038 – …And Justice for None

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The police officer squirmed under my grip, but he didn’t resist. He should know not to. His feet were two stories above the ground. It probably wouldn’t kill him. Probably.

Sumeet only sniveled, still shaken by the sudden abduction. I had to repeat myself.

“You’re going to tell me everything you know, you don’t exactly have the right to remain silent, here.”

Being here, in this position? It wasn’t going to win me any favors in the public eye. Hardly relevant, now.

He opened his mouth, letting his jaw hang, gasping for breath.

In my opinion, he was being overdramatic.

I opened my hands, then closed them. He fell for an instant.

Sumeet cried out, the most he vocalized since I nabbed him. His breathing turned coarser.

“You better say something soon,” I said, my teeth grinding together, “Or next time, it’ll be a much longer fall.”

Finally, he conceded. He put his hands on my wrists, as if he could use them for further support.

“The hell you want from me?”

I had him.

“Your friend, Jeffery, was the cop that was last seen with Thomas before his disappearance. Where is he!”

He did what he could to answer clearly. Though, the fear of being dropped more than twenty feet crept into his voice.

“I don’t know! I don’t know where he is!”

“Where can I find him?”

“No one’s been able to contact him since yesterday! He’s not even at his home!”

I squinted behind my mask. I brought him in closer, lowering him just a tad. The movement should have upped his pulse even more.

“It’s, it’s the truth!”

“Give me something usable,” I said, demanding, “And do it fast, my arms are starting to get tired.”

“Okay… okay.” He was breathing out the words more than he was saying them.

I asked again, “Where the fuck did Jeffery take Thomas Thompson?”

“All, all I know is that Jeff was tapped to handle a big job by our boss as a favor to someone else. He wouldn’t say anything about it, he didn’t want to talk about it, but it was something he didn’t have a say in. They wanted him to make up for some old shit, so the boss had to give him up, but I had no idea it had to do with-”

I shook him, getting him to zip it. Couldn’t have him rambling when time was such a huge factor. Couldn’t afford to waste a second.

“Let’s keep it simple, back it up a bit. Who are you really working for? Who’s your boss?”

Sumeet’s lower lip trembled.

“Whatever you’re afraid your boss will do,” I said, “I promise I’ll deliver onto you something far more severe. Answer me.”

He coughed it up.

“D’Angelo… dammit!”

I thought the same thing, too. I didn’t know who that was.

“What does he run?” I had to ask the question in a way that didn’t completely show my ignorance. I still had all the cards in this situation, but I had no reason to tip my hand, however slight.

“He, he runs a subset of a mob from New York. An Italian family. Pushes some drugs, but mostly hires out enforcers for the big clubs. The cops that work with him… we’re just asked to keep a blind eye, whenever we can. That’s it.”

“Except that’s not it,” I said, “Jeffery was tapped to do more than that. Why is D’Angelo involving cops? Is he Solace?”

Eyes wild, Sumeet was looking in every direction. I raised him an inch higher, despite my arms already starting to ache.

Focus,” I ordered.

“Shit, I don’t know! It doesn’t sound like him, it’s not his style. But… fuck, how would I know?”

Dammit, I thought. This guy was turning out to be more useless than anything else. Why did Gomez hand him over to me?

Another route. Ask him something else.

“That ‘someone else’ then, who are they? Who gave Jeffery that job?”

He clutched my wrists, tighter.

The mask distorted my words, I yelled to make them clear. “Tell me!”

“Benny! It’s Benny!”

My heart skipped a beat.


I was right, but it didn’t make me feel any better. I felt like shit, really, especially since I knew a person who had a hand in this.

But what the hell was Benny doing? Why?

I continued my questioning. “Benny, of El Carruaje? I thought she was in jail.”

“She was supposed to be brought in, but she never ended up on a record. I wasn’t in charge of that, though, I don’t have the exact details there.”

No exact details, but the broad strokes were a start.

“Her gang, didn’t it get dissolved?” I asked.

Sumeet explained through chattering teeth. “It got split up among her second-in-command, and they’re fighting over what used to be The Chariot’s territory. Even some other crews are trying to muscle in.”

That sounds awfully similar to something I heard before, I thought. But, it didn’t seem relevant, it didn’t seem like it connected. Wouldn’t Benny want to be more concerned over that than this?

I had to squeeze every last detail I could out of this man.

