CHAPTER 8
Helena snuck inside the building and made her towards where the office was. One of the body guards would have to show up sooner or later. It was like walking through a hotel, with many doors on both sides of the hallway and other hallways. She was walking past a door when she heard the door handle twist. Helena dash a few feet and turned the corner into another hallway. She peeked around the corner to see one of Mr. Power's many body guards walking in her direction. This was the perfect opportunity to infiltrate Mr. Power's staff, and she was not about to miss it. She leaned her back up against the wall and looked over her right shoulder.
The second she saw his shadow, she formed a fist with her right hand and swung it upward, punching him in the face. He fell backwards, out cold. Helena grabbed the unconscious body guard and dragged him around the corner. She dragged him to a closet. She opened the closet door and stuffed him inside, and closed the door. "That should do it," Helena said as she concentrated on morphing. It was starting to become easier to morph every time she tried it. It was almost becoming second nature to her, and she was beginning to enjoy it.
"Phil, stop screwing around!" Another one of Mr. Power's men tapped her on the shoulder. "We're getting ready to go. Let's go, man."
"Uh, sorry." Helena replied. Helena followed him into an elevator. He pushed the first floor button and their they waited as it counted down starting from ten. She was grateful that the other guy didn't say anything. All he did was look straight, being professional as always. The elevator finally stopped at the first floor and the door slid open. Helena walking along side with the other goon and the next thing she knew, they had walking into a flowing traffic of goons all following Mr. Powers and they followed along with the flow.
The walked outside and down a few wooden. The driver of the limousine opened the door for Mr. Powers. As soon as he reached the door, he turned around. "Okay, I want you, you, you, and you with me!" He pointed to four of his men, one of them just happened to be Helena. "The rest of you, split up to separate limousines."
"Man, is this man insecure," Helena thought to herself as she followed the three other goons who followed Mr. Powers into the Limousine. After everything was settled, three limousines were on the road. During the whole trip, Helena listened to Frank Powers scream at someone over his cell phone. She was really beginning to hate the sound of his voice. It was taking her every ounce of her fiber not to kick his ass right there and then.
The trip was about fifteen minutes before they arrived to a warehouse just on the outskirts of Gotham, in the middle of nowhere. The driver got out of the car and opened the door for Mr. Powers. He was first to step out of the limo followed by everyone else. "You three come with me. You, stay here with the other men and guard the cars." Mr. Powers ordered Helena. Mr. Powers along with the three goons walked towards the entrance as the dozen other goons got out of their limo's.
Helena watched as Mr. Powers and the three goons entered the building and was no longer in the sight. "Barbra, we're here. I'm at their hideout. Contact Reese and have him come right here with the police. I'm going to clear this murder charge from over my head right now."
"I'll do it right now," Barbra replied.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some major ass kicking to do."
"Who are you talking to Phil?" One of the goons asked, walking up to Helena.
"Your jailer," Helena replied as she punched him in the cut. She grabbed him by the suit and swung him, head first into the car."
The other goons were alerted by her sudden attack and began to reach for their guns. It was time for Helena to regain her swiftness and agility so she morphed back into her normal body. She leaped high above everyone's heads and landed in the middle of the group. The men were momentarily at a loss about what to do. They could not use their guns without risking hitting one of their comrades. Helena took advantage began taking them out. She high kicked one goon across the face, sending him doing a back flip before crashing onto the ground on his stomach.
One of the goons took a swing at her, but she caught his arm and twisted it. She raised up her left leg and kicked him across the back of his neck. Another goon snuck up behind her and grabbed her by the throat. With the heel of her high heel boots, she stomped back at his ankle. The thug yelped in agony, loosing his grip on her throat. She jumped up and spun around in mid air, swinging her right foot with her, kicking him across the face as she spun around. The impact of her kick sent him spinning in mid air and then crashing to the ground.
Two more goons ran at her. Perfectly timing and executing it, She rolled forward unto her hands and just as her legs were on the way back down, each of the two goons ran into the flat of her feet, causing them to drop violently onto their backs.
The six remaining goons began to unite and get closer to each other as they pulled out their guns. Now, that none of them were in the way, they could use their guns. Helena leaped as they began to open fire at her. She landed on the roof of one of the limousines and then leaped behind it to cover herself from the bullets. She pulled off one of the hub caps from the limo. She crawled until she was at a place where the roof would not be in her way. She jumped to her feet and threw the hub cap like a Frisbee. It hit one of the thugs across the forehead, rendering him unconscious. She knelt back down and moved back so the roof could provide more cover. She glanced up through the windows to see the shadow of the five remaining goon approaching the car.
She leaped onto the roof of the car and virtually bounced off it to land among the remaining goons. This scattered them a few feet, most of them stumbling backwards. The one closest to her right had just fought to remain standing and had just won. With her right leg, she swept him off his feet. The one on her left had regained control of the gun in his hand and was preparing to aim it at her. Before he could have the chance, Helena kicked the gun out of his hand. She lowered her leg back to the ground and spun quickly as she stretched out her right arm, which ended up crashing across his face. He collapsed as spit flew from his mouth, onto his stomach.
