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2:13 AM
Six stories high, cold gush of air burning the tip of his nose, strapped to a chair on the edge of the roof, hands tied behind his back with some kind of braided rope digging into his wrists. He feels something smooth make contact with his gloves, it's the size of a paper clip, a razor blade. If he's lucky he can get out of this without leaving a literal trail of blood. Lights flashing at his face, black circles expand in his eyes blinding him. He could make out two video cameras setup in front of him and a linebacker sized guy with an atypical army cut pointing a gun towards his forehead. The linebacker was nearby or close enough that he could smell the cheap liquor and vinegar flavored chips on him.
"…hey I got him." The smile heard in his voice. "I expect the money to be wired in soon." The linebacker crouches before him, "Now let's see who's under the—."
He had two choices, one the most obvious stay and be unmasked then be killed. Two free fall six stories off a building and let gravity kill him.
He prefers option three.
He palm strikes the gun out of his face. The gun flies out of his face, leaving the linebacker sized man shocked for two seconds. Two seconds is enough time. He brings his hands to the linebackers head and claps his hands on his ears. With equilibrium disrupted, he presses his thumb under the man's jaw into his pressure point.
The man eyes widen, bulging out of his eye sockets as he tries to pry the hands out from under his neck.
"It's faster if you relax." He presses his thumb deeper into the pressure point.
The line backer eyes roll to the back of his head, falling on his side like a pile of bricks.
"See that wasn't so hard." Cutting the ropes off his feet, he turns the cameras off, taking with him the memory card.
The sound heavy footsteps hit his ears from his side. The rooftop exit.
"Shit." He presses his finger to his right ear. "Are you there?" A dead silence fills his right ear. No response from his intercom. Any second someone's gonna burst through the door. "Mystogan are you there?" He repeats.
The door swings open, Magnolia Police officers run out holding guns. Seven officers for one guy.
"Magnolia PD, hands up." Gray Fulbuster announces as he walks through the rows of police officers. Cool as ice, he walks up the furthest, eight feet away from him. "Don't move. We have you surrounded."
He glances at the side of the building. Three squad cars are parked down stairs, but knowing the detective he wouldn't be surprised if three more cars and chopper were on their way as they speak.
"What the hell?" An officer shouts.
All the lights go out. One by one like a giant domino effect. Pitch black.
Is that Mystogan's doing?
The police officers turn on their lights, guns still pointed at him. The lights come back on, just like a power outage; lights begin blinking on and off, as if resetting themselves. All kinds of beeping sounds and ringtones begin to go off.
"Turn it off!" Gray Fullbuster order, his eyes still set on the man in front of him.
Naturally they put their hands into their pockets while keeping their eyes focused on him. Ignoring whatever call or message they receive, fingers press the cancel or ignore button on their phones.
"Fuck." One officer yanks their hands back in reflex dropping their gun in the process.
Like clockwork the others trying to silence their phone have the same reaction. Reaction?
REACTION!
Guns on the floors, officers looking between each other, others clutching their hands to their chest. Another window of time. Gray Fullbuster looks at him in horror as he clutches his hand to his chest, watching him as he runs through the officers.
Two officers are quick to react, one throws a punch he deflects it by pushing the flying fist away from him. Quickly he side the steps officer and goes behind him, elbowing the man in the ribs. The other officer is faster he throws a punch and weaves. This guy either knows how to fight by the way he's standing or he's also watched a lot of martial arts movies.
Not one to stare down a challenge he smirks, "Bring it."
The officer runs up sweeping his leg upwards. The stance, the angle, the force, the kick with his shin to his ribs.
Muay Thai. He folds towards himself. The pain, a throbbing sensation very present on his side.
The officer takes advantage of this pulls him upwards and hits him on the side of the neck, pivoting himself to throw him onto the ground.
He lands on his back and rolls out of the way before a boot hits his face. Pressing his hands behind himself he kips up, just like in those old martial movies. Something catches his attention, a BUZZING or WHIZZING kind of noise in the distance. A small light flashes on him, as small a bottle cap.
Chopper?
Officers out of shock form a barricade near the only exit out of the building. A police helicopter is most likely on the way. All escape routes compromised.
What the fuck Mystogan, where are you?
"You're outnumbered!" Fullbuster yells. "Stand down now."
I can't. I won't. I won't fail because…because failure is not an option.
A chill runs down his spine all the way to his boot covered feet, "Once you go back, know that failure is not an option." His uncle's low and hoarse voice reverberate in his head.
I won't break any more promises. Pressing a button on his bracers; retracts claw looking blades from his knuckles on his gloves. Each blade hand crafted and sharpened, with seven inches in length each, made for times like these. He only hopes that the bulletproof helmet and jacket he wears actually works.
He takes one of his "claws" out from his gloves and spins it around his finger like a pencil.
Failure is not an option.
The vigilante of Magnolia known as the Red Dragon was going to get out of here one way or another.