“Why did Benny contact the Italians? Where is she?”

“I don’t know, that’s all I know, honest! I’m, I’m telling you the truth! Everything between D’Angelo and her, I heard through Jeffery. If you wanna know, you’d have to ask him.”

I wanted to strangle this guy, right then and there.

It felt like I was running in circles. The same questions, the same answers, over and over. Who, what, where? Why? All I got that was substantial was Benny, but that was just a confirmation, nothing more.

How was I going to find Thomas at this rate?

Thomas… No, another route.

Another circle to run.

“Then, where can I find him? D’Angelo? You have to at least know that.”

Sumeet grunted, his legs swaying. He adjusted his hold on my arms.

“Can you please just let me go?”

“Not until you tell me.”

“For fucking sake, please, my girlfriend’s gonna-”

Tell me!” I growled out the words. It probably didn’t sound very intimidating, considering my voice wasn’t deep at all, but the emotion carried.

Sumeet finally answered, sounding out of breath. “Hey, okay, I know where he’s going to be, tonight. Panorama, a club in the Eye, on West Ninth. He’s overlooking a deal, there.”

The Eye. Where the criminal and gang activity was at its most deep. That didn’t make things any easier.

“There,” Sumeet said, “I’ve told you everything I know, can you please set me down?” His eyes grew big, then he hurried out, “On the roof.”

I so wanted to do that, to let him go and move on with my night, and find Thomas, alive or not. But something still nagged at me, bothered me. So many details to consider and parse through, it was too complicated. I wasn’t sure if I was done or if I still had something to ask.

I just want someone to tell me what to do.

I stayed there, holding him.

One more. I’d ask one final question, and move on.

I recalled what Gomez told me, before he went back inside. Before he ran away.

“Who is Mister?”

I asked him that question.

He was moving, struggling before, but Sumeet went stiff at the mention. I could almost feel him go cold. It was in his eyes, too.


His eyes met mine, from behind the mask. I held him up, my arms burning, my throat almost about to.

Sumeet’s face lost all color, his grip on my wrist even stronger, knuckles white. He bit his lip, almost to the point that he might draw blood.

All from a name?

I tried again. “Who is-”

Kicking, screaming. Sumeet tried to fight me.

He started thrashing, twisting and doing what he could to get me to let go. His legs were longer than mine, so his kicks would occasionally connect, hitting me square in the chest.

“No! Let me, let me go!”

Caught by surprise, I had to make a split-second action.

My balance was more than compromised, my arms losing their hold. The only way to salvage this was to fall back, and use one hard pull to toss him over him head.

Little time to come up with anything else.

I placed a foot back, and shifted my weight to my shoulders. I let myself fall.

But Sumeet got the better of me.

He twisted in a way that brought my arms together, and he swung a foot, knocking my elbow. My strength finally gave out, and I opened my hands.

As I fell back to the roof, Sumeet plunged into the alley below him. My back hit the concrete way sooner than his did.

I could hear it from up top. Thump.

I scrambled back up to my feet, looking over the edge. My heart skipped another beat.

Sumeet was on his stomach, limbs sprawled around him. He wasn’t moving.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck.

I hopped down, bracing for the impact. There was no fire escape, here.

I landed next to him, crouching. He still hadn’t moved.

All this over a name?

Hesitant, but I put a hand on his back. I didn’t press, I just touched.

He groaned.

Still breathing, though barely. I was equal parts relieved and confused. And scared.

Who was this Mister guy that Sumeet was willing to do this? He’d rather die than explain what he was. Was this what Gomez wanted to show me? How bad things actually were? What was the point?

The point can wait, I have to get this guy to a hospital.

How was I supposed to go about this? He looked too hurt to move, but my best guess was that he needed to be on his back. Could I do that without causing any more pain?

It brought to mind my own abilities, my healing. Something I hadn’t realized I had taken for granted.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard someone in the near distance.

“That’s where I heard it! It’s him, the Bluemoon!”

I looked up. A pair. A woman, the other a cop.

The cop already had one hand on a gun, the other hand on his radio.


I was out before I heard him call it in, scaling over a fence that divided the alley. I leapt, reaching halfway up a building, I caught a foothold from a windowsill, then pushed myself up the rest of the way.

I took to another building, another roof, just to be careful. It was taller, floors higher than the others. I searched for the next available path, but I came up short. The line of buildings ended here, unless I wanted to leap across the street. At the risk of being seen again, though?

