"All right." Red Robin says. He draws several smoke bombs from his utility belt, pauses for a brief moment, then tosses them down to street level as the thugs are loading up their duffel bags to place on their bikes.
The moment the cries of confusion go up, Red Robin leaps down into their midst, his bo staff extending to catch one man in the jaw as he tries to draw a bead.
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