<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BMTcyODcwMDk5Ml5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMjQyNDIwNw@@._V1_UY1200_CR150,0,630,1200_AL_.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Augustus Freeman Jr. ||Icon (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309416.msg15031779#msg15031779)<br/>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Costume</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d4/Icon-3.jpg)</div></div><br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Day of the Week, Month and Day (ex: Wednesday, June 14)<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Very late evening, about 11:30PM CST<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>First Atlanta Bank<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Stopping Robbery<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>None, Mentioning: JLA<br/><br/><hr/>"This is not good. My Cousin Denny said Aunt Verna said save Big decisions till Friday or Saturday.” Marko spoke.<br/><br/>“Please, please, please don’t tell me you are basing our lives in the slammer behind some Zodiac bullshit, that yo’ Aunt is spouting? If you don’t shut up, I will poppa cap in yo’ dumbass right now!” Eddie had traversed the alarm system in First Atlanta bank. He had the plans he had the system, they had three hours of the workroom in and out and gone out of the city. He had been planning this for weeks, there were only four of them and even with Marko’s big mouth, these were those that he trusted.<br/><br/>They moved through the air ducts and inside. Then down they floated one at a time. The computer override and the acid jam would make the system think I was still closed even though the lock was deactivated. Each man crawled across the harness that was there, a few bags of money was what they too. Ten specific cases and they all climbed out.<br/><br/>Once they were outside they moved joined. The money they too were large bills that would be shifted three bags each would take care of it and the jewels and bonds would take care of the rest. Hey were down and in the minivan.  They took off down the street, once they were out of the city they gunned the engine headed for the airport. Eddie smiled big, the heist went off without a hitch. They planned it all down…except for one small hitch….the vehicle slammed into something in the middle of the road. The two in were instantly knocked out, not dead but they wouldn’t wake up too soon from the concussion.<br/><br/>Eddie was looking at the darkness as the front lights were out from the crash, his head was bleeding as was the steering wheel. He checked on Marko, who was missing a few teeth that were stuck in the dashboard.<br/><br/>“You gentlemen are under arrest, you have the right to remain silent.” The shadowy figure remained.<br/><br/>“Oh damn…its you!” Eddie pulled his gun and fired from his good hand the other had a thumb broken at an odd angle.  He dropped the gun as he needed to get them out of here. Marko was in no condition to hold a gun being as woosy as he was. Eddie had to save them, he shifted into reverse, the vehicle wouldn’t move, forward still nothing.<br/><br/>“…anything you say or do will be used against you in a court of law, you have the right to an attorney..” the figure continued.<br/><br/>“You sell out…Fuc..” Marko didn’t get to finish his sentence as the van was rocked up and down quickly bouncing his head off the ceiling and knocking him out. Augustus breathed a sigh of relief. No one was killed. He was tempted to take one of the bags, but he didn’t. It wasn’t drug money like last time, it was bank money.<br/><br/>"..do you understand these rights?  Good!"<br/><br/>He breathed and moved to the top of the van at first but he remembered that the chassis of this vehicle was awkward so he moved back to the side and lifted it like it was a toy car. He still didn’t get over how strong he really was, but his speed and his flight was his fave. He would have said being indestructible, but he rarely checked that one. 'Do you know how much willpower it took to stand in front of a damned gun and not move or flinch? The hell with that?!?’ He thought as he took off to the Atlanta PD. <<Yeah, I need to reach Seargent Washington. Yeah Tell her Icon has a delivery for her.>><br/><br/>He got to the APD and dropped the guys off, the Hispanic woman he had been used to dealing with was there. She looked him over and frowned. “Everyone still alive this time?” She said smartly, she liked to tease him about it but the man could have died even though he shot and the bullet bounced off of whomever this chocolate dude was. She was on duty or she might have fanned herself just looking at him in that red and green outfit.<br/><br/>“Yeah, they're alive. Won’t be robbing any banks anytime soon though.”  His deep baritone came through as bass as he needed to be different from his everyday voice. He had learned to project it and not squeak or break when he spoke.<br/><br/>“Anything else madame, the tape of the robbery is in the bag, per your request. Since we both know I am not coming to court. The rest of the evidence is there.” He nodded.<br/><br/>“Have a good night Dt. Washington.” He moved away from her, the last thing he needed was for her of all people to recognize him. He jumped into the night sky and was gone. He was glad his parents had a place on the outskirts of the city. He really wasn’t sure how to explain how he lived near, but he flew in a circle before heading home, he always thought he was followed. He did his best to be careful all the time. So how did he receive a letter to join some Young Justice?!? He was going to check it out cause his mom, told him too at least see what they wanted. It couldn’t hurt…it was what he was doing anyway. It would do him good to hang out with people like him. At least that was what she said.<br/><br/>He saw it as just another collection of white people, doing white people things, protecting more white people while others that were NON-white continued to suffer. So more than likely he would be the token black to fill their PC quota. He landed in his shed, showered and changed. He thought about sneaking in but he told his mom, he wouldn’t be out late tonight. It was going on 1 am. ‘Yeah going have that yellin’ wait till tomorrow, thank you.’ He looked at the clock and turned over. He was looking at the sky through the roof of his own HQ. ‘What the hell is a Happy Harbor anyway?’ Was his last conscious thought.<br/>