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[dishbestserved]

WHO: Captain Cold and the Mirror Master
WHERE: The Hockey Hall of Fame, Toronto ON Canada
WHEN: ...today...?
WARNINGS: couple of supervillains
SUMMARY: Grand Theft Stanley Cup
FORMAT: Quick?



[ Cold had called up Mirror Master for this job (because they were Rogues, and who wants to drive to Canada?), but this was all on him.

Some thefts were necessary. Sometimes you stole things to piss people off. Sometimes you just needed the money. This one happens to be personal.

Captain Cold stares out through the mirror into the Esso Great Hall, and readies his gun. ]

Should be simple.

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[datglass]

[ Evan pokes his head out after Cold, holding his Mirror Gun at the ready. ]

So what d'ya want this thing for?

[dishbestserved]

Not much of a sports fan, are you? [ Coast seems clear enough, but that might just mean security's out of eyeshot. Still, he steps out, trusting his reaction time. ] Better make this fast.

[datglass]

Fast shouldn't be a problem. Right behind ya. [ And he is, sticking near the wall. ] I like hockey well enough when it's played on the ice. What's the cup there made of?

[dishbestserved]

[ So far so good. He moves forward. ] That's the original. Pure silver, none of that alloy fer it.

[datglass]

Gonna sell it? [ Asking the important questions. ]

[dishbestserved]

Y'think I'd come all the way ta Canada fer something I'd sell? [ He's come up to the case now, and putting his hand on the glass. ] This one's for me.


[ He glances back at Mirror Master ] But if you see anythin' worth a pretty penny while we're here, might as well take it.

[datglass]

[ Evan glances around the stadium, a little bored. ]

Like this kind of crowd's got anything even a wee bit worth nicking. I'll wait fer ya.

[dishbestserved]

Suit yourself. [ Cold lets go of the glass and just smashes the glass with the butt of his gun.

Alarms start going off. He's grabbing the cup now before security shows up. Not so subtle, but fast. ]

[datglass]

[ Evan flicks the switch on the Mirror Gun, keeping it at the ready. ] Seems like a right waste to me. It'd fetch a pretty penny.

[dishbestserved]

Piece like this? You'd have ta find a collector. Somebody who'd appreciate the thing. [ He's trying to hold the cup under one arm and aim his gun at another, just as a couple of security guards start to arrive. He fires a straight-up blast of cold at one. ]

And who's more likely to appreciate it more'n me?

[datglass]

[ Evan shoots at one who promptly disappears into one of the windows opposite. For good measure, Evan goes over to shatter the window. He turns back to Cold and shrugs. ]

Suits me. Good tae go, are we?

[dishbestserved]

We're done.

You sure you don't want none of this hockey memorabilia? [ he gestures to the biographical sketches of honoured hall of fame members, straight faced ]

[datglass]

Dain't know none of these players. [ But he looks at them anyway, and grabs a couple. ] Aye, why not?

AND THEN I NOTICED THIS TAG DIDN'T GO THROUGH

[dishbestserved]

Hey, not like they'll miss 'em. Not sure how much they'll go for, but might as well. [ He'd grab some too except the cup kinda means his hands are full, so instead he checks to makes sure there aren't more security following. ]

WHOOPS

[datglass]

Better be worth plenty. Right though, I'm good to go. [ Checks as well, holds out his gun so NO ONE GETS ANY IDEAS. He puts his foot through a window. ] Now ya see us, now ya don't.

[dishbestserved]

[ He follows ]

Easiest haul in a long time.

[datglass]

The two o' us get things done. Maybe next one we do can be for the real dosh, aye?