#shot with a knockout dart

[letthewhumpbegin]

Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom (2018)

[bandits-whump-collection]

I hear you know a lot about sedatives. Is there anything that works really quickly and is really strong, like a movie-style instant knockout drug? I have to admit, I was a little disappointed at how un-cinematic it was when I experienced being sedated myself

Unfortunately not, or at least, not to the degree you'd hope.

The slowest method is intramuscular, which are tranquilizer darts. These aren't precise, and hit muscle to slowly inject through the fibers and eventually reach blood. They take anywhere from 20 to 40 minutes, and need a counter-agent administered immediately after whatever's been done is done to ensure whatever (or whoever) was hit doesn't die to it. Sedatives are lethal, upping the strength doesn't mean they just up how fast they work, it means the risk of death by overdose is increased. So, a dart to the neck or butt wouldn't instantly send a character off to dreamland (in fact, you don't dream under sedation), and if it hits a vein or artery, that can be it for them.

The second, is intravenous sedation. This is usually used in hospitals, typically taking 15-30 minutes. Unless you're a stunning sharpshooter, you typically can't use a dart to administer this, but if your whumpee is restrained, and they're perhaps shot with a dose of paralytics before being administered this...

The third is inhalation, so that chloroform rag a whumper slapped to a whumpee's face as they struggle before falling limp for hours? Really, it would take 5 minutes (compare to the other's double digit numbers) of constant deep breathing, and only keep them under for a minute once it's removed. But, if you really want chloroform, a way you could do it is soak a fabric bag in it, and tie it over your whumpee's head, resulting in constant exposure and your whumper not having to hold a rag the entire time.

And, the quickest and most dangerous, is an injection directly into the heart. There's little research past pet euthanasia vets, which I feel speaks for itself when I say that this method is dangerous.

But, a lot of sedatives have flexible times. Some take hours, some take minutes. If you want to use a real sedative for your story, research what type it is! If you want to use a fictional one, try to base it off a real one for a certain interest to the story. I always love watching whumpees helplessly struggle as they inevitably fall asleep.

Oh, also, because I hate when people go off on a different topic and don't answer the original question itself; this is fiction, M99 is probably your ticket to insta-knocking out your character. A quarter's worth of weight can knock out a couple thousand-pounds stallion. Have fun!

[forthegothicheroine]

The race to create superheroes with fresh gimmicks crashed headlong into one spectacular dead end with the Red Bee, the crime-fighting persona of a man named Rick Raleigh...Raleigh was clever enough to invent his own "sting gun", which shot effective knockout darts. He could have simply loaded up his sting gun, stopped right there, and still made a perfectly serviceable Golden Age mystery man called the Red Bee. But for Rick Raleigh, only one thing guaranteed his crucial edge over the violent underbelly of society: the hive of trained crime-fighting bees he kept confined in the buckle of his belt- a space no bigger than a pack of ten cigarettes- until crime reared its snout. Ever eager to be set free in the cause of justice, the lead bee and chief offensive weapon in Raleigh's apian arsenal was somewhat endearingly named Michael. However, as the writer of the Red Bee's Wikipedia article cruelly notes, male bees do not sting, calling into question Michael's effectiveness in any potential struggle against armed thugs or machete-wielding Triad enforcers.

Grant Morris, Supergods

[anotherwvba]

By Blood or By Choice pt. 6

The WVBA cafeteria was buzzing with the usual chatter and clatter of trays and utensils, the aroma of various cuisines filling the air. At one corner table, Andre Sands, The Sandman, oldest son of a living legend, sat alone, too engrossed in his phone to notice. His eyes were glued to the replay of his fight against Aran Ryan from last night. He was savoring his most recent knockout victory, the moment his fist connected with Aran's jaw, sending him sprawling to the canvas in the third round. A smirk crossed his lips as he took another bite of his steak.

A couple of young trainees hesitated near his table, their trays in hand, their eyes darting between the empty seats and Sandman’s imposing figure. Before they could even muster the courage to ask if they could sit, Sandman looked up and sneered, "Y'all think you're worthy to sit at the same table as The Sandman? Y’all just pathetic. Keep it moving, amateurs."

The trainees hurried off, their faces flushed with embarrassment. Just as Sandman was about to go back to his phone, a female voice tinged with sarcasm filled the air and broke the tension, "Wow, Andre. Real classy. Dad would be so proud."

