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Whatever I can get my hands on
 Weapon Master: standard (rank 1)
“I said, ‘SHUT THE FUCK UP,’ JERRY!” Anthony exclaims as he shoves off the barstool and grabs a beer bottle, smashing the loud mouth directly on the nose. This starts a fight between the two as Anthony begins to beat down his former friend with his bare fists. As several other people try to break up the fight between the two bikers, it only makes things worse as Anthony grabs one of the pool sticks and begins to beat the other barflies inside the bar. Another barfly tries his best by throwing out several punches, but utterly fails as Anthony deflects the punches and uses the stick to break over the side of his face. “Come on! Who else wants to fuck the guy with the pool stick in his hands?” Anthony says as he takes a defensive stance up against the bar counter. He hears a click as Anthony turns around to see a shotgun pointed at his face from the bartender.
“Get out of my bar, man!” The bartender exclaimed as he begins to sweat from his forehead. Anthony chuckles as he drops the pool stick, takes one last shot of tequila, grabs his bottle of beer, and begins to walk out of the bar with security following right behind him.
Wheels of Steel
 Vehicle: standard (rank 1)
Anthony laughs his ass off as he is escorted outside the bar with a few of the employees shoving him out the front door. As he looks back with a slight disorientation, from all of the hard liquor that he had to consume, yells out to everyone from inside the bar in anger. “YOU KNOW SOMETHING? YOU PEOPLE WERE ALWAYS ASSHOLES ANYWAY! YOU, THE HELLFIRE’S, THIS PLACE! YOU’RE ALL A BUNCH OF FUCKING ASSHOLES!!!” Anthony turns around and stumbles toward his motorcycle. “I need don’t ‘em, I don’t need Danielle, I don’t need anyone.” He proclaims to himself as the biker hops on top of his motorcycle. After taking one last swig from his beer, Anthony tosses the bottle away and begins to slowly caress the handlebars on his bike. “You’re the only thing I need, baby. You and I have been through it all and I ain’t giving you away to anyone.” Anthony’s ride is a one-of-a-kind bike with a 2032cc twin cam engine coupled to a 6 speed transmission with a chain final drive. His bike is also a custom CFL that possesses superior handling and a unique black-and-orange color scheme with two types of color that encompasses the frame, gas tank and rear fender. As Anthony fumbles through his pockets trying to look for the keys to his bike, Jerry and one of the prospects rushes out of the bar with a 9mm pistol in hand. Jerry looks for the buzzed biker as he wipes the blood from his nose and stands in front of Anthony’s bike. “What are you looking for, a rematch?” Anthony asks as he chuckles looking at his handiwork on Jerry’s face.
“Not exactly,” Jerry replied as he raises his gun and fires two shots into Anthony’s chest.
Flak Jacket
 Armor: standard (rank 1)
“Jesus Christ, Jerry! What the hell are you doing man?” The prospect exclaims as he takes several feet back from him.
As Jerry lowers the smoking barrel of his 9mm, he looks back at the prospect with a smile across his face, “Trying to make a point that you don’t mess with a member of the Hellfire MC.”
The young prospect grips the back of his hair while trying to explain the dilemma to Jerry. “But…but he was a member too!”
Jerry looks back at the prospect in anger. “Past tense, which means that don’t mean shit to anyone anymore. Besides, I--ACK!” Jerry’s speech is interrupted as Anthony comes up from behind giving his one time member a chokehold around his neck forcing him to drop his gun. As Anthony drops Jerry to the ground to pick up his gun, Jerry gasps for air as he looks up at Anthony. “Let me guess, a vest?”
Anthony rips open his shirt to reveal his flak jacket as he pulls out the bullets from his chest. “Never leave home without it.” Anthony replied as he throws the spent bullets at Jerry and points the gun at him. “Next time you wanna kill someone up close, make sure you aim for the head.”
Jerry smiles back at Anthony with an unsettling grin across his face. “I’ll remember that.” Just as Jerry finishes his reply, Anthony hears another gun click from the back of his head. “Drop the gun!” Apparently a third party has emerged as Anthony lowers his gun to the ground and raises both of his hands. Jerry gets back up and picks up his gun as they now out number Anthony three-to-one.
