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<span class="mu-r">“Heads up!”</span> you called out, tossing your last remaining web bomb at Flint. Thankfully, he caught it without much difficulty. The weight of that cannon on his back was probably making him too heavy for the Vulture to hold him like that for too long.
Feeling the other Vulture’s grip slipping as well, you pivoted your body until you were flipping up in front of them. You planted your foot firmly on their face, flipped onto their back and tore their mask off. The face beneath the mask was that of a young woman, her skin pale and freckled. Her hair was a dirty blonde, and tied up into a bun. Well at least it wasn’t the granddaughter. You’d hate to have to go back on your deal on the same night that you made it.
Before she could react in time, you flipped off of her shoulders, placed a suspension matrix on her back and swung back around to beat the shit out of the other Vulture before it could go off.
Ironically, the resulting collision is what caused Flint to fall, but you were a lot less worried when you saw the web bomb erupt into a wide silky net that tangled him up in whatever was nearby at the time, suspending his momentum as a result.
You turned back to face the Vulture, hoping that, for his sake, it wasn’t the old man under all that. You tore his mask off…only to find the indignant face of a young man with wavy dark hair and a thin mustache.
<span class="mu-r">“Who the fuck are y-?”</span>
You never got to finish the sentence. Your Spider Sense was buzzing like crazy, and you had no idea what could be triggering it. You eventually found out when a fast, powerful projectile struck you in your side and sent you flying. Thankfully, your body armor soaked up most of the damage, but you wouldn’t want to take another one of those if you could help it.
Recovering from the blow in mid-air, you swung back around to snatch up Flint. Thankfully, the wound in his shoulder wasn’t too deep.
<span class="mu-g">“Uh, Benny…?”</span> Flint said, pointing behind you.
You glanced back, only to see a massive flock of Vultures headed right towards you and firing into the crowded mall with mounted guns!
Before you had a chance to curse the old man, you got a call on your burner phone.
<span class="mu-r">“Not a good time, right now!”</span> you shouted, thankful that the active suspension matrix was impeding their progress, if only a little.
<span class="mu-b">“You’re gonna want to hear this.”</span> Cat said on the other end of the line. There was a brief period of fumbling and murmuring before you heard anything else.
<span class="mu-g">“So, I’ve got some bad news for you, kid.”</span> someone said in a familiar voice. It was the old man! <span class="mu-g">“One of my guys stole my suit after the attack began, and it looks like he’s starting to figure out how to use the master control panel I built into it.”</span>
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