Sandman’s head snapped around, his eyes narrowing as they met those of his younger sister, Sahara, standing with a drink in her hand, bright blue pixie cut and all. "What the hell are you doing here?" he spat out.

Unfazed and without waiting on an invitation, Sahara took the seat opposite him, setting down her drink. "I saw your fight last night. Congrats on the win, big bro. Aran Ryan ain’t no joke."

Andre leaned back in his chair, rolling his eyes. "No joke?! Please, I carried that fool to the third round. Could've starched his ass in the first if I’d wanted."

Sahara chuckled, shaking her head. "That’s bullshit, Andre, and you know it. I know a hard fight when I see one and that Irish boy pushed you hard."

Annoyed, Sandman leaned back in his chair and shot back, "You done talking nonsense? Or you got something else you wanna say before you leave?"

Sahara leaned forward, her elbows on the table, locking eyes with her brother. "You know what's really nonsense? I mean downright disgraceful? You're not in the WVBA to make your name, your tryin’ to overshadow Dad's."

Sandman leaned forward and his eyes went cold. "Listen to me, little sis. I don't give a damn what you or anyone in this family thinks. I'm The Sandman, and when I'm done, when people hear that name, they gonna think of me! Not some deadbeat old man."

A slow smile spread across Sahara's face. "You ain’t dragging Dad's name through the mud, not if I can help it."

Andre's eyes narrowed. "Well, you can’t, Sahara. Leave. Now. You don't belong here."

“Oh, I think I do.” Still smiling, Sahara reached in her pocket and tossed a card on the table in front of her brother. "You'll be seeing a lot more of me, trust me."

Curious, Sandman picked it up. His eyes widened as he read it, his grip tightening on the card.

Sahara grinned and stood up, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Let me introduce myself. The name’s Razor Sharp and I just signed my WVBA contract as a fighter in the Women's Circuit. See you around, big bro." While she turned and walked away, Sandman clenched his fists, crumpling the card in his hand. He watched his little sister leave while a slow, burning anger started building inside. Sahara… no. Razor never looked back. She’d made her point, Mister Sandman’s baby girl, the daughter of Tyrell “The Razor” Sands, was here to stay.

[best-fictional-detective]

Jimmy/ Shinichi Kudou propaganda:

He’s a genuine teenage genius detective

The entire premise of his show is that he gets shrunk to his 6 year old self and continues to solve murders regularly

Given that he is tiny no one takes him seriously, so he uses another detective (childhood best friend’s dad) as a mouthpiece

Even though he constantly makes fun of the detective that he gives the glory to, he genuinely respects him and never tries to take credit for the cases he solves

He has a bunch of cool gadgets! Shoes that let him kick extra hard and fast (plus he’s already an incredible shot bc he loves soccer), a wristwatch with knockout darts in it (he uses this to solve crimes as the other detective guy so he doesn’t talk and mess things up), glasses that can follow tracking devises and are also extra-extra sturdy in case he gets shot at (which does happen, despite him being as small as a two year old), and a bow tie he can change his voice with!

He’s totally in gay love with this guy, Heiji, another genius teenage detective:

[Image description: a screencap from Detective Conan | Case Closed of Heiji Hattori. Heiji has medium brown skin, blue-green eyes, thick dark brown eyebrows, and spiky dark brown hair. He’s wearing a baseball cap backwards and raising his eyebrow at someone with a slight smile. /End description]

Listen they both have canon love interests but they’re canon to me.

Look at Conan!

[Image description: a drawing of Conan Edogawa from the cover of a volume of Detective Conan | Case Closed. Conan looks like a 6 year old child and has dark brown hair with a cowlick on the back of his head, blue eyes, and glasses. He’s sitting cross-legged on the floor and smiling up at the viewer. /End description]

[Image description: a screencap of Conan from the anime. He’s facing the viewer with a small smile. /End description]

[Image description n: a screencap of Conan from the anime. He’s wearing his usual suit and bow tie and is looking up at the viewer with a curious expression. /End description]

In conclusion: vote J- vote Ji- I can’t say it. Vote Conan. Look at his little face <3

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[badluck990]

There are Ways to Kill the Immortal

AI-less Whumptober Day 1: Drugging/Sick/Poisoned

I'm tired and will do tags in the morning,

“How many of these do we have left at this point?” Emily asked as she counted out her arrows.

