Previously; Deus Ex Machina of the Big Apple Corps had Digger and Twain held in mental paralysis, when suddenly Digger hit Deus. And now…
Deus fell to the ground, unconscious. Digger smiled. â€œNext?â€
Twain gasped as the paralysis lifted and he could move again. â€œDigger…â€
â€œSince when can you resist Deusâ€™s mind control?â€ Invictus interrupted.
Diggerâ€™s smile turned fierce and a little frightening. â€œYou donâ€™t fight your way back to Earth from Hell without developing a strong will. So can we discuss this like adults or…â€
â€œYEEEE-HAWWW!â€ came a shout from Diggerâ€™s side, followed by a loud, rapid ticking.
Digger turned and saw Twain aiming a blocky rectangular pistol toward Carpe Noctem. Thin wires ran between the pistol and her torso. â€œCarpe Taser, darlinâ€™!â€
Twain pressed a red button on the modified taser, and the ticking became a loud POP! He dropped the pistol and ran away as Carpe screamed and fell to the ground.
â€œTwo down,â€ Digger said and dodged a swing from Stickusâ€™s bat.
Caveat ran to Carpeâ€™s side as Invictus rose into the air, eyes glowing. â€œCan you two handle Digger for the half-minute it will take to subdue that tranny?â€ Invictus asked.
â€œOf course,â€ Caveat said, drawing twin pistols from holsters slung under his arms. â€œWithout his Drillers, heâ€™s nothing.â€
â€œIâ€™ll be right back,â€ Invictus said and shot off toward the end off the alley where Twain was just rounding the corner.
â€œTake your time,â€ Caveat muttered and fired both pistols at Digger.
They stuttered with a sound like a sewing machine with air brakes. Digger instinctively blocked with his Driller. He dodged to the side and noticed a dozen small needles hanging from the bandagesÂ concealing the Driller. All coated with some type of toxin, he was sure.
Out of the corner of his eye, Digger saw Stickus running toward him, bat poised. He leaped and dodged, cartwheeling in the air as he tried to avoid the darts. He knew he couldnâ€™t, though; Caveat wasnâ€™t some rent-a-cop snoozing away his afternoons in a museum. He blocked the ones aimed at his upper body, but felt soft impacts against his legs. No pain or pricking, though he wasnâ€™t sure if that was because the needles werenâ€™t penetrating or because they were anesthetic.
And then Stickus was there, swinging his bat.
Twain had been so rattled by the encounter with the Big Apple Corps that he forgot to switch outfits right away when he rounded the corner out of the alley. He remembered within a few seconds, but when he glanced back to make sure it was all clear, he saw Invictus flying after him. Twain vaulted a car and sprinted for another alley mouth, hoping for somewhere to hide and change, but there was nothing.
And then a heavy hand fell on his shoulder, and Invictusâ€™s cold voice said, â€œThereâ€™s no use running. You canâ€™t escape.â€
His grip was inhumanly strong, and his glowing eyes were terrifying, but all Twain could remember was Invictus calling him a nothing. He looked into those glowing eyes and said, â€œYou really want to let go now.â€
â€œNot going to happen.â€
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