Enter the Larry: Part 6

“You didn’t have to do that!” The kid shouted, and tried to brush the tears from his eyes, but mostly succeeded in smearing whatever she’d sprayed on him.

By that time, Larry was within reach—just a couple steps down.

The kid muttered something, and as he pulled one hand away from his face, Larry saw that the kid had made a fist.

It wasn’t much of a punch. He swung wildly, missing by more than a foot.

Cheryl stepped backwards, moving unsteadily up the stairs, away from the punch. The high heels and mini-skirt didn’t do her any favors.

Larry grabbed the kid’s forearm from behind as the kid recovered from his swing, and then grabbed the kid’s bicep with his left hand.

“Relax, kid.”

The teen struggled, trying to pull his arm away, and when that didn’t work, let his legs go slack.

Larry didn’t fall over. He held the kid up.

“Keep pulling that kind of shit, and I’m going to let you take me down. You’ll hit the concrete, and I’m going to land on top of you. Believe me, it’s gonna hurt.”

The kid turned his head, and looked up at Larry, eyes still watering. “Fuck you.”

“Whatever, man.”

From behind Larry came a thud, followed by solid footfalls as something ran up the stairs. Larry turned to find a guy in powered armor standing a couple steps down from him. The armor looked like polished silver—he could almost see his reflection—except for the black diamond with the words “Metafight Games Security” mid-way up the armor’s chest piece.

Alexis had moved out of the aisle, and into one of the rows to let the security guy by.

“Pass him over to me,” the security guy said, holding his arms out.

Larry passed him over while the kid said, “I’m not going to forget this. Don’t think I’m going to forget this! Do you know who I am? I’m a fucking super-villain. You remember that. Remember that when I come after your ass—“

The security guy covered the kid’s mouth with his hand, quickly followed by a squirt  of quickly hardening goo from a small tube that extended out of his forearm.

Nodding to Larry, the guy said, “I needed him to shut up. Thanks, by the way.”

“You bet.”

The security guy began to turn away when Cheryl’s voice cut into the conversation. “Where were you, Tom? You’re supposed to be watching for this.”

Tom sighed. “I’m also supposed to be watching people training in the arena.”

“The people in the arena have powers or armor. I’ve got nothing.” She stood a few rows up, staring down at Tom with obvious frustration. “This isn’t the first time.”

“You did pretty well, anyway,” Tom said.

Cheryl’s jaw dropped, and he kept on talking. “Look, I’m not saying it’s okay. I’ll stay up here while you’re here. It won’t happen again.”

“It better not,” she said.

“It won’t,” he said, and walked off with the kid.

Cheryl watched him go, and then turned to Larry. “Thanks for the everything. It’s nice to know I’m not completely alone.”

Larry shrugged, “Glad to help, but it looks like you barely needed me. Your mace took most of the fight out of him.”

She smiled briefly, “You’d better hope not. You’re fighting him tomorrow.”

Larry turned to see Tom carrying the kid away. “That was Rook?”

“The one and only. Kick his ass for me, okay?”

“You bet.” He looked toward where Tom was carrying Rook through one of the arena’s exits, noticing something else. Tom’s armor’s joints were designed the same way as Armory’s.

That meant Armory wasn’t just designing suits for people who competed, he was working for Metafight Games somehow.

He turned back around, “Hey, who makes armor for your security guys?”

Cheryl raised an eyebrow. “I’m not involved in that end of the operation. Do you need something?”

“No, I just saw something interesting about the design, and if the designer’s around, I’d like to talk to him.”

Cheryl glanced toward Tom, and said, “I can ask around.”

“That’d be great,” he said.

“I’ll talk to you later then,” she said. “Right now I need to complain to my boss.”

She walked up the steps toward an exit.

Alexis cleared his throat, and said, “Let’s talk over there.” He pointed to his left. When Larry said, “Sure,” he guided them two sections over.

When they sat down, they were alone in the section.

Alexis said, “Are you here for Armory?”

Larry nodded. “It looks like he’s started selling armor to pretty much anybody. We’re going to have some problems if he starts mass producing it for supervillains. How’d you know about him?” Seeing the expression on Alexis’ face, he said, “Oh, damn.”