Kinetic Energy (Part 1)
 Concussive Weapon: standard (rank 1)
- Ranged Attack
- Area Affect
“So this is how it ends, huh?” Anthony asks as he continues to keep both of his hands over his head.
His ex-friend pulls the trigger back as he smiles back at Anthony. “You got that right.”
With a smile on Anthony’s face he replies back to Jerry, “I wasn’t talking about myself.” The perplexity on Jerry’s face becomes concerned as he hears a small sizzle coming from his gun. As Jerry places his ear next to the strange noise, his gun explodes with amazing force blowing up his hand and the right side of his face. The rest of the gunmen were speechless as they look over to Jerry’s mangled corpse and back at the biker’s face. He pulls out three darts, which he left in his jacket pocket, and throws them at the remaining gunmen. Two of the darts gave off a sizzling charge and explode as they hit one of the biker’s in the stomach and the other blowing up his gun forcing him to drop it. The explosions were like hand grenades, blowing up with immense power, after Anthony touches them with his bare hands. As Anthony looks around the destruction, that he had just created, he sees the surviving prospect standing in one place while quivering in fear after what he just saw.
As Anthony walks over to the last survivor the prospect falls backwards, onto the ground, and begins pleading with him for mercy. “Please don’t kill me, man! I was just following orders is all! I didn’t sign on to kill a former member!”
Anthony chuckles to himself as he looks at both of his hands, “It’s funny world we live in. One minute you think you’re gonna die being blown up in a meth lab and the next you not only survive the blast, but you come out being a different man. I am more than a man, but something else that is entirely different. Anything I touch becomes a ticking time bomb.” Anthony kneels over and places his hand over the frightened prospect’s face. Several seconds pass as Anthony’s grin fades with disappointment and stands back up. “Ok, so it seems I can’t blow up things that have skin on them. Come to think about it, some of the organic objects that I’ve touched lately never really blew up. I guess these powers do have their limits after all.”
Kinetic Energy (Part 2)
Concussive Weapon: superior (rank 2)
Anthony chuckles to himself as he looks at both of his hands, “It’s funny world we live in. One minute you think you’re gonna die being blown up in a meth lab and the next you not only survive the blast, but you come out being a different man. More than a man but something else entirely different. Anything I touch becomes a ticking time bomb.” Anthony kneels over and places his hand over the frightened prospect’s face. Several seconds pass as Anthony’s grin fades with disappointment and stands back up. “Ok, so it seems I can’t blow up things that have skin on them. Come to think about it, some of the organic objects that I’ve touched lately never really blew up. I guess these powers do have their limits after all.”
“Ain’t that a funny thing?” The prospect asks slowly getting back on his two feet. Anthony continues to walk over to him as the prospect raises both of his hands up to his chest. “Look Anthony, I don’t wanna die tonight. I just met this girl the other day and—” His sentence is cutoff as Anthony places his hand on his shoulder.
“I ain’t gonna kill you. Well…not tonight anyway.” Anthony replied taking his hand off of the young biker’s shoulder. “Because I need you to deliver a couple of messages to my former brothers. Tell the other Hellfire’s, and everyone one else, that I hold no particular allegiance to a specific club chapter, but I should be respected and accepted wherever I go. The second is my name; Anthony Rosenberg is dead to you people. Whenever I meet up with my brothers, I want them to call me Nomad. You think you can do that for me?” The prospect agrees to the biker’s request as the man, now calling himself Nomad, walks back to his motorcycle and starts up his ride. As Nomad is about to leave the parking lot of the bar, he slowly rides up right behind a row of cars and brushes his hand across each of the trunks. The cars begin to sizzle until blowing up with each one going off one-by-one leaving the customers inside of the bar without a way to drive home. As Nomad exits the parking lot, he looks back at more of the destruction that he is responsible for causing and smiles, “I think I’m gonna like this new gig.”
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