“I think about 30 still, they’ve been more careful since you shut down their original operation in Riverrun.” Irene explained.

“We get it, another town, another base. Let’s just go in already.” Jamie explained, acting like she wasn’t thinking about how she should have gone home to sharpen her knife before this.

They’d been at this for about 10 years now. Irene had clones herself and like any sci-fi movie ever, they had teamed up and began traveling to take them out.

“It still feels weird splitting up is in our best interest,” Mike laughed.

“Well as long as they still got those damn corruption darts it ain’t safe to be around each other.”

“You know, except for me since a corpse can’t exactly revive herself,” Jamie remarked, beginning to walk with Mike.

“Stay safe everyone.” Irene finally called as they all parted ways.

Jamie held her dagger close as she and Mike wandered the east most hall looking for literally anything. Finding their darts would be the best outcome considering the amount of damage those bastards could cause with fucking corruption. 

The two most basic forms of magic were white purification and black corruption magic, both extremely dangerous, both the clones had dabbled in. White magic they had as a powder than a dart like the black was. They used the white as a fail-safe for their mind control work and the black essentially made beasts.

Granted finding the mind control devices and breaking those would be equally useful.

They peaked into a room they had someone from the town tied up in,

“Do you see the dart they’re loading in the gun?”

“Yeah..completely bandless…what do you think they’re trying.”

“New dart, trail 16. Subject,” The clone turned from the captive, “The bot and the halfbreed.”

Realizing they’d been heard, the two split up and ran.

Meanwhile, Emily snuck around to find the clones themselves whether for information on what their plans or to take one or two out would depend on how many were there and if she could get a good enough vantage point. No matter what, anything could be useful. She followed one of the bots to a lab room with darts & parts galore.

“Bingo.” She carefully opened the vents, readied her bow, and aimed for their weakest point. 

The stone arrowhead jammed into the neck and the bot fell to the ground sparking. Emily jumped down glancing over the darts, black band for corruption, purple for magic affecting moondust, gray for knockout serum, and…

“What the hell are blank darts for?”

“Well we can't have you finding that out can we?” Irene A Clone laughed from behind and shot Emily with a gray banded dart before she could even turn around.

In other parts of the base debated on playing it safe and hidden or trying to blend in with her mistake for information. But if her fear was recognized, she’d be interrogated for sure, granted she still had her necklace but that was only for an absolute– no other way out –emergency. She decided to wander around, trying to look like belonged there, just had to hope to find something before her enemy did. Granted it had been Mike & her’s base before all this so she did technically know where certain things were, but many things had been moved around. Plus they were doing very different things. She passed a lab room to see Emily getting knocked out.

Frick.

Not thinking she grabbed her gun hand gun & took out the clone really hoping no one was close enough to hear. Irene scooped her friend up and noticed the blank dart herself and wondered what in the multiverse they were up to this time. But never mind that, for that she did need to get Emily Safe.

Back at the entrance the four came back together. Only Irene was still carrying Emily and Jamie was on the floor, one the new darts in her arm.

“You got any ideas on what the hell these new darts are?” Irene snapped as she knelt down to take a look wondering why no one was around, unless it was a corruption dart it wasn't like them to just leave the victim on the ground.

“Poison, I saw them talking about it, but I don’t know what type, they noticed me..” Mike was pale as could be, why didn’t they run the same direction?!

“I-it’s fine, let’s just get out of here, stab Jamie in the forest and recon in a starpeak hotel.”

“No.”

“What?”

“Jamie…Jamie can’t revive from poison. We. We talked about it a while ago. We need to get back to Riverrun. Now.”

Emily woke up as they got back and was able to get an explanation while Jamie was put in bed. Mike began poison testing and she awoke just after he finished. Her head hurt, everything ached, & she felt hot. But how? She was half fire demon, she didn’t get ‘hot’.”

“Hey Jamie~”

“Fucking hell. Why does everything hurt?”

“You got darted at the base, you’ll be okay. It’s a minor poison, it should pass even without an antidote,” He lied.

She laughed slightly, “So it's basically like your damn mortal flu? If that's all, then I should pry just go home to the demon realm, so I can take care of myself better there.”

“No! I mean, we don’t know if the poison will react to the realm change, considering it's not a thing that’s ever been studied. And with you not being able to-”

“Yeah okay I get it. But still don’t worry about me. I can take care of myself.”

