I silently pull out two batarangs laced with a small nero toxin. Only potent enough to knock someone out. With a flick of my wrist the two projectiles land themselves in the chest and the lower neck of two of the nijas. They hit the ground like a back of rocks.
As I leap out from my cover, I hurl two gas pellets into the crowd. The gas explodes into the air with a bang, and I see the dark forms covering their faces. I pull up a small elastic band around my chin that covers my open mouth, but still alows me to breathe. My nightvision lenses allow me to see, and I fly straight into the fray.
I hit the closest one in front of me in the back of the head hard, and my enforced gauntlet certainly doesn't cusion anything. He hits the ground with a thud. The others are smarter, they backpedal quickly, trying to stay out of my range.
One takes out a small automatic with a silencer, I dive sideways and roll, but I still get clipped in the leg. The impact hurts like hell but I have to keep moving so it won't tighten up. I pull out another gadget, it's simmilar to the grapple, but it's more a weapon. I pull the trigger and a batarang with a rope attached to the end fires out and wraps around the one with the gun, pining his arms to his sides. He stumbles backwards and falls.
But his actions cost me time, the others have recovered and they're pulling out their weapons. I dive behind a pile of crates as bullets pepper the ground where I was moments before.
I pull out a small flash grenade and close my eyes as I hurl it over my shoulder. The explosion is greated by the cries of those who weren't smart enough to sheild themselves.
I leap around over the crates, three of the nijas are clutching their eyes, blinded for the moment. I go for the three still standing, leaping towards them. I take a hard hit in the ribs, but my armor takes the brunt of it. Kicking out hard, I snap the knee of the one on my right, and he goes down with a howl. I block the swipe of a sword from the one my left, catching it in the spikes of my forearm gauntlet. Twisting around I snap the blade, and hurl my cape out at the one in front of me. The led tipped spikes of the end of the cape rake the face of the nija and he stumbles back with a cry.
The other one is quicker though, while his companions are incapacitated for the moment, he pulls out a knife and lunges. I get in a good punch while he leaves himself open, but his moment carries him into me. The knife blade snaps on my chest, but the blow takes the breath out of me. We tumble backwards, and I tuck my legs under him then kick out, sending him flying over my head into the crates. I turn back to the nija who's eyes were scrathched by my cape and kick him hard in the stomach, sending him flying to the ground.
I stand up slowly, wincing a bit, it feels like I'm bruised everywhere, but it's alright. At least I kept the warhead safe. It's luanching tomarrow, so I don't think anyone's going to tamper with it.
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I didn't do much today, except donate the money to Lesile, and meet Ms. Kyle in the process. Odd, Leslie never mentioned her. But I suppose it's not that important. I basically just tried to hide the fact that I feel like I'm ready to fall apart. My body is basically one big bruise, but I'm going to have to live with it, it's part of the job. No one did try anything else with the warhead. It got off successfully, but I never did find out who the nijas were working for. They were all mute. The bastards had cut their tounges out. Whatever agency they worked for was definatley a high ranking buisness.
Well, I push it out of my mind as I settle into my bed, I decided to get a few hours of rest tonight. My meditation helps catch up energy, but a body can only take so much.
Just as I lie down the phone rings....
"Perfect," I grunt to myself as I reach towards the reciever, "don't people ever call at normal hours?"
