Power Princess climbs aboard Herbie's hover-platform, and they make all deliberate speed to the bank in Hell's Kitchen, outspeeding their police escort. Along their journey, Power Princess takes the opportunity to wave at the citizens on the way, their heads craned upwards in astonishment.
As they draw close to the bank, they can see a floating sky-car hovering outside the bank's front entrance, and manned by serveral of the bank robbers, armed with automatic weapons. Others are loading the craft with canvass sacks filled with money, tying them to a transfer rope as others haul them up. The smoking hole in the front door, and the ruins of several nearby vehicles stand has testimony to the effect of the blaster-cannon mounted on the aft of the craft.
"Oh my..." commented Power Princess. She hoped that her superhuman skin would be able to withstand blasts from such a cannon - not to mention the fabric of her uniform!
"I have an idea" proposed Herbie. "Let me sneak to the rooftops opposite the craft - when I'm in position, you get their attention, and I'll disable the cannon." And if I can't disable the cannon he thought, at the very least I can disable the cannon operator...
Power Princess nods, not giving voice to her fears. She leaped to the ground to await his signal.
Herbie flew his hover-platform down a side-street, and then up to the rooftops. He hovered there a second, programming an auto-flight sequence in his conveyance, and signalled his companion.
Power Princess gulped silently, swallowing her apprehensions as she saw the signal light of her com-link go green. Running forward down the middle of the street, she made it to within gunfire range of the craft before the bandits, preoccupied with their monetary tasks, noticed her approach. She came to a stop and posed, one hand in the air, and declaimed at the top of her lungs "Stop villains! Put down..." the air around her began to fill with small-arms fire, and the higher-pitched sound of machine-gun bursts. "... your weapons!" she finished, as she watched the nose of the cannon begin to re-orient itseslf in her direction.
Over the edge of the buildings came Herbie on his craft. He leaped in mid-air as his craft swerved above the skycraft, hovering in place as he landed heavily on the cannon platform.
"Whaaaa..." supplied the Cannon Operator as Herbie lifted him bodily by his head, flinging him across the craft into a group of guards who were firing at Power Princess.
Leaving the robbers on board the escape craft to Herbie's tender care, Power Princess sprinted forward towards the men on the ground. They had stopped what they were doing to shoulder their weapons and fire, but she passed through the hail of bullets without a scratch - on her uniform (it being a highly tear-resistant kevlar/silk blend). She winced as the impact of the bullets stung, raising her hands. Twin bolts of crimson energy lanced forward from her blaster gloves, each blast dropping a foeman where they stood.
Herbie spares a glance at the control panel of the cannon, assessing which controls are necessary for its continued operation. Having made a swift assessment, he brings his powerful simian fists down with the force of a dozen sledgehammers, wrecking the controls beyond immediate repair as the robbers recover themselves. They glance at the wreckage of their control panel, meet Herbie's fierce glare, and without exception drop their weapons clattering to the deck. One of them mumbles "Bad enough to have to do time, without having to do it from a hospital bed..."
Meanwhile, Power Princess has taken to the air to get a better angle from which to subdue the last of the robbers, who has taken to his heels. He almost makes the end of the block before her energy blasts overtake him.
Almost.
New York's Finest arrive on the scene, and take possession of the felonious miscreants.
Unnoticed on the rooftop across from the crash site, a small mechanical robot finishes recording the scene and flies off in the direction of Central Park.
However, across the Avengers comlink comes an urgent message....