10-23-2017, 02:14 PM
Matthew said a lot of things that stumped Stein. Made from someone else's DNA? Sounded like that one mad scientist from his world... In any case, it seemed the man was in something of a funk. On top of that, the hierarchy of crime he believed the thugs to be involved with was also a little presumptive.
"I doubt they're part of a bigger syndicate." He did help grab one of the men, but he did so by the wounded leg. As he tugged, the thug yelped and moved with him, greately reducing his effort needed. "Reason A; he was doing the dealing as head honcho... If he was employed by a crime boss, he'd be dead by now. Reason B; squatters don't scream big time crime lord... Reason C; I think they were making it here, meaning there's probably not a very long chain of production to sales - we probably snuffed the whole process one go." Sass aside, he seemed to be pretty logical when it came down to brass tax.
Matthew revealed a bit about himself, so... maybe he was looking for reciprication, a bonding moment - Stein wasn't quite sure. Still... "I've been doing this a while, and when I started out it was with low-level crime like this. We can't all start out stopping world-wide disasters." He chuckled a bit. Once at the door, he rolled the man out onto the stoop and dusted his hands, as if that was some heavy labor. "I'm pretty sure these guys were trying to make a name for themselves... thus why they chose a mansion. Presentation, you know? Stroke the ego and all that jazz."
The Hero leaned upon the door frame, arms crossed. About this time another bullet is ejected from his hide, dropping to the floor. It was clear Stein had a healing factor. Already some of his bruises were beginning to lighten. By this time tomorrow, he might just be covered with a number of scars where today he had what should be critical wounds. "What do you think? I'm open to counter arguments."
"I doubt they're part of a bigger syndicate." He did help grab one of the men, but he did so by the wounded leg. As he tugged, the thug yelped and moved with him, greately reducing his effort needed. "Reason A; he was doing the dealing as head honcho... If he was employed by a crime boss, he'd be dead by now. Reason B; squatters don't scream big time crime lord... Reason C; I think they were making it here, meaning there's probably not a very long chain of production to sales - we probably snuffed the whole process one go." Sass aside, he seemed to be pretty logical when it came down to brass tax.
Matthew revealed a bit about himself, so... maybe he was looking for reciprication, a bonding moment - Stein wasn't quite sure. Still... "I've been doing this a while, and when I started out it was with low-level crime like this. We can't all start out stopping world-wide disasters." He chuckled a bit. Once at the door, he rolled the man out onto the stoop and dusted his hands, as if that was some heavy labor. "I'm pretty sure these guys were trying to make a name for themselves... thus why they chose a mansion. Presentation, you know? Stroke the ego and all that jazz."
The Hero leaned upon the door frame, arms crossed. About this time another bullet is ejected from his hide, dropping to the floor. It was clear Stein had a healing factor. Already some of his bruises were beginning to lighten. By this time tomorrow, he might just be covered with a number of scars where today he had what should be critical wounds. "What do you think? I'm open to counter arguments."