[ WP ] In a world full of villains with various supernatural powers , you are a powerless cop . Yet you 've made a name for yourself for using your quick wits and situational awareness to take down everything from muggers to bank robbers . Today you 're called out on another case in progress .

“ We ’ ve got a code 211S in progress at 5th and Main. Need all units in the area to respond ” 
 
 “ Copy Dispatch, this is Badger 12. I ’ m on it. ” 
 
 “ Copy Badger 12. We ’ ll cancel that code 8. ” 
 
 Detective John Cannon arrived at the corner of 5th and Main. Down the street he could see a shootout in progress in front of the First Metropolis Science Bank, the officers on the scene pinned down behind their squad cars. John pulled his pistol, ran and took cover behind the squad cars. “ Alright boys, what do we have? ” asked John. 
 
 “ Boy are we glad to see you Detective. Professor Evil and his Doom Gang must ’ ve gotten word that FMSB was getting a Neutronium delivery today ”, one of the officers said. Detective Cannon took his hat off and raised it above the cover or the squad car; several laser blasts turned it to ash. “ What ’ s the plan Detective? Shoot it out? Call in Captain Stupendous? ” 
 
 “ No officer, I think I ’ ve got this one. Hold these. ” Detective Cannon handed his pistol and trenchcoat to the two officers and started walking toward the bank. As he approached the doors he could hear whispering from inside. 
 
 “ Should we shoot him? ” 
 
 “ I don ’ t know, who is he? ” 
 
 “ Shit, shit, shit, he ’ s opening the door ” 
 
 “ Hi guys ”, Detective Cannon said, strolling into the bank. Henchmen surrounded him from all sides, their ray-guns fixed on him. “ How ’ s it going ”, he asked, hearing his voice echo in the dead silent bank. “ The boss around? ” 
 
 After several minutes of silence, an elevator dinged. Professor Evil walked out, wheeling a cart full of neutronium. He nearly walked into Detective Cannon before he realized someone was standing in his way. “ Uhh boss, we got some company ”, one of the henchmen said. 
 
 “ Really, you couldn ’ t have said that *before* I nearly ran into it. ” 
 
 “ Hi, the name is Detective John Cannon. ” 
 
 “ Oh now that ’ s just great. Not only did you let someone in, that someone was a cop. Why didn ’ t you guys shoot him? ” 
 
 “ Uhh, we didn ’ t know who he was. I mean, he coulda been a super or some- ” 
 
 A laser blast from Professor Evil ’ s shoulder mounted ray cannon cut the henchman ’ s excuse short, as there was no longer a henchman to make excuses. “ Now, tell me *Detective*, why shouldn ’ t you taste my *Cannon*? ” Professor Evil asked, chuckling. 
 
 “ Please Professor, call me John. Now, you ’ re a smart guy right? You- ” 
 
 “ The smartest guy John. Top of my class at Doom U. ” 
 
 “... right. So a smart guy like you should see that I walked in here alone right? And more importantly unarmed. 
 
 “ My guess is stupidity or a death wish ” 
 
 “ See I ’ ve closed, oh about fifty or so cases against S-Class villains over the past ten years. Does that sound like a death wish or stupidity to you? ” 
 
 “ Sounds like you might be a super ” 
 
 “ I bet you ’ re just itching to find out aren ’ t you? Tell you what, you leave that neutronium pallet there, we ’ ll both step out to the street and duke it out. You win, you get the neutronium. ” 
 
 “ Right let ’ s go outside, alone, so I can get mobbed by SWAT team, is that your plan? ” It was. 
 “ See, here ’ s the thing Evil. I got a call for a 211S. Now I can ’ t think of any S that would be afraid of something like a SWAT team. You think General Satan is scared of a measly SWAT team? What about the Tornado Ten? The Blue Laser? Cake Man? ” 
 
 “ FINE! Let ’ s take it outside. Let ’ s find out just how super you are, you son of a bitch. ” Detective Cannon and Professor Evil walked out the front door of the bank. Detective Cannon dove to one side as Professor Evil failed to fend off the mob of SWAT team officers wrestling him to the ground. “ Fine work officers. The henchmen inside will surrender now that the professor ’ s down, ” Detective Cannon told the SWAT team, dusting himself off. An ambulance was parked over by the now smoldering cop cars. Medics were tending to the officers that had first arrived on the scene. 
 
 “ Told you guys we didn ’ t need Captain Stupendous, ” the detective said. One of the officers handed him back his trenchcoat and pistol. “ We just needed some good old fashioned police work. ” 