Sirens started to blare, and they weren’t distant.


I went right to putting my backpack in front of me, removing my mask and parka as I walked across the roof, to the door. I put on a hat, and tucked in my black long sleeves.

I cursed at myself.

The cop saw me, that was enough to get the word out that The Bluemoon was active, tonight. They’d be hunting me, now, much like how I was on the hunt for Thomas.

The rooftops were no longer a means for travel, not if I wanted to get to D’Angelo unannounced.

Which reminds me…

I don’t know what D’Angelo looks like.


Keeping my thoughts straight during interrogations were never my strong suit, apparently. Couldn’t search for it on my phone because, well, my phone sucked. And was it even a face I could look up? Damn. Another detour.

I approached the door. Unlocked, thankfully.

Hurrying, I descended the stairs, entering the building. I moved away some hair, some strands stuck to my face. Running and jumping around could really make a girl perspire.

I came into a hallway. Wooden doors down both long walls, a metal door at the other end. An apartment building, it looked like, and it wasn’t broken down and emptied out. The fluorescent lights above were on, and I heard signs of activity.

And they were getting louder, coming to a head at the end of the hallway, another stairwell. My exit, essentially.

The door bursted open, and police spilled forth. Body armor, riot gear. Shields.

Oh fuuuuu…

Without telling myself to, I put my head down and stuck close the the wall, an attempt to make myself smaller, less noticeable. It probably had the opposite effect, though.

“Check every hall, every floor!” one of them barked. “Put a squad on the roof!”

There was a shout of assent, followed by a flood of steps coming my way. People.


They mobilized quickly.

The only way I could be any closer to the wall was if I was paint. But, I wasn’t. Men ran past me, shoulders hitting me from just how many of them were here.

Too many, and they were going the other way. I couldn’t move.

Keep my head down, don’t move, just wait until-

A hand grabbed my arm.

My head jolted up.

A police officer, dressed in a standard uniform.

“You. You see anything?” He had to be loud to be audible over the commotion behind us.

My mind was blank. My mouth opened, my tongue dry.

“I don’t…” I said, but I trailed off. “No.”

“You don’t know?”

“Ah, I mean, I didn’t see anything.”

“What are you doing here? You live here?”

Questions, and how was I to answer?

I tried nudging my arm, but he wouldn’t give. His look was getting more harsh with every second.

Give him the truth.

“I don’t live here,” I answered, “I was looking for a friend?”

Why did I say it like that?

“I was looking for a friend,” I said, correcting myself, more flatly this time.

The officer’s look hadn’t changed, not really. His grip on me remained.

“What floor is your friend on?” he asked, “I can escort you there, personally. It’s better that you’re inside, anyway.”

If he was calling my bluffs or not, I couldn’t say for sure. I had to roll with it, either way.

“Actually, I was thinking about leaving. It’s late… and things look pretty heated at the moment.”

I looked past the officer. The hall had thinned out, but there were still some cops, here. Mostly in standard wear.

He nodded, then said, “I still think you should be seen out, can’t have you getting lost in here.”

I nodded back.

He released me, then turned, motioning to follow. Very, very, carefully, I did.

“You can call me Officer Maxwell, by the way.”

I didn’t offer a name, I just kept forward.

Act natural, they don’t suspect you. They don’t.

I had to keep telling myself that, it made the next step easier to make.

I fixed up my hair some more as we walked, trying to get more of it in my face.

We got to the other side, turning a corner to pass the stairwell. An elevator, nearby.

“You three.” Officer Maxwell pointed to three others dressed like him, standing around. “Come with me.”

“Yes sir,” one of them said, but they all approached.

Um… why?

This was starting to become… something, but I couldn’t exactly turn and go the other way. Well, I could, but then I’d be in another situation, entirely. It’d look like I was trying to avoid them.

Well, I was, but I wasn’t supposed to look that part.

We all moved to the elevator, Officer Maxwell being the one to press the button to go down. We waited for the door to open. I watched the numbers light up, one by one, creeping towards the number ten.

It took longer than I would have expected.

A ring, then the elevator opened up. We filed inside.

We took to our own spots, but I felt like I was standing out. In more ways than one.

Each cop had their own corner, Officer Maxwell in the front-right corner, by the buttons. And I stood in the middle.

