" Miss Militia asked.

"What would it take to put a bullet through Hookwolf?" James asked.

"There are a couple of anti tank weapons that might do it but he rarely stays still and getting permission to use them is problematic," Miss Militia admitted, wishing she could catch him on an empty stretch of road.

"Let us know if you figure out which cape took a shot at him, if they're not a homicidal nutcase, I'll buy them a drink," James told her.

"I'll let you know, thanks for the help," Miss Militia told him.

"You're welcome," Helen replied, glad that they hadn't had to deal with Armsmaster.