(Clone P.O.V)
Before he could even contemplate what was happening further Oni-lee flashed forward in a burst of ash. The blade in his hands aiming to sink into his gut. His own arm lashed out and caught Oni-lee's arm, dragging the man off balance and shifting the direction of the knife.
Only for the Cape in question to dissolve in a cloud of ash. Objectively he knew that Oni-lee's whole gimmick was blitzing and attacking using his clones but he never really put two and two together.
Oni-lee seemed to be flashing in and out leaving him surrounded by these ash clones as they completed the actions the Cape in question was trying to unleash.
As this was happening he gave the two down Empire Cape a sympathetic look as he avoided another knife to the gut. Teleporting Capes were annoying to deal with.
Ironically the civilians in the bank were all but celebrating the fact that Oni-lee showed up. Not in the way that they were praying for Cole's downfall but in the fact they were expecting something far worse. So the mindless drone that was near suicidal was a welcome sight to those bozos.
The mindless one was being suspiciously non suicidal. As he tripped and disarmed another Clone he could tell that it felt the need to blow itself up with the bandelier around its body. Its arms twitching in that direction but the near robot was holding back on that for some reason.
Considering the rather asian heavy workers and the words coming from the Empire Capes this bank might be associated with the ABB.
He felt like slamming his head into one of the walls or maybe letting Oni-lee stab him to put himself out of this failure of a Clone life. He never related so heavily with Mr Meeseeks before but he got it. Existence is suffering.
The fearful energy coming from the staff and the customers desperate escape came to live in his mind. Of course, they looked like they were going to slit their own throats. Lung was pretty protective of what he saw as his and the big dumb asshole was known for collateral damage.
That last thought had him contemplating blowing this place up regardless of the fuckign civilians here but he held back. He may hate Lung but he knew most of these fools only fell in line because Lung was a giant fucking monster who was willing to have your family raped and gutted to satisfy his ego.
So him pulling the pins on Oni-lee's grenades was not going to happen. Even if it would take away from the mental damage he took from picking this place.
Seriously what are the odds that the random Bank he picked was a front for the fucking ABB. Sure, he did not target a Bank in the nicer spots of town as he did not want to deal with a truly busy crowd but he never thought the first place he found was the most dangerous.
As one of Oni-lee's Clones actually started to aim for his lower region he figured he was giving Oni-lee too much space. God knows what that maniac would do to ensure he was following Lungs orders to the tee.
He clenched his fist and threw a heavy punch straight at one of the Clones faces. Before his fist made contact with the construct he replaced it with Oni-lee using his own teleportation.
His own force did not stop for a moment as the mask on Oni-lee's face made a loud crack sound as the punch landed. Oni-lee was nearly knocked to the ground in a truly lethal way as he was slammed to the ground from the force of Cole's punch and the angle it was thrown at.
Really, the Clone network keeping an eye on this place was a miracle like no other.
He could have given Oni-lee the Cricket treatment but there was something satisfying about decking an asshole. Although, it was not nearly as effective at keeping a motherfucker down as Oni-lee flashed away into the air and escaped from the man who was willing to deck him.
He was going to respond but apparently that punch was a step too far for Oni-lee as the fucking clone moaning on the floor clutched at his bandelier and was already pulling pins out.
Fucking asshole was going to start suicide bombing the place. He swapped Oni-lee with the moaning clone before him. A loud explosion coming from the street as the grenades went off but he did not care about that too much as he kneed the fucker while covering his eye sockets with his hands to stop the teloporting.
That earned him a knife to the stomach but he was just going to let it happen this time.
He did let out a groan of pain as the knife sunk into his stomach but he was just a clone. His pain was temporary and was going to end when the real Cole decided to recall him.
Before the fucker could go on a stabbing spree he knocked him to the ground and covered the eye sockets with one arm while his own hands danced to his coat and stabbed another sedative into Oni-lee.
The fucker had something about him that was made of stronger stuff as he squimed na buckled even after he was injected but his struggles came out slower and slower as it took effect. Eventually the mindless killing machine was put to rest.
As that happened he stood up and gave the knife sticking out of his stomach a nasty look but left it in. His pristine suit was already leaking a small amount of purple goo instead of blood. He did not want people asking why he was bleeding purple if he took it out and he could not risk showing off his healing capabilities.
He turned towards the civilians who were watching him like he was a wild animal that was about to pounce on them.
'Right, would have appreciated a heads up. This place is run by the ABB so if you don't want to wake up nice and crispy you should fucking leave. That sort of reminder who have been a godsend." He drawled out clearly irritated but the people around here just gave him dull slacked jawed looks.
"This place is run by who?" A voice popped out from his side as a click and an expanse of foam started to travel up his frame. He looked over at Velocity who was giving him a cheeky grin as he held up another containment grenade.
He should have expected the response from a speedster would be the fastest. However, two other factions still managed to beat the PRT to the scene. Fucking scrubs needed to get better in organizing things.
"You know what, fuck this. You can deal with the bozos. I am going to go home and sleep off all of this bullshit." He shot out as he swapped himself with one of the inflatable dolls he had hanging around in their base.
The last sight from Velocity was that cocky smile falling off his face and him seemingly deflating at not being able to catch the new Cape on the block.
He sank into the chair in Coil's office. That could have gone better as he did not even steal anything but it did serve its purpose. They know that Kaito Kid was operating while Cole was under their protection. While the Empire and the ABB showing up was not expected it was a nice showing as he was able to handle Capes that most people could not even dream of taking down.
The trio was likely to be thrown into jail but knowing the PRT they would be out on the streets in a matter of hours. The only delaying fact was they were going to have to wait for the sedatives to wear off. So it might be faster for the Empire Capes as they had Othella to heal his dirty little trick.
On the other hand he had escalated the situation with the gangs. The Empire was not going to be happy he denied their little offer and Lung is going to go on a rampage to earn back his reputation.
The fucking coward knew that his monstrous reputation was half the reason people left him alone. So anything marring that image had to be dealt with as quickly as he could.
Whatever that sounds like a problem for real Cole. He was a Clone and he did not have to deal with the lasting consequences of his actions. Hell, he did not even have to deal with the knife sticking out of his gut. He could just dissolve into a puddle of goop.
You know what that sounds freaking great, so he let go and dissolved into goop and laughed as the real Cole seemed stunned at his response.
(P.O.V shift back to the real Cole)
Did that fucker just pop himself and leave this steaming pile of problems on my foot!? He could not even cus or freak out as Vista was sitting right in front of him and it was likely that this room had cameras placed literally everywhere.
He would not be surprised if Armsmaster managed to make a camera small enough it could fit in every crevice and crack in this room.