It was cramped, it could probably hold one more person, but we wouldn’t be thrilled about it. There wasn’t any music in here.

Officer Maxwell pressed the button. Ground floor.

The door slid closed. Mechanics shifted, loud, and then the elevator moved. This thing was old.


“It’s a bit late to be out on a day like this,” Officer Maxwell said. “Don’t you have school tomorrow?”

You’re not in a position to question my life choices. I didn’t say that, though.

“That’s why I was going to meet my friend, and share my notes with them. They missed a few days.”

“Oh? Aren’t you a good friend.”

I blinked, hair in my eyes. I found it hard to breathe.

Please shut the fuck up.

I checked the number above the doors. Eight.


“Anything?” one of the other cops said.

“Not that I heard,” Officer Maxwell said, “They’ll say something.”

I thought he was talking to me at first.

Officer Maxwell huffed through his nose. “They’ll have to, and soon. The whole block’s been closed off, we’ll hear something.”

The whole block?

I went stiff. Good thing I wasn’t moving. I looked again.


Why were we barely moving?

This thing was so slow.

“Um, what’s going on?” I asked. I wanted to slap myself for asking, but I needed to know what the deal was, outside these four walls. How bad it was, really.

Officer Maxwell answered. “Looking for the terrorist known as ‘The Bluemoon,’ unmask them, all to stop another terrorist known as ‘Solace.’”

A cop behind me remarked, “All these names, you’d think we’re in a comic book.”

“Nope, it’s the real deal, people are dying, and they don’t come back like in the comics.”

“You read comics, sir?”

“When I was younger.”


God, just hurry it up.

“I thought the verdict was still out on The Bluemoon, didn’t he stop some robberies here and there? We just need ‘em to stop the other guy.”

The cop to my front-left asked that. Someone who gave my actions the benefit of the doubt?

“Far as I care, they’re a terrorist,” Officer Maxwell said. “Inciting riots, disrupting the peace, paving the way for another pyscho? Yeah, that’s enough terror caused to earn that label.”

A chill ran through me. I needed to get out of this elevator, no, this building. This block.

“Don’t forget downing one of our own,” another cop said. “Just now.”

Down? As in dead, or just out?

I stayed tight-lipped.

Officer Maxwell scratched the side of his chin. “I won’t forget that, and I won’t forgive it. But, it did tip us off The Bluemoon’s activities, and I was getting afraid that it wouldn’t show.”

It’s like they forgot I was here.

I was frozen solid. They had no idea The Bluemoon was under their nose, this whole time.

I looked at what floor we were on, again. Five.

Still not good enough. Still not fast enough.

“Speaking of… what was the physical description in the report, again?” a cop behind me asked.

Officer Maxwell answered. “White mask, blue jacket… a backpack.”

The cops in front of me, Officer Maxwell, their eyes fell on me. I didn’t even need eyes in the back of my head to know that the cops behind me were like that, too.

My eyes went down. No wall to stick close to, here.

But I certainly felt small.

“That’s a big backpack,” Officer Maxwell intoned. “Filled with notes, I take it?”

I put all my effort into keeping myself standing, and speaking.

“A lot of books,” I said, more softly than I wanted.

“Do you mind if I see for myself? I don’t have a kid, so I’ve been wondering what you young folk are studying, nowadays.”

I could’ve sworn they were inching closer, Officer Maxwell’s arms brushed against me when he crossed them. Every hair on my body was standing.

Couldn’t move, couldn’t back away. And the fucking elevator doors wouldn’t open, yet.


I was scared, putting it into simple terms.

“Don’t you need a warrant to search anything?” I asked. I figured the attempt was feeble, but I had to try.

“Probable cause,” Officer Maxwell said aptly.

He inched closer, close enough that I could’ve threatened harassment.

Buy time, there’s still one more floor left.

“I’m not very comfortable with you guys going through my stuff,” I said. I wanted to bring my arms up and hold onto the straps of my bag, but they were too close. “It’s a personal thing.”

“You know, normally, I’d be willing to leave it at that, especially if you lived here, except, you don’t live here, and I found you close to the roof as soon as the search party got up there. And, this is just a hunch, but I’d be willing to bet that you don’t have a single friend anywhere in this building. Tell me, is my cause not probable?”

Everything Gomez said came to me, what I saw of Sumeet was seared in my mind.

