>>5339150<span class="mu-s">“Before or after I get turned into pâté?”</span> Valjean snarks. <span class="mu-s">“No wait, don’t answer that.”</span>
<span class="mu-s">“Just shut up and tranquilize him,”</span> You huff, not amused with his comment.
<span class="mu-s">“On it.”</span> Valjean, being Valjean, has to get the last word.
Craning your head back, you see Valjean pop up from behind one of the totaled cars to aim his tranq gun in your direction.
<span class="mu-i">’Pew–’</span> The dart makes its mark. However, the only thing it does is make Ghengis stop in his tracks for a split second before charging towards you again.
“It’s going to take more than a single tranquilizer dart to take Ghengis down, honey. He loses most of his ability to feel things or reason when he uses his powers,” Jezebel purrs from your shoulders. “Oh, and don’t take this as any sort of kindness on my part. You’re still a bitch– I just don’t want to die tonight.”
You figured as much, which is why you don’t don’t dignify her words with a response. Instead, you opt to shout into your comm, “More fire, Pharos!”
<span class="mu-i">‘Pewpewpewpew–’</span> Several more darts fire from the tranq, all in rapid succession.
It’s not long before Ghengis is wobbling on his legs, dragging his feet across the asphalt to keep up with you.
Eventually, his fight against the tranquilizer becomes a losing battle, and gravity takes hold of Ghengis, the mutant falling face first onto the street.
Now unconscious, his fists shrink back to their normal size, and, aside from the torn sleeves, everything else about the man remains the same.
It kind of reminds you of the guy from the <span class="mu-i">Invincible Behemoth</span> comics in a way, if his powers were just in his fists– either that, or a weaker, less-cognizant version of Gregor (and Gregor was naturally dimwitted by-and-large).
And because you’re not a complete savage, you drag the unconscious Ghengis out of the streets and nestle him behind some bags of trash. While Ghengis likely has been part of the same cop-killing practice that every other thug you met tonight has, captivity in FutureLabs goes way beyond the scope of punishment.
Plus, with just how badly you beat up Jezebel, you doubt this group of thugs is going to get back together anytime soon.
You hear Valjean jogging up behind you, stopping right before the heap of trash and scrunching his face at both the sight and smell of it.
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