EXPLICIT - Evening The Odds

	“Alright, troops, we’ve got the target within the building, so make sure that you’ve got your game face on, got it? I want you to stay out here, make sure that we don’t get any of the perps getting away!” With that, a turkey wearing a rather dark-looking suit of gear sirks to himself before letting out a small sigh - he and his team had been tracking this criminal for the past month or so, but thanks to a good amount of luck and more than enough energy drinks to make someone think that they were insane, he and his team had finally found where they were hiding out. Even now, the turkey smirks to himself - after all of his crime and every single one of his botched capture attempts, tonight was finally the night to set things right.
	With that, the turkey quickly straps on his side arms - a pair of pistols that could help augment and direct every single ounce of energy that he could muster. He never left home without them, after all. With barely another word, though, the turkey quietly starts to saunter his way up to the building on the corner - they had scoped out the place as a potential location for months and they finally had evidence of their group using the place as their hideout. So, with everything going on, it was time to finally make a move and take him in - and that’s where he came in.
	WIth barely a sound aside from rubber soles-in-pavement, the turkey starts to sneak his way to the side of the building, its towering height making him hesitate for a moment or two before he slips his way to the side alley - it was time to get to work. As soon as he presses his back to the side wall, he slides his way along there before he makes his way to a metallic gray door. Once he’s there, he lets out a small sigh to steel his nerves before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small keycard - something that he had snagged from an interrogation session about a week prior. After quickly swiping it into the small plastic box to the left of the door, a small green light flashes on its front before the door swings open about an inch or so.
	He furrows his brows at the sight of that… By now, he expected some sort of alarm to go off within the place - sure, not unheard of, but it was something that he had planned on, so… the lack of an alarm meant that he was being expected - great, awesome, just what he wanted. With barely a sound, he slips his way into the building, closes the door as softly as he could manage without actually closing it, and quickly turns himself around before reaching to his hip and pulling one of his plasters out from its holster - he quickly flips a switch on the side of it before letting the pit in his stomach drop.
	Almost immediately, the lines along the side of his firearm start to glow and spark with energy - there wasn’t going to be a “next time” tonight. That, he was sure of. With that, the turkey starts to skulkk his way through the halls - if his knowledge was right (and it usually was), then he needed to head to the top floor for his prize. Time to make his way up for an appointment…