I couldn’t let myself fall into that. Let myself go with them.

“I… um…” I drew out my words, trying to come up with something to say. My heart, going a mile a minute. It might explode, soon.

Everything elevated to a high pitch.

Rather, a high ring.

A ring, and the elevator doors opened. I immediately moved to get out.

“I have to go,” I rushed out, slurring words.

Everyone else moved at once.


The cop to my front-left reached for my arm, seizing it for a moment.

But only for a moment.

I was a ball of bubbling panic before, and now that bubble was bursting.

I flipped my hand, grabbing his forearm, then spun. The cop went off his feet, and he was sent into the others. They all toppled over.

With my now free hand, I slapped the button to close the elevator door. I hopped out as the door began to shut.

Officer Maxwell was shouting at the top of his lungs, from the bottom of the pile of bodies. “Get that girl! She’s the Blue-”

The door shut before he could finish. I could hear him, but he was muffled, now.

I kicked, and the doors bent in. That’d keep them.

I spun back to face the hall, and I realized that they weren’t the ones to worry over.

It looked like a service hallway, nothing but a long corridor that led outside, but there were still obstacles in my way.

A handful of policemen – count that, nine – about half of them wearing body armor and riot gear. All facing me.

Adrenaline sprinting through my body. I kept my head down, my hat blocking my eyes, and pushed my hands into my pants pocket. I walked.

And they did, too.

“Get down!” they ordered, shouting.

I didn’t listen. I kept on.

“Put your hands on your head, and get down!” They started getting into formation, lined up, huddled together, three by three. The ones in riot gear were up in front. They started banging on their clear, polycarbonate shields with hard plastic batons.

This really is not good.

They advanced, picking up speed with every footstep. I had to return in kind.

I took my hands back out of my pocket.

The ceiling wasn’t high enough for me to get much leverage. I did what I could.

I hopped, pushing off the wall, closer to where it met the ceiling. Not to get over them all, but to land in the middle.

The first two went down easy as I landed on them.

I got up quick, taking advantage of catching them unaware.

Three were behind me, still trying to wheel around. My attention went to the ones that were still facing me.

I lunged forward, driving my hands outward. My palms pressed into two cops in the back line.

I pushed.

They flew, one landed on the floor, then slid a distance. The other hit the wall before coming back down.

Didn’t want to throw a punch, when I was so unsure of my upper limits. No one here should be unable to walk away because of a hole in their chest.

Four down, five still standing.

I drew back in, crouching, shifting my weight to focus on the next one.

In a sense, I was cornered, my front and left were blocked by the cops. Not a lot of leg room.

The last cop from the back row ran, swinging. I backed up as much as I could, pressing my arms close.

His shoulder slammed into me, and I felt myself lift off the ground, my back slammed against the wall.

But, I pulled my legs towards me, and I pushed, again.

We both fell, but he was sent towards to another cop, one with armor. The force of impact sent them both down. Hopefully, they stayed there.

But now, I was down, too, and the rest didn’t waste that chance.

They laid it out on me, kicking, thwacking with their batons. They were the ones with armor, they were the ones with weapons. They were the ones with training. Even with my powers, they knew how to keep a person down.

I held my arms against my head, but it was a futile defense. Bones fractured with every hit, then mended, then fractured again.

I could feel it. Every break, every bone coming back together.

I didn’t have an arm to swing, no leg to kick with. I had no limb that I could use to keep them away.

You have to use your whole body.

As they continued their volley, and I pulled my legs in again, trying to sit up and squat. I did what I could.

Then, I jumped. I jumped like I was crossing over a street, or getting halfway up a building.

I jumped.

They were all above me, and the force I used in my legs – tremendous force – hit all of them.

It wasn’t pretty, my limbs were thrown about, smacking into masks and plastic. The one directly above had the worst of it, the back of my neck and shoulders smacked against his face and upper body, and he flew up with me. My back hit the ceiling, breaking a light, and I promptly returned, crashing into the remaining two.

Nine… nine down.

But it wasn’t enough to keep all of them down.

Fighting myself, and the urge to rest and sleep forever, I crawled off the pile of cops, and struggled to my feet. As I rose, I gathered as many of their batons I could.

I didn’t have time to test my body and let every ache and sore get to me. Move.

I ran to the other end of the hall, the front, the entrance, my exit. Bright lights grew stronger, I could barely see. Sirens, could barely hear.