“Alright, alright.”

“So what are we actually working with?”

“It’s called Kyotin. The symptoms are nothing serious, as Jamie already noticed it’s meant to mimic a normal flu, but if we don’t get her help, it’s gonna kill her.”

“How long do we have?”

“About a week likely.”

“What are we gonna do?”

“Only thing we can do. Find an Antidote.”

[kopscontingent]

Sunday August 27th, 2023

Magpie vs Liverbird

Three weeks into the 2023/2024 season of the English Premier saw Newcastle FC host Liverpool FC on Tyneside. Newcastle, falling just short in their previous match against last seasons champions Manchester City, now find themselves in another top flight match against Liverpool. A potential two losses from the first three games would already put Eddie Howe's men chasing the Premier Leagues heavy weights. The Reds from Merseyside on the other hand were finding a spring in their step as they traveled to the NorthEast of England. New summer signing Alexis MacAllister's red card from their previous fixture has been withdrawn, a much added boost to Jurgen Klopp's midfield. An uplifting feeling encompassing the Scousers as the hunt for another league title commences. Will the Magpies triumph over the Liverbird at St. James Park?

A noon kick off was greeted unusually by a sunny day in the NorthEast. Both sets of fans marching towards the stadium, ready to do battle with their heroes. The black and white flags of Newcastle dancing in the wind to the tune of " Local Hero" , the red and white scarves of Liverpool bouncing in the afternoon sunshine, the stage was set. Both teams emerged from the tunnel to a sudden uproar from the 52,300 + packed into this magnificent arena. The feeling of pride and honor emanating from the players like gladiators, as they prepare to fight for the badge on their jersey.

The match began fiercely as expected. Liverpool were on the back foot early as Newcastle harnessed the energy from the "12th man". Sweden international Alexsander Isak raising alarms to the Liverpool back line as his runs from deep were not being tracked. Exploiting the space in behind would cause Virgil Van Dijk and Ibrahim Konate problems due to his sheer pace. Fifteen minutes into the match and Liverpool seemed to have weathered the first storm of many. Colombian superstar Luis Diaz was on the attacking end, slaloming through the Newcastle defense on the left hand side, getting his shot away before Nick Pope made an acrobatic save to deny Diaz. A routine pass from Mohammad Salah back to Trent Alexander-Arnold seemed harmless enough until the ball surprisingly rolled underneath the foot of Alexander-Arnold. Anthony Gordon did not need a second invitation as he reacted as quick as lighting to the loose ball. It was a race to goal which Gordon would ultimately win. Face to face with Alisson Becker, Gordon held his composure and slotted home a tidy finish into the far post sending St. James Park into ecstasy, Newcastle 1 Liverpool 0.

The sunny disposition around Tyneside soon grew darker as the clouds had begun to roll in and Liverpool was about to be caught in the rain. Things went from bad to worse as Liverpool's captain Van Dijk made a last ditch tackle to strip the ball away from the on rushing Isak. A tackle that was fair enough to the naked eye was now being reviewed by VAR. Referee John Brooks was quick to rush back and reach for his back pocket, red card. Van Dijk in disbelief, Klopp furious while the fifty odd thousand home fans greeted the red card as a match winner. Thirty minutes played, a goal behind and now a man down. The ten men of Liverpool found themselves to be fighting an uphill battle for the second week in a row. Joe Gomez came in to replace Diaz as Gomez slotted into the captains vacant spot. Halftime couldn't come fast enough for the Merseysiders.

The second half couldn't come faster for the Magpies, as Howe's men smelled blood in the water. Substitutions were made as Diogo Jota and Harvey Elliot came on for Cody Gakpo and Wataru Endo respectfully. A more balanced midfield would give the Reds enough to stay in this fight and take it to 12 rounds while Newcastle wanted a knockout blow. Miguel Almiron turned Mac Allister inside out as the flamboyant Paraguayan darted towards the Liverpool goal. His mazy run created a half yard of space on the right side of the penalty area allowing him to produce his trademark shot. Liverpool fans high up in the away end collectively held their breathes as they saw Almirons shot deflect off the post. Just under fifteen minutes to go in normal time saw the final roll of the dice from Jurgen Klopp as Darwin Nunez came in for Mac Allister. The Uruguayan striker had a difficult start in his first season as a Red where Nunez scored 17 goals in 46 appearances in all competitions. Nonetheless, Liverpool's number nine was greeted with roars of " Nunez! Nunez! Nunez!" as he stepped onto the field.

