3rd January 2005
21:34 GMT -5
"…won't you
stop them?!"
I lean back slightly in my chair as a slightly singed Mr Logan gesticulates at me.
I shrug. "Why..? Would I?"
Somewhere in the distance there's an explosion as the
Red Guard open fire on… Something or other. From the state of Mr Logan I'm going to assume that it's the rest of the Teen Titans.
Komand'r nods, raising her eyebrows as she chews on a slice of pizza. The rest of the restaurant-goers are looking rather nervously in the direction of a plume of smoke…
"Because they're trying to
kill a guy!"
"A.. guy who took part in mengelese biological experiments and
thoroughly deserves it, yes. And.. anyway, I don't have the authority to give
Senior Lantern Abysmus orders even if I
wanted to."
"They're
wrecking the
city!"
"Then get out of their way. It's not going to take them more than a few minutes to kill him if your team don't interfere. Much less collateral damage." That doesn't seem to satisfy him. "Alright, tell you what." I
take my-.
"ERRRRRwrrrrrrrrrrrrrahhHHH."
I sigh as my ring incinerates my personal computer. That's-.
"Here." Komand'r reaches into her purse and passes me her phone. "Try not to set
it on fire as well."
I smile at her. "
Thank you, oh light of my heavens." Okay, access file and-.
Komand'r looks around in a mild panic.
"Not in public!"
"
Oh, you love it, snookums." And the file is
there. "Now, 'Beast Boy', I have the files on-"
A pillar of fire leaps into the sky a street away, and a couple of patrons throw money at their table as they sprint for the exit.
…
Looks like
we're getting excellent service this evening.
"-the whole process. If you can watch the videos all the way through without throwing up, I'll talk to Senior Lantern Abysmus about pursuing their vengeance in a way that causes less collateral damage. Does that sound reason-"
He
grabs the phone and taps the screen to play the first video. Ah, I know it well. A
splendid aid to building up enough rage to incinerate someone who was '
just following orders'.
"-able?"
"
No it
doesn't, but if all I gotta do is watch some stupid-."
I hear a very quiet sawing sound from the phone's speaker.
"-video, then I-"
He catches sight of the screen and is instantly entranced.
"-can-."
I lean forwards and
grab the phone from his hands
just before the wave of gastric juices
erupts from his mouth and splashes all over the restaurant floor. I wait for him to finish, then look over towards the counter, make eye contact with one of the servers and smile at him.
"Would you be so good as to clean that up? I'll be sure to tip appropriately."
The server I'm looking at checks his immediate surroundings in case I could possibly have been looking at anyone else, then
nods. Excellent! I pass the phone back to Komand'r, who snatches it out of my hand and checks it for vomit before checking Mr Logan's progress.
"How far did he get?"
"Vivisecting the guy with the sticking out spine. They just stuck the third hook in."
I frowns and lean forward as Mr Logan starts to pick himself up.
"Are you sure you're in the right line of work?"
"Why do you even
have that on your phone?"
"To remind me why what I do is... If not 'justice' then at least 'just-ish'."
Mr Logan looks blank while Komand'r rolls eyes and picks up another slice of pizza.
"'Just-ish'-? No, never-"
There's a
bang from just outside, and a spray of gravel and dust billows past the window.
"-mind."
Komand'r leaps into the air, fists balled and glowing purple-.
"Not inside the pizzeria,
honey-bun."
Her fist-flames gutter and she glances at me with a cringe I
nearly miss before she
regains her focus. "
Stop.
Saying things like that!"
"
Oh stop pretending, love-kitten. I
know what public displays of affection do to you." I lean forward slightly and point to my back with my right forefinger. "I've still got the burns on-."
She flies out of the pizzeria. But through the door rather than through the window. And her thighs are pressed together. Hopefully, the Red Guard outside last long enough that she works out her aggression but not so long that her arousal winds down. Keeping up with a tamaranean requires intense stamina-training, but it's well worth the effort.
I get to my feet and offer Mr Logan a hand up, which he accepts.
"It looks like the Red Guard are about to make it
justifiable self-defence. And getting between me and my hot-to-trot fiancée is something
I cannot abide."
My ring
drips red light as I stalk after Komand'r. I
suspect that this is going to hurt. My armour's back at home, and red rings are rubbish at defensive constructs. The Red Guard know that I'm nominally on their side, but their training erred very much on the 'no pulling punches' side of things. On the other hand I'm wearing a personal force field and… Heck, Grayson's no tougher than me and
he's still alive. I'll see if I can talk some sense into those algebators and then…
That's… Not a Red Guard.
It's even
less of a Red Guard after a rictus-grinning Komand'r
slams it into the ground and then shoves her burning right hand into its eyes while her left wraps around its throat, but my puzzlement causes my aura to flicker.
"Mister Logan, what is that?"
Hands on his stomach, he walks out of the restaurant behind me, taking in the scene and then looking towards the last known location of his comrades.
"I dunno dude, but I gotta go." He morphs into a bird form, flapping for all he's worth towards the most recent explosion.
Komand'r's right hand finally burns through the facial armour, so she hooks her fingers around and-
"HaaaAAAARRRH!"
-
rips it free before flying over to me, frowning at it.
"Do the Red Guard use robots?"
"They have scout automata. They don't use them in combat, though. Who was that?"
"She said she was looking for you, so I thought-."
The woman Komand'r just defaced activates some sort of thrusters in her… Armour? And staggers upright, crippled face staring at me.
"Red Lantern located. No man escapes the Manhunters."