Thought so, they weren’t going to let me walk out the front door.

I placed the batons between the handles of the door. It wouldn’t hold, but it’d buy me some time.

I turned and ran again, back down the hall, hopping over the police, most of whom were stirring now.

Beside the elevator was the stairwell, I rushed in and took my backpack back out.

Not a lot of time at all to change, to put my hat back in and replace it with my costume. No time for the parka, it was too stuffed in there. I grabbed the gas mask, and zipped the bag, and then I worked putting the mask back on, taking stairs three at a time, winding up the steps.

The door to the second floor had burst open before I got to it, more of the search party coming in. As soon as my hands got free, I put one on the railing beside me and vaulted on top of it. I hopped to avoid the next set of steps, and cops, and continued upward.

I went up to the third floor, opening the door by pushing it with my shoulder.

A person flew back by the impact of the door, my strength breaking the hinges. It was something of a domino effect, others falling down as he fell into them.

A few hops took me across the hall. Others were still standing, but I shouldn’t be wasting time and energy on them.

I should be using my time and energy to get out.

My breathing was heavy, nearly grunting out every bit of air. A rush.

The nearest door, it led into an apartment.

Of course I had qualms about this, but desperate times…

I kicked the door. I felt my knee nearly give out.

But it was the door that broke, instead.

I stepped in.

Two girls were screaming on the couch as I barged into the living room, trying get my bearings of the layout of the apartment.

Where’s the window?

There. In the kitchen. Above the sink.

I ran to it.

It was dark out, but I would’ve seen a building on the other side if there was one. There wasn’t.

A street, then?

I had literally no other choice.

I ran to it.

I hopped over the sink, then crashed through the window. Shattered glass and pain came with me as I fell.

No sound escaped my lips. I was spent.

A loud, metallic bang. More pain. All-encompassing, spiking, pain.

I kept down, my hair bristling at incoming wind.


I was stopped, but I was still moving.

Shaking my head, I had to get my bearings, again.

I pushed myself up, using what little strength I had left.

On top of an eighteen-wheeler, inside a dump trailer. Moving.

The edge of the whole block, I think. The truck’s being rerouted.

Was this luck? No, luck wouldn’t have put me deep into this shit to begin with. It probably wouldn’t take the cops long to find me again, not if they would be using helicopters. I’d have to be on the move again, soon.

But this stunt did give me some time to breathe again, and pick some glass out of my arm.

This was turning out to be a wild goose chase, for everyone involved. And each step of this chase branched away from the original goal. The goal wasn’t even trying to stop Solace, now, I just wanted Thomas back. And I couldn’t even do that yet, I had to find someone else. And I couldn’t even do that because I still needed to get the cops off my trail. If that was even possible, now.


And even if I could do that…

I still had to take on yet another gang, in one of the most dangerous parts of the city, with everyone against me, in some shape or form. All on my own. I had serious doubts about how well this was going to go.

This was exactly the kind of situation I wanted to avoid, when I started this with Thomas.

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14 thoughts on “038 – …And Justice for None

  1. I feel like this is very much a “things fall apart moment” for Alexis.

    First, Bluemoon is now wanted for abduction, assault, and possibly attempted murder of a police officer depending on how this goes down. That’s bad. That’s all kinds of bad.

    Second, at least three cops have a positive visual ID on her. Maybe more depending on how good of a look the cops in the hallway got. And if the apartment had hallway cams or the cops had bodycams, her face could be on every screen in the nation before she gets home. At best she’s got a couple days before the cops who saw her face finish combing through the local high school yearbooks and find out her name.

    I just don’t see any way her status quo isn’t falling to pieces around her ears.

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      • Of course they arent. She jumped into that world literally knowing less than nothing. She has yet to actually stop and try to learn about what she is getting into. Every action she takes has led to this momemt where regardless of her intention everything is out there now. The cops will give her info to the gangs as well as putting out bulletins for her arrest. Either the gangs get her or the cops get her and giver her to the gangs, but worse is she may have just killed her family and friends thanks to her stupidity and carelessness.


    • Don”t worry, even if it does, they can just demand something else! And hey, why not take her family/friends hostage, as well?

      Now that I think about it, I wonder why there aren’t that many successful hostage-takers in superhero stories. Or maybe I’ve just been reading the wrong ones.


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