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	Of course there hadn’t been a working elevator in this place - he should have expected that when he walked in, but the thought that he was being mocked was just putting more fuel on the fire. Nevertheless, though, he starts to make his way through the halls with a practiced lightness to his step - seeing so many things on a daily basis makes one tend to be on-edge more often than not, after all.
	His thoughts, though, are quickly interrupted by a flash of movement in his periphery - he quickly turns his gaze towards his right, drops to one of his knees, and points his gun towards the end of the hall. Two guards - armed from the looks of things. He quickly aims his pistol towards their bodies, and pulls the trigger. As soon as he does, a quick bolt of red launches itself from the barrel before sinking into the back of one of the guards - immediately, they let out a grunt before they drop like a log. He quickly dispatches the other guard with a similar blast.
	Good… Not a drop of blood spilt. Now, to get himself to where he needed to go. With barely another word and a quick frisking of the two mooks he had taken care of a moment before (it never hurts to check if there was a keycard he needed), he slinks his way down the hall. Soon enough, he brushes his feathers to calm his nerves for a moment before pressing himself against a wall beside a door - if his intel was right, then the one he was looking for was right behind this door…
	His thoughts start to race for a moment or two - this was going to be it… With a quick breath in, he storms through the door and immediately points his gun at the various people in the room, his gaze quickly hardening to its usual intensity.
	“Radifox!” As if on cue, a figure on the other side of the room jumps in his spot, holds his hands up next to his head, and starts to turn himself around. Almost immediately, the shock of bright yellow hair atop his head is brushed away by the figure’s hand.
	“Ah, well, well, well… I see our guest of honor is finally here. Though… I believe you’re a tad early, don’t you think? How’s about we put down that gun and have a bit of a heart-to-heart, hm?” The figure, a fox with deep-gray fur and a smirk a mile wide, stands there for a moment or two before the turkey sends a bolt of red whizzing past his head - immediately, he ducks out of the way as best as he can manage before rolling beside a steel table. He immediately upends it, causing all manner of documents and books to clatter to the floor before the fox’s voice echoes its way out from behind there. “Aw, would you look at that - someone’s a bit trigger happy, hm?”
	“Shut your mouth, you asshole. Either come quietly or I’m gonna shoot a hole in you that not even the best doctor in the world could stitch up, you hear?”
	“Oh come on, now, at the very least let me try and return the favor!” And with that, the sight of a bolt of yellow energy whizzes its way out from behind the table, sizzling through the air before slamming into the far wall - almost immediately, the mark it leaves starts to sizzle and burn before turning into a mess of glowing metal and bubbling plastic. The turkey quickly glances towards that hole in the wall before turning back towards the fox at the other end of the room - he immediately ducks behind a lab bench of his own and keeps his gun ready.
	“You keep this shit up, and you’re gonna make me do something that I’m gonna regret - and I don’t regret much, you know.”
	“Well, first time for everything, don’t you think?” And with that, another pair of glowing yellow balls of energy whizz their way past the turkey’s spot before taking a chunk out of the side of his cover - almost immediately, he winces at the burning sensation against his face before he rolls his way back from that now-liquified plastic and charred wood. Radiation… well, if the name fits…
	“This is your first and only chance, you know - if you don’t come out with your hands up, I’ll have to use deadly force!” The entire time, the turkey grits his teeth… This was going to end a lot messier than he wanted.
	“Do you really think that I’m going to give up my one chance at using this thing?” For a moment, the turkey’s eyes dart toward the back of the room, where a glass container was resting against the back wall - inside was a small stone cube with a number of wires taped to the sides… His eyes immediately dart back to where the fox… wasn’t…
	“Shit…!” And with that, the turkey starts to look around the room - though, before he could get a full sweep, the feeling of something rather hot and blunt smacking against the side of his face, causing him to drop to his side before rolling up to his knees. The fox was standing right beside the spot he was at moments prior, one of his fists held up in admiration.
	“Hm… Three point two Roentgen - not great, but not terrible, wouldn’t you agree? I think it wouldn’t be bad to see how little power it takes to take you out. After all, you saw what happened in Belgium, and I certainly don’t think you want to know what happened in San Salvador, don’t you think?”
	“Gh-!” And with that, the turkey Dashes off towards the opposite end of the room, his gun pointed towards the fox with barely another word. He quickly pops off a pair of shots into the fox’s form before the fox himself tumbles off to the side, a pair of burn marks quickly singing themselves against his shoulder and his side. A moment later, and a grimace twists itself against his face.
	“Oh, is that right…? Well, let’s see how a double dose does for you, then…!” And with that, the fox starts to scramble towards the back end of the room, with the turkey quickly following suit in the opposite direction. The entire time, the two of them hold out their hands and fire bolts of energy from their forms - the turkey from his gun and the fox from his palm. With each step they take, they circle around the room with blast after blast slamming into the walls where they were just a split second prior.
	The turkey grits his teeth for a moment or two before dropping behind a chair, his pistol at the ready - this wasn’t going well, was it…? The fox sneers at that point and stands in front of that glass cylinder at the back of the room. A moment later, and he raises his hand above his head. A moment later, a yellow dot blinks itself into existence.
	“Alright, then, I think that it’s time to stop playing with atoms. Time to go for the real thing, don’t you think? Let’s see how much of a dose it takes to destroy every single chromosome in your body!” And with that, the fox flexes his fingers before that dot swells to the size of a watermelon - a split second later, it swells to the size of a beach ball before glowing near the fox’s sneering visage. “Do you think that this could be enough, you little incompetent piece of foodstuffs?!” And with that, the fox rears back before throwing that ball of glowing flame in the direction of the turkey.
 He quickly dives out of the way with a look of annoyance and fear clinging to his face - this was getting tiresome. As soon as the turkey lands, the sound of something sizzling and bubbling hits his senses - a quick glance back to where he was moments prior and the only thing in his vision was the sight of a glowing mess of slag and plastic. He quickly turns back to the fox with a sneer of his own affixed to his face.
“Alright, you caustic asshole… I’m through playing games. You wanna know what I think of your bullshit and everything you’ve put me through? I’ve been trying to catch your ass for the past three months. Not one, not two, but fucking three! You know what that means?” As the turkey was speaking, the fox raises his hand above his head once again, causing another small dot to apparate into existence.
“I’ve not the foggiest, but at this point, I don’t think I really give a damn!” And with that, the fox tosses another beach ball sized orb of yellow energy through the air, a sadistic grin plastered across his face. This time, the turkey dives as best as he can, though that doesn’t stop the sheer energy emanating off from that orb to singe his flesh as he passes it by.
“Three months! That’s almost twenty-two hundred hours, you fuck stain! That’s how much time I had to give up because I was chasing you, and I know for a fact that this is going to be worth it tonight!” And with that, the turkey raises his gun once again, the red lines and glowing portions along its length shining as bright as a miniature sun! “Now, do me a favor and shut your fucking mouth for once!” And with that, the turkey pulls the trigger, causing a bolt of vibrant red energy to rocket out of his gun’s barrel.
It quickly glances against the side of the fox’s face, causing him to spin and tumble towards the ground, the hole that was left in the wall right behind him quickly leading out into the open air of the outside world. The turkey lets out a small sigh at that point, points his gun towards the fox for a moment or two, and holsters it after seeing the fox’s form not move. He lets out a snort through his nose before making his way over, kneeling down, and flipping the fox over onto his back - his eyes were closed and the shock of yellow hair on his head was practically singed away from an energy burn.
The turkey sneers at that point, runs a pair of fingers along the fox’s neck, and rolls his eyes - there was definitely a pulse left, sure, but that just means more paperwork for him at the end of the day. He shakes his head - relax, your job’s done. Just have to call it in, and everything is gonna be alright. With that, the turkey reaches up to his lapel, grabs his radio receiver, and presses the button on the side.

