You take a deep breath and start running into the smoke, which still isn't dissipating. You could go after the woman in the jumpsuit, you know you could catch her right now, but if you did that, then the officer in the cloud of gas could die. And, well, even if they might try to arrest you later, you can't let that happen. As you run towards the smoke, you see the other officer pull, his undershirt shirt over his mouth and run into the smoke with you. As soon as you get in the smoke, you feel a numb sensation along your entire body. Your entire body feels sluggish and your eyelids suddenly feel heavy.
Shaking the feeling off, you carefully, you pick up the two officers, doing your best to make sure not to aggravate the injured cop's injuries any worse. As you pull them out, you see the first aid that's been performed on the injured one. However, she looks a deathly pale. If it wasn't for her, admittedly weak breathing, you'd think she was dead. You carefully get them both out of the smoke. As soon as you set your officer down, you look up and see the woman in the jumpsuit and gas mask has disappeared into the night. You try to see where she could've gone, but she she's gone. If you wanted to, maybe you could run her down, but you just feel so damn tired.
"Well... that was something" The officer says as he checks on the officers you pulled out of the smoke. "Thanks for getting Smith and Adams out of there."
You nod. Even if you were talking, you just feel so... tired. Your eyes are fighting to stay closed, your head is pounding, and it's taking everything you have not to pass out. It's the gas. You know it was the gas. You know you wern't this tired before. You do your best not to stumble in place as you're about to run. Maybe if you were fast, you could get a quick nap at the workshop and then drive back home.
"You wouldn't happen to know any first aid, would you?" He asks. You shake your head. "Well, the bus fleet* is gonna be here in a minute, along with some backup." Then, he gets a serious look on his face. "And I have a feeling you aren't exactly licensed... so you'd better get out of here." You turn around to take his advice. You aren't sure you can stay on your feet much longer.
"Wait!" He says. You turn around and see him reach into his pocket and fish out a blue and white business card. He hands it to you. "Look, I know you aren't exactly official, but you're good people. I won't go against the force, but if you need any help taking down I'll do what I can" You take the card. You see that it has the name "Simon Browning" on it, as well as a contact number information. As well as a stylized silhouette of a pair of handcuffs.
"Best you get out of here" Browning says. "I'll take things from here" You nod, and give Browning a thumbs up, and run like hell.
LAW CONTACT +10.
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The next day...
Your eyes slowly open as you come out of your haze. The sun is shinning through your window, and you hear the birds chirping. But you aren't at home. You look around and see that you're lying down on the couch you have in your workshop. Your armor is in a pile near the couch, at least half a dozen bullets still stuck in the torso and arms. Your shield is right beside it, with a large hole near the edge.
"How the fuck..." You mutter. Going back to last night, you try to remember how you came to end up back here. You vaguely remember taking the card from Officer Browning, and you remember running, just managing to avoid being seen by the ambulance or the backup. And you vaguely walking up to your car. But after that, nothing. Carefully, you get off of the couch, but pain shoots through your chest forcing you back down. Cursing, you lift your shirt to see if there was any damage. There are some ugly purple bruises along your chest where you were hit, as well as one on your left shoulder.
You let yourself fall back onto the couch. As much as you want to be doing something, all you want to do is to get some wine, lie down, and waste the day away. But as you contemplate never getting off of the couch again, a thought hits you like... well half a dozen bullets. "I never came home last night. I need to let Adrian and Gwen know I'm okay!"
You fumble in your pockets for your phone. You pullet out your wallet, keys, but no phone.
"Shit shit shit!" You mutter to your self as you throw the unneeded objects somewhere. "Where is my-" That's when you see your phone, lying on the concrete floor near the couch. You scramble to get it and open it. You see that Messages app is open, and you sent Adrian some texts last night"
hey Babe, Crashing at the shop. See you + Gwen 2morrow
U alright, hon?
tired. cant drive
Need me to pick u up?
no, ill be finr.
*fine.
okay. Call in the morning, alright?
no prob
cu
'night.
Is Gwen alright?
Gwen's in bed. I told her know you were at a sleepover and you'd be home tomorrow.
:lol
You close the text messaging app on your phone. At least, no matter what happened last night, you managed to let Adrian know you were alright. As you dial the phone to let him know you're still alive, you reflect on what happened last night.
[] I made it back alive. That's always a good night.
[] I saved lives and caught some of the bad guys. I'm fine with that.
[] I'm still pissed that someone still got away with the briefcase.
[] I'm going to need to work on my magic. A few more kinds of spells would really help.
[] I'm glad that the cop was willing to look the other way.
[] ...I really need to come up with a name. I've been putting it off for a while.
[] I'm angry that I'm going to need to fix my armor after this. Well... at least I'm already at my workshop.
[] I wonder if I still have those breakfast burritos in the minifridge...
[] Write in
*Bus Fleet: A police slang term for when multiple ambulances arrive at the scene.
