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<span class="mu-r">"Trust me. I'm doing you guys a favor."</span> you said. <span class="mu-r">"How about I buy you a hotdog and we call it even?"</span>
You reached into one of your belt pouches and pulled out a small money clip, before tossing it onto the hotdog vendor’s stand. He flinched as the metal clip smacked onto the cart, as if it were a bomb or something equally as dangerous.
<span class="mu-r">“That should about cover it.”</span> you said, not reacting to the wild looks that he and the cops were giving you.
The vendor nodded reluctantly at first, but then became much more enthusiastic when his brian had finally caught up to recent events. He quickly began preparing the hotdogs, and you nodded approvingly, backing away from him just in case the cops got a little trigger happy. You’re not about to be responsible for any casualties today, directly or indirectly.
Their guns still trained on you, the police barked another order at you to lay down on the ground. They were giving each other bewildered looks, and you privately congratulated yourself for keeping them off balance this entire time.
<span class="mu-r">“Tell me what you guys think of those dogs, later.”</span> you said, giving them a salute. <span class="mu-r">“I’d have one myself, but certain foods don't agree with me when I’m hanging upside down half the time.”</span>
You patted your stomach and gave the hotdog cart another longing look, before firing a webline at a nearby street lamp and pulling yourself into the air.
You could hear the shouts of the people behind and below you. Feel their bullets whizzing past your head, confident that none of them would hit you while you were moving this fast. And after only a few seconds, you were completely out of their range, and headed back towards the bank.
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By the time you made it back, you were delighted to learn that Cat had cracked the safe open, and Flint was now devoting all of his energy to transporting the money out of the vault. You could already see the dump truck that Prowler was using to carry the bulk of Flint’s sand supply.
<span class="mu-r">“Hey Prowler, I’ve taken care of things on my end.”</span> you reported.
<span class="mu-g">“Good. Because we’ve got bigger problems now.”</span> he replied.
You groaned. <span class="mu-r">“What now?”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“A supe is on his way now. Eye-witness reports say that he’s riding a ‘surfboard’ or something.”</span>
A surfboard? Like…that Silver Surfer guy? Why the fuck would he be coming down from Jupiter to stop a bank robbery?
Or maybe it was just Rocket Racer coming to crash your party. If that were the case, you would have to set him straight.
Was there anyone else that rode around on a flying surfboard that you were forgetting about? Didn’t Screwball use one too?
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