<strong>David Van-Alden</strong><br/><strong>Gone Fishin'</strong><br/>It had been a relatively normal day for the employees and customers of the privately owned and operated 10th Street Bank...that was until two men wearing ski masks and armed to the teeth entered through the front door. One of them gaining everyone's attention by firing his weapon directly into the bank's ceiling the other subduing the bank's guard before the guard could even draw his weapon.<br/><br/>Within seconds the gunmen  (http://www.imfdb.org/w/images/thumb/c/ca/44akm4.jpg/500px-44akm4.jpg) had total control over the interior of the bank. The customers and employees alike had been made to lay face down with their hands on their heads. One gunman guarding them while the second forced one of the bank's tellers to begin filling up a large sack with all the cash the teller stations had on hand.<br/><br/>The men didn't use names, they didn't waste any time, and they handled their weapons well. They were professionals.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>David had tried several methods of tracking down the heroes who had risen to take Starman's place. He'd attempted to guess where they'd be before they got there but that had ended in total failure. Next he'd simply gathered up every report on every sighting that he could find and tried to use them to work out a pattern, find what areas of the world were the territories of what heroes. But as he had sifted through the data no patterns had arisen. His lack of success wasn't that big of a surprise to him. He'd always been the one to figure out the puzzle, not the one to find it in the first place...that had been what Alice....<br/><br/>"Not now" he said softly to himself as he forced his mind to stop thinking of his now deceased wife almost before it even started to do so. Instead he re-focused on how frustrating it had been to try and find one of the hero's' location. It had been like hunting down bigfoot or some other mythical creature! Then again he'd never much enjoyed hunting. But fishing on the other hand, now that was something that made sense to him. And that was exactly what he was doing now, fishing.<br/><br/>As he sat in the car (http://media.motortopia.com/files/16772/vehicle/4b1d0e9a2a4a3/DSC_0221.jpg) he'd rented for this part of the job he heard the gunshots from inside the bank but even if he hadn't he'd have known what was going on considering that he was the one who had hired the two jackasses in the bank to try and rob it. He couldn't help but smile as he thought of how screwed these two wannabe bank robbers were... Even though they'd never seen David's face or even heard his real voice they had believed in his 'plan.'<br/><br/>According to the plan all they had to do was get control of the inside of the bank, get the money into the bags, and stay on schedule. Then he'd show up on time and pick them up in the getaway vehicle and they'd be gone. He'd assured them that they wouldn't have to deal with supers or even cops because he was going to block off the silent alarms. He'd also made sure they knew that if anyone got hurt it would be coming out of their cut, and he was quite sure that would keep the two from doing anything overly stupid...besides by David's estimates the cavalry should be arriving any second. Considering he'd picked a bank in an area that had never failed to have at least one of the supers show up to stop any major crimes and that he'd used a disposable cell phone to call in the robbery to the authorities about  3 minutes before it even started. Now all he had to do was wait and see who was going to show.....<br/><br/><br/>