I march up to
my lab and strip myself of my armour, saying hello to a couple of the Rileys as
I go past them. I’m actually getting used to them being around the base much to
my surprise.
Once I changed
back into civilian clothes, I left the base, alone and unarmoured.
It feels
strange and tense walking towards a fight. Not that I hadn’t done that a few
times before, but this time is different.
I was alone,
but that wouldn’t have mattered if I have my armour or if there is only one
person to fight. I was unarmoured, but I would have been okay if I had someone
else at my back or my opponent didn’t. I had no problem fighting a group if I
had either people backing me up or the Sentinel armour.
But no, just
Daniel Griffin without his friends against a local gang. No Sentinel with the
League of Heroes to back him up.
On the other
hand, I was certain I could take them. I am as fit as I can be and I still
retain my fighting skills even without the armour. The key is that when you’re
beating up one guy, you keep an eye on his friends so they don’t get the drop
on you. All the fighting skill in the world won’t help you if that happens.
Plus if I’m
lucky, all seven won’t even be there at moment. Perhaps just three, maybe four.
Possible just two or even one if I’m extra lucky.
But Granddad
said never to rely on luck. He also said not to worry about things you can’t do
anything about and this is one of those things. Unless I back out of course.
Why are my
thoughts straying? I got three quarters of an hour left to where Janelle said
there hideout was. Better check again, I think as I pull out my phone. Janelle
downloaded their location to my phone as a custom app that will tell me their
locations as Janelle tracks their movements.
You know, I
could probably use this app for the others purpose. It would be pretty useful
for tracking people, especially I if put it on all the League communicators.
This is not my
lucky day, I think as I stare at the location of all the gangsters.
Unfortunately for me, they’re all in the same building.
Better think
of something else to occupy my thoughts. Like the trying implement magnetic
boots and gauntlets into the Sentinel.
The main
problem I’m having is not getting the boots and gauntlets to work, but getting
them to work in a manner that makes them viable in the field. Or at least to
point that the pros of having them outweigh the cons.
I either get
them working, but they’re too chucky and thick to fit to be worth having or I
get them streamline enough, but they’re too weak to work.
I ponder the
problem, but I am unable to do much other than come up with theories without
access to the lab to actually test them.
Once I’m
nearing the run down house that the so-called Marauders call home, I look up
briefly, wondering if I doing the right thing. My granddad, both of my parents
and the Bible say not to follow an “eye for eye” and instead “turn the other
cheek”, but these people hurt my little sister.
As I look at
up, I spot Sam or rather Lantern flying by on one of his patrols. I sigh. That
the problem with powers and using violence to solve what’s wrong. Too easy to
cross the line, be it quick or slow.
The League are
vigilantes, but only because we don’t obey the letter of the law. We uphold
justice and spirit of the law unlike some vigilantes who do it out of vengeance
or some other reason.
I think about
how this is going down. This is partially about vengeance, but it should also
be about justice. I will not use excessive force nor will I
cripple or maim any of the people I am about to fight.
I’m not
walking into this fight completely unprepared. I pull out a pair of seemingly
leather gloves to protect my hands when I punch. Scraped and injured knuckles
are unpleasant. While they look leather, the gloves are actually much more
durable and protective. They even have some power-boosters built in to give my
punches, well, more punch.
My trousers
and shirt both have cos-mat underneath to soften blows and blunt weaponry and
block any sharp or bladed weaponry.
As I finish
putting on the gloves, I decide I’m ready to enter the house, mentally and
physically.
I open the
door using the handle. As Janelle told me on my way via text, the Marauders
have left the front door unlocked. I hear some voices and I spot a man get up
in the room on the other side of the wall.
I walk down
the hallway, reaching the doorway of the room as the man exits. Barely old
enough to be considered a man, his hair is shaved way too short and his face
has punk look to it. He looks at me in surprise briefly before I take him down.
I knee his
crotch at the same time I punch him in the throat. He gags in pain and drops to
his knees. Before he can recover, I grab his head and slam it into the radiator
next to us. He slums as I let go of him and collapses on the floor.
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