The Poet Episode 13

After knocking out a vent cover I made my way into the bank, I figured he wasn't alone as this was a very secure and tightly run bank. At least tighter than Rush Limbaugh's wallet. Anyway I uploaded the building plans the city had on public domain and formed a plan of attack, the fastest way to the bottom was obviously the elevator shaft but I couldn't leave without checking to see if any.more hostages were in the bank. I took out an experimental device called a sonic analyzer. Basically it uses a high pitched sonic frequency that only dogs would react to to bounce sound off of people and objects, similar to a bats Echolocation. Except I'm not a bat. Nor am I the star of a certain comic book involving a guy with pointy ears and a cowl. Anyway I worked my way into the main ventilation shaft and crawled above one of the offices. Thankfully there were only two hired goons here, so I should be able to take them down with little to no trouble. I dropped into the room from the vent and kicked one into a wall, I grabbed the other and in one smooth motion had him against the window. Now that may not seem exactly the ideal intimidation scenario but the hinge that opened the window was audibly rusty. Wisely choosing to not end up a stain on a rainy sidewalk, he told me that all of the hostages were on the bottom 3 floors, and that he and the other guards were only here for insurance. I thanked him for his generous supply of information by knocking his teeth down his throat and stealing his radio, to listen in on the goons communications. I love technology quite frankly, makes my job that much easier. 


Anyway, I stole his radio and made my way toward the elevators and used the radio to avoid the Squads of goons. No use getting into an unnecessary fight, unless it's against something that must be destroyed like Sonic Boom. Anyway I made it to the office the hostages were being held in. They were guarded by two guys in the front with assault rifles. In order to get them out I would need to be calm.. stealthy, and most of all subtle.


So I snuck up behind them and used the ancient technique of the noggin knocker to take them out of the equation. Grabbing their guns, handed them to the security guards that were in the bank when it was attacked. "Hold this room until I get back, don't go anywhere." They nodded with sweet anticipation... That is until I heard a communique on the radio which had 50 shades of fucked up.