Alexis gave a pained look. “I’m not simply here to compete. The government of Cuba is interested in his suits.”

Larry shook his head. “This is going to get complicated.”

15 thoughts on “Enter the Larry: Part 6”

  1. Something I like about this chapter is that a lot of the time when secret agents or other mole-type people have to ask about certain information, they always have to come up with a reason for doing so. Here, with so many people wearing power armor, it’s actually a completely natural question to ask.

    Kind of like asking “How do you get such lovely skin?” at a serial killer convention.

    And a tip for beginning supervillains out there. It looks bad to talk about being one when you just got defeated by a woman with mace. A woman wielding a mace, not so much, but simple spray to the face is something to be embarrassed about.

    Now you know, and knowing is half the battle. Yooooo Cobra!

  2. Now I want to write about a badass female vigilante who carries a mace that sprays mace. Because she thinks its funny.

    I’m thinking she’ll call herself Princess.

    Hg

  3. It seems like suits grow on trees; I’m surprised we haven’t seen the police running around with them.

  4. @ Phizle

    It’s not quite THAT common, but it’s been mentioned before that the Army got a slew of leftover Rocket suits at the end of the war, and has been, if not mass producing, than at least producing them since.

    I figure there’s 2 limiting factors on the proliferation of power armor. First the expense, both of production and of maintenence. The cost of materials and technicians to keep ultra compact supersonic human shaped jetfighters in working condition have to be huge.

    Second, the training. Again, supersonic humanoid jetfighter. Nick makes it look easy, but Nick also makes mass producing tiny explosive cockroaches (by hand, iirc) and upkeeping an alien space plane look easy. It’s like saying Einstein made math look easy. Not a great baseline.

  5. Phizle/Luke: What I’ve got to say is more or less what Luke said, but with a few additions…

    One of the original Rocket’s strengths was an ability to create new materials that were lighter/stronger than the norm. Though he did use mass produced stuff on occasion, a lot of the materials surrounding them were made of things that only he had access to.

    So while he left the army with working Rocket suits and the plans for them, his own suits very quickly outstripped them in capabilities. Thus, the army, the FBI, and other federal agencies are making use of suits that are physically on par with the 1960’s era Rocket suit (but do include current electronics).

    Beyond that though, for state and local governments training and maintenance would be a huge issue (as in, expensive).

    With regards to the current story, it’s going to seem like there are piles of people with suits because suits are a big part of the Metafight Games–so much so that the section of the arena that Larry’s staying in actually is all people with different kinds of powered armor.

    Most of the contestants are still people with powers though.

    JN: There isn’t specifically one, but I’m sure powered armor is part of conventional arms treaties in the Legionverse.

    Hg/PG: I’ll have to get further in Bad Guy High then.

    Oh, and with regards to mace… It’s also a spice. It’s produced by the same plant that produces nutmeg.

    PG: With regards to secret agents… I’m sure they try to arrange covers where asking a particular question is as natural as possible. In this case, the Feds picked someone for whom his cover was barely a cover at all.

  6. While crossover combat is always fun, I never cared for the fact that that particular show is basically a popularity contest. Always cool, but some of the results don’t make sense. I’m looking at you, Batman Vs Wolverine. I am disappoint.

  7. It’s tough enough to compare any kind of fighters outside an actual fight. Deadliest Warrior had lots of flaws.

    With characters that have superpowers, it gets trickier. Like anyone versus Superman. They have to weaken him somehow or give the other guy kryptonite to give almost anyone else a shot.

    Oh well. Let’s see if Larry equips the Frog armor with some pepper spray just for Rook-ie.

  8. HG: consider your idea plagiarized for Champions Online 🙂

    As far as mass production goes, I like the way Whately Universe handles it. You have Inventors, whose stuff can be recreated by anyone with the proper equipment and instructions, then you have gadgeteers, who can create astonishing stuff whjich can’t be reproduced by others most of the time, and in some cases only work for the original creator.

  9. Hi Jim, a word too many.
    *Cheryl watched him go, and then turned to Larry. “Thanks for the everything. It’s nice to know I’m not completely alone.” *
    Should be “Thanks for everything”

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