CHK-!

“This is Vengeance, I have the perp neutralized. Send a medic and a radiation team. I think that our troubles aren’t quite clear just yet. Also, lead-lined gear and Neutron-Absorbing manacles are a requirement. I need two teams up here ASAP.” And with that, he releases the button on the side of his receiver. A moment later, a voice chimes in.
“Solid Copy, over. Moving to position.” At the sound of that, the turkey just makes his way over to a nearby chair, flips it right side up, and plops his rump onto the surface before letting out a small sigh… Time to play the waiting game.

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	“Well, at the very least, I’m glad to say that we finally got him, but I don’t know how much it’s going to cost us to repair all of the damages that took place during our little scuffle.” The turkey quietly takes a seat against the back step of a rather well-armored looking van - he had been scrubbed down moments earlier with every single kind of brush that he could manage, as well as with every single kind of Neutron-Absorbing detergent that they had brought with them. Even then, he still felt a bit of a tingle against his cheek - he’ll take something for that when eh gets home. They always had something to give him after dealing with a perp like that fox… Speaking of whom, the fox was currently restrained against a flat gurney, with his hands tied down with rather bulky-looking manacles that covered his hands. The turkey knew better - those things were made entirely of lead, and there wasn’t a thing that that fox could do to get out of those aside from blowing himself up in the process.
	At the moment, the fox was being loaded into the back of an ambulance, the various medical personnel doing their best to treat the rather nasty-looking head wound that the turkey had given him minutes prior. At the sight of that fox disappearing behind the doors of the ambulance, he lets out another sigh, this time in relief.
	“Heh… yeah… He’s finally being put away. Thank fuck.” Just then, a rather young-looking canine makes his way up towards the turkey’s side, a clipboard in hand.
	“Sir! I’ve been requested by HQ to have you sign this at your earliest convenience!” At the sound of that, the turkey, without even looking, grabs the clipboard, takes the pen from its spot on top of the metal clamp there, and un-caps it before scribbling something down onto the very bottom of that document - standard procedure in his line of work. Whenever they bring someone in for processing, it was always someone that says they needed some kind of form on what had happened, if this was true, and if he was going to be responsible if something went amiss.
	He didn’t care right now - all that mattered was the thought that he had finally taken that menace down for what he hoped would be for the first and last time. With that, though, he quickly hands that clipboard back to the canine, lets out a deep-set sigh, and leans back in the back fo that van - after this, he was going to request a good amount of time off. After all, he deserved it for what he had been through today. No… especially what he had been through today. For now, though, the only thing he wanted to do was just lay back and relax, and go through his guided breathing - something he did after every big mission.

	Breathe in… Breathe out… Time to relax.

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