With 10 minutes to go, a tidy string of passes from Salah to Jota found the Portuguese international in some space. The in-to-out bending run from Nunez was inviting for Jota to slip the ball inbetween the Newcastle lines. Through all the bad luck Liverpool had encountered during this clash, their luck was about to change. A defensive error from a sure footed Sven Botman allowed the ball to squirm past him into the path of the Uruguayan. Without the slightest bit of hesitation, Nunez took a delicate first touch into space followed by a second to smash the ball into the far corner of Popes goal. Newcastle 1 Liverpool 1 . A split second of silence was all that was heard until an eruption of cheers from the Leazes away end. An encore of "Nunez! Nunez! Nunez!" was heard cascading down from the away section. Suddenly Liverpool had another spring in their step but Newcastle were not to be undone. A draw at home against a 10 men side would feel like utter defeat. Blow after blow from Howe's men was pushing the Reds against the ropes. With each punch the Magpie tried to land, the Liverbird parried. Both teams seemed to accept the result as a draw following the final five minutes of the match. However a careless pass from Bruno Guimaraes in midfield found the chest of Harvey Elliot which then ricocheted to Salah. An almost carbon copy run from Nunez once again opened up space for a ball to pierce the Newcastle backline. Threading the needle with such precision led to Nunez finding himself unmarked with Pope at his mercy. Nunez fired home a second goal to give Liverpool a 2-1 lead. Newcastle fans shell shocked, the Red army louder than ever as they know this match is all but finished. The emotion on the Uruguayans face palpable. Could this be the result he needed to kickstart his season? The final whistle was greeted by an emphatic roar from the away end. Jurgen Klopp did not miss the opportunity to acknowledge the loyal fans as his trademark fist bumps were received by a chorus of "Yes! Yes! Yes!", the sound of a triumphant victory.

Full time at St. James park sees Liverpool FC take home a massive three points towards their pursuit of another league title. Darwin Nunez the hero as the substitute came off the bench to fire home two goals for his side. Jurgen Klopp will be delighted with the result going into their final fixture against Aston Villa before the international break. Eddie Howe's men would seem to feel unlucky they couldn't put this game to bed when they had the chance. A tricky away game to Brighton and Hove Albion will yet again prove to be a difficult fixture before heading into the break.

[laocommunity]

Unstoppable Nnadi Takes Flight as Flying Eagles Triumph Over Argentina – Score Nigeria

Unstoppable Nnadi Takes Flight as Flying Eagles Triumph Over Argentina – Score Nigeria Unstoppable Nnadi Takes Flight as Flying Eagles Triumph Over Argentina – Score Nigeria The Nigerian under-20 football team, the Flying Eagles, emerged victorious in their clash against Argentina on Tuesday. The match, which was part of the ongoing FIFA U-20 World Cup in Poland, saw Nigeria score two goals while Argentina could only manage one. The hero of the match for the Flying Eagles was midfielder Maxwell Effiom Nnadi. With his darting runs and incisive passes, Nnadi was a constant thorn in the side of the Argentinian defense. His efforts earned him a well-deserved man of the match award. Nnadi's first contribution to the match came in the 30th minute when he provided the assist for Nigeria's first goal. The 18-year-old picked up the ball just outside the Argentina penalty area and went on a mazy run, leaving several defenders in his wake. His low cross found the waiting feet of Tom Dele-Bashiru, who calmly slotted it past the goalkeeper. However, Argentina equalized soon afterwards when a corner kick was headed in by pacy striker Adolfo Gaich. The match was finely balanced at 1-1 going into the break. The second half saw Nigeria take the initiative and start to dominate proceedings. With Nnadi pulling the strings in midfield and flying winger Kingsley Michael causing all sorts of problems for the opposition, it was only a matter of time before the Flying Eagles got their second goal. And it was Nnadi who provided the moment of magic. In the 68th minute, he received the ball just inside his own half and immediately made a beeline for the Argentinian penalty area. With his quick feet and close control, he evaded several challenges before unleashing a powerful shot that rocketed into the top corner of the net. It was a truly breathtaking goal from the youngster. Argentina tried to mount a late comeback, but Nigeria held on to secure a hard-fought victory and progress to the knockout stages of the tournament. The win was a significant one for the Flying Eagles, who have been tipped as one of the dark horses of the tournament. They now have six points from their two matches and are well-placed to top their group. With Nnadi in such scintillating form, they will be a force to be reckoned with in the knockout stages. Conclusion The Flying Eagles' triumph over Argentina was a real moment of pride for Nigerian football. The team showed great determination and skill to come out on top against a strong opposition. And in Maxwell Effiom Nnadi, they have a player who could well go on to become a superstar of the future. As the FIFA U-20 World Cup continues to unfold, all eyes will be on the Flying Eagles and their talented midfielder. #NEWS Read the full article

