neighborhood neighborhood
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part part five five
the game is simple: foil seven crimes in a single night. no casualties, no getaways. in exchange, i earn my first night off after six months of superhero training.
just ask me if it's worth it.
working under doc midnight is now easy chore. the old man is harsh and unforgiving. he expects nothing less than perfection, and he never stops reminding me how often i come up short.
tonight i'm gonna show him once and for all that i'm worthy of the mask.
let's go mansmash an' grab!!
just keep those eyes peeled grease-
last thing we need tonight is interference....
the night is young and i've already got my second mark.
this might go easier than i thought.
maybe.
rules engagement
part part five: five:
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the victim: mid 30s, unaccompanied female. no rings on her fingers, but that's a gucci bag. she's got bread for sure. these boys no how to pick 'em.
help please! i'm being robbed!
waitaminute- is that my real estate lady?
target 1: the grab man. no visible weapons, but likely holding a knife. for like the third time this week.
target 2: the lookout. bulge in the small of his back most likely a firearm. i'll have to keep an eye on this one.
target 3: the motivator. clearly brandishing a piece to encourage the victim into not fighting back.
i run through the battle in my mind first....
the gunman is obviously my priority target.
i'll have to move fast to hit one of the other two before they try to run.
or retaliate....
let's hope for the later. i think i feel asleep during the doc's "dodging bullets" powerpoint. nobody messes with my real estate lady!
she got me the first two months for free!!!
remember the plan dude:
evenin' kids- mind if i cut in? strike fast. strike hard.
-tha heck?! amscray like ownay!!
friggin' mask man-
count 'em down as you go along.
unnghhh...
two potato.
one potato.
no getaways. ...koff...koff... ...wheeez...
...mother...
let's goi'm on a deadline.
fo-get you sucka! no, come on- you're not running away?!
what's that gonna do for your street cred?
no exceptions. bro, your stock is dropping by the second.
time to cash out.
clicky clicky clicky clicky clicky pop pop clicky clicky clicky pop poppop pop pop click. click. pop click. click. click. click. eat me supa-freak .
ahhh, !@#$&**!!!
now.
my sentiments exactly.
the real estate lady thanks me by offering a tip on a split level condo on the east side in a rent controlled building. i take her card.
i don't bother mentioning my already glorious sub-urban accomodations. doc promised me a futon three months ago. but, i guess ikea doesn't deliver to the sewers.
i can't help but sing it to the rooftops. i know he's out there somewhere.
well, i guess that's two down, six to go.
you hear that doc?
that's two down, six to go! why am i suddenly hungry?
i hear ya, punk.
told you i would be watching.
to to be be conitnued... conitnued...