I'm afraid Cass and I are too far away. Not too far to stop the killing of the girl but too far away to stop the killing of Countdown. I've pushed enough people over the edge to know when someone is starting to break and I worry what might happen if Babs gets her hands on Countdown. As much as I may argue that some people deserve to die I know that's not what she does or, deep down, what she wants to do.
I don't wait for Cass. She's fast, but I'm faster and I know she's right behind me. Right now ever second counts and I breath a sigh of relief when I spot Countdown, still alive with the girl.
I cloak immediately and land behind him, invisible and silent. He has the girl at gunpoint and Babs and another guy aren't attacking just yet. Don't know the other guy real well but I know a killer when I see one. Maybe he can get a shot off, put a round through Countdown's head. But, no need to risk it.
Besides, something tells me it's important to take this guy alive.
Quick as I can I reach over his shoulder and yank the gun away from the girl's head. Times like this I wish I had a Spider-Sense that could tell me if he's rigged himself with booby traps or something. I squeeze the gun until I feel it bend and then toss it aside, shoving Countdown out from the wall and over toward Babs.
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Date: 2014-04-13 04:40 am (UTC)I don't wait for Cass. She's fast, but I'm faster and I know she's right behind me. Right now ever second counts and I breath a sigh of relief when I spot Countdown, still alive with the girl.
I cloak immediately and land behind him, invisible and silent. He has the girl at gunpoint and Babs and another guy aren't attacking just yet. Don't know the other guy real well but I know a killer when I see one. Maybe he can get a shot off, put a round through Countdown's head. But, no need to risk it.
Besides, something tells me it's important to take this guy alive.
Quick as I can I reach over his shoulder and yank the gun away from the girl's head. Times like this I wish I had a Spider-Sense that could tell me if he's rigged himself with booby traps or something. I squeeze the gun until I feel it bend and then toss it aside, shoving Countdown out from the wall and over toward Babs.
I want to see what she'll do.