<div style="text-align: left;"><strong>  Xavier White, 'Paladin'</strong></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee80/KaiStormwind/RP/PaladinX-009PowerSuit_zpsd92a0340.jpg)</div><em>'Sir, the car is starting to move.' </em>"I'm aware, Artemisia. And I'm on it." Paladin flew from the street in front of the bank, thrusters roaring with power, all the way around to the back where their getaway driver was trying to escape in his car. He wasn't making much headway due to High Voltage's admittedly visually  impressive electrical grappling hook, but well, super strength or endurance was not one of High Voltage's powers, so he wouldn't be able to hold on for long. Not that he would need to, with Paladin around. High Voltage was screaming for him to stop the car, a little panicky sounding, but he couldn't blame his partner; the strain on him had to be enormous and also something he wasn't used to.<br/><br/>So Paladin moved to relieve that strain. The powered suit streaked through the air until coming to a stop right in front of the car, and then both hands grabbed hold of the car's engine hood, pushing to stop it from moving forward. "You can let go now! He's not going anywhere!" Paladin shouted at his laboring partner. A pair of small shoulder mounted machine gun turrets popped out from concealed recesses in the Paladin suit and aimed themselves at the getaway driver. "You have three seconds to turn off the engine and toss the keys out the window, or I can turn you and the rest of the car into bullet-filled scrap. One..." Paladin watched the robber's face pale and he only slammed his feet harder on the accelerator...but of course, the car was going nowhere. And changing gears as the panicking bad guy was doing wouldn't help one iota. Not while the Paladin suit was holding it back. "Two..." Paladin let the turrets start whirring and making noise, as though warming up to shoot. A scare tactic, but one that worked. The frightened thug cut the engine obediently, but hesitated in removing the keys. "Thr-" And the keys were out the window in a flash. "Good. That wasn't so bad, was it?" Paladin walked over to the open driver's seat window, reached in, pulled out Mr Getaway Driver and knocked him out cold with a punch from a heavy metal arm, before dropping him to the ground where he lay in a crumpled heap.<br/><br/>"All baddies accounted for and down for the count. They'll be sleeping for a bit." Paladin looked back up at the roof where his partner was and gave him a mock salute to acknowledge his work in their simulation success. "Need a lift back down from up there?" Paladin then turned his gaze up to the control room where Recoil, their judge was. He wondered when their scores would be revealed. At least it was over. Now he could head back up to the control room and watch the others, as they had been doing with him, just that he could do so with no more worry over the simulation. What's done was done, after all. Their turn, was over.<br/>