July 21, 2012

No. 154

The girl rode her bike down the dark street. She thought she was the only one out so late.
A block away, a group of criminals watched her approach the corner and begin to turn away from them. The nervous one bolted for her before the others were ready.
“Stop!” hissed the boss. But it was too late. The girl had seen them and she was making a dash for the hero-box.
She made it just in time, smacking the large pad on the top. The box swung open, revealing a chest of four superhero costumes. The girl picked an appropriate one and threw it on.
The nervous crook didn’t have a chance. The girl raised her hand and threw fire at him. She missed, but he saw the odds were now against him and retreated.
The girl made sure he was gone, then replaced the suit in the box and continued on her way.
When the screw-up got back to his gang, the boss tore into him.
“How are we going to get one of those boxes open if we can’t get to the mark first?” the boss yelled. “There’s one on every corner, and if you keep blowing our cover, soon we’re going to have hundreds of problems to worry about.”
Another villain coughed. “Maybe we should just try to take the chips out?” he suggested, referring to the tags every criminal received when they were convicted. The tags prevented them from abusing the hero-boxes.
The boss turned to him. “And if there was a way to do that, don’t you think I would have tried it by now instead of trying to ambush weak looking kids to get access, and risking my hide when we’re caught out?” he asked, throwing a hateful glare at the nervous one.

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