[daring-detective]

💭 + his gear

𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 : 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐋𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄

mask :

his mask contains an electronic transmitter / receiver , a communications link that connects to his personal cell phone , the batcave , and various other places ; as well as green ‘ night lenses ’ which magnify the available light five thousand times , thermal / heat sensors , and a self-destruct feature when removed incorrectly . it can also perform chemical analysis of crime scenes when used with a syringe in his glove . he keeps a spare hidden in the lining of his suit , and it attaches via use of ‘ spirit gum ’ .

gauntlets :

there are multiple small compartments hidden around his gloves meant for his various equipment , such as : lock-picks , a knife , wing-dings ( modified mini-batarangs — can work as throwing discs and knives ) , hand-held 100,000-volt taser , electrified glove , smoke pellets , knockout gas , flashing grenades , wrist darts , sonic grenades , and jump lines ( automatic and manual ) .

other items he carries are a portable laser , bolas , traditional explosives for strategic destruction , gps , portable computer , binoculars , audio surveillance equipment , sticky cameras , tracing devices , and night vision goggles .

suit :

his suit is made of a nomex fire-resistant , triple-weave kevlar-lined material ; it is tailored specifically for dick and his crime-fighting style — it is lightweight and flexible , providing complete mobility as well as necessary protection against various weaponry . it is light-sensitive , growing darker , or lighter , depending on the lighting in his environment for easier blending . it is temperature regulated , bulletproof , knife-proof , and electrically insulated . it comes with many gadgets built-in , including : comm transmitter , defibrillator and medical sensors , one-shot 150,000-volt suit taser ( works on command and as a defense system when removed from his body ) , and even a self-destruct feature .

boots :

his boots , like his gauntlets , also carry more of his equipment due to the multiple compartments per boot . located here are flares , a flashlight , a rebreather , gas mask , spare portable computer , spare wing-dings , zip-ties / handcuffs , first aid kit , and other pieces of equipment depending on his needs .

sometimes , dick carries specialized gear for missions , such as a cell phone tracking jammer , signal watch , an electric stun rifle , suction cup climbing gear , etc . , etc .

it’d be an oversight on my part to forget his iconic twin escrima sticks , which are made of a shatterproof polymer ; they release short bursts of electricity like a taser , come with a grapple hook , and can be connected into a staff — as well as many other things . the gauntlet and escrima built-in grappling hook fires a near unbreakable promethium hook and cable , the cable launcher can also be used as a taser by replacing the hook .

when dick is flying solo and has no means of transportation via super-friends or bat-jet , he uses a variety of machinery including ; a boat , motorcycles ( wingcycle ) , a motorized glider , or his car , the nightbird — all of which he’s either built himself , or modified to his liking .

the nightbird : nightwing’s pride and joy .

the vehicle includes many of the same hi-tech extras as the batmobile , in addition to a wayne tech-modified 6,064 cc engine ( 627 bhp at 7,400 rpm ) . many characters have commented that it just looks like a rusted piece of junk due to it’s usual street camouflage , a ‘ muscle car ’ body shell — which is exactly what dick was going for . it has chassis locking clamps for multiple other interchangeable , carbon-fiber over aluminum endoskeleton body shell ‘ disguises ’ ( taxi , station wagon , police cruiser , delivery truck , etc . )

the tires are puncture resistant , the shells are bulletproof , meant to withstand anything up to a 50 cal bullet and absorb the impact as to not ricochet bullets towards innocent bystanders ; each shell is also fire-resistant , and comes with protective windows / windshields that can switch from see-through to opaque for privacy . the car is connected to the batcave and oracle’s systems , and has multiple self-defense features in place , and an auto-pilot .

[letthewhumpbegin]

Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom (2018)