One of the remaining goons tried to charge her from behind, but Reached over her shoulder, grabbed his arm, and used the g-force of his running to throw him over her shoulder. Another goon tried to take advantage of her being distracted by taking care of one his comrades and grabbed her by the shoulder and swung her around to punch her square in the face, but as she was brought around, it was her fist that made contact with his face.
That left one more goon, and Helena looked around to see where he was but couldn't see him anywhere. It took her a second, but she saw him running for the building. She pulled out a bird-a-rang she had hidden away and threw it. She knew that a bird-a-rang would go farther than throwing the hub cap of a car. Again she threw with dead on accuracy as the bird-a-rang hit him in the back of his neck.
Helena noticed someone had come out of the building and was making their way there. All around Helena there goons laid out unconscious or struggling to come to their senses. She tried to morph back into her disguise, but couldn't. The formula had to have worn off.
She reached into her pocket and pulled out the syringe that she had brought with her just in case this had happened. She was ready to inject the pinkish liquid into herself until she remembered the discussion she had earlier with Barbara. The only way to beat Raven was to outsmart her. The goon closest to her was getting up to his feet which would work perfectly to her plan.
Helena snuck inside the building and made her towards where the office was. One of the body guards would have to show up sooner or later. It was like walking through a hotel, with many doors on both sides of the hallway and other hallways. She was walking past a door when she heard the door handle twist. Helena dash a few feet and turned the corner into another hallway. She peeked around the corner to see one of Mr. Power's many body guards walking in her direction. This was the perfect opportunity to infiltrate Mr. Power's staff, and she was not about to miss it. She leaned her back up against the wall and looked over her right shoulder.
The second she saw his shadow, she formed a fist with her right hand and swung it upward, punching him in the face. He fell backwards, out cold. Helena grabbed the unconscious body guard and dragged him around the corner. She dragged him to a closet. She opened the closet door and stuffed him inside, and closed the door. "That should do it," Helena said as she concentrated on morphing. It was starting to become easier to morph every time she tried it. It was almost becoming second nature to her, and she was beginning to enjoy it.
"Phil, stop screwing around!" Another one of Mr. Power's men tapped her on the shoulder. "We're getting ready to go. Let's go, man."
"Uh, sorry." Helena replied. Helena followed him into an elevator. He pushed the first floor button and their they waited as it counted down starting from ten. She was grateful that the other guy didn't say anything. All he did was look straight, being professional as always. The elevator finally stopped at the first floor and the door slid open. Helena walking along side with the other goon and the next thing she knew, they had walking into a flowing traffic of goons all following Mr. Powers and they followed along with the flow.
The walked outside and down a few wooden. The driver of the limousine opened the door for Mr. Powers. As soon as he reached the door, he turned around. "Okay, I want you, you, you, and you with me!" He pointed to four of his men, one of them just happened to be Helena. "The rest of you, split up to separate limousines."
"Man, is this man insecure," Helena thought to herself as she followed the three other goons who followed Mr. Powers into the Limousine. After everything was settled, three limousines were on the road. During the whole trip, Helena listened to Frank Powers scream at someone over his cell phone. She was really beginning to hate the sound of his voice. It was taking her every ounce of her fiber not to kick his ass right there and then.
The trip was about fifteen minutes before they arrived to a warehouse just on the outskirts of Gotham, in the middle of nowhere. The driver got out of the car and opened the door for Mr. Powers. He was first to step out of the limo followed by everyone else. "You three come with me. You, stay here with the other men and guard the cars." Mr. Powers ordered Helena. Mr. Powers along with the three goons walked towards the entrance as the dozen other goons got out of their limo's.
Helena watched as Mr. Powers and the three goons entered the building and was no longer in the sight. "Barbra, we're here. I'm at their hideout. Contact Reese and have him come right here with the police. I'm going to clear this murder charge from over my head right now."
"I'll do it right now," Barbra replied.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some major ass kicking to do."
"Who are you talking to Phil?" One of the goons asked, walking up to Helena.
"Your jailer," Helena replied as she punched him in the cut. She grabbed him by the suit and swung him, head first into the car."
The other goons were alerted by her sudden attack and began to reach for their guns. It was time for Helena to regain her swiftness and agility so she morphed back into her normal body. She leaped high above everyone's heads and landed in the middle of the group. The men were momentarily at a loss about what to do. They could not use their guns without risking hitting one of their comrades. Helena took advantage began taking them out. She high kicked one goon across the face, sending him doing a back flip before crashing onto the ground on his stomach.
One of the goons took a swing at her, but she caught his arm and twisted it. She raised up her left leg and kicked him across the back of his neck. Another goon snuck up behind her and grabbed her by the throat. With the heel of her high heel boots, she stomped back at his ankle. The thug yelped in agony, loosing his grip on her throat. She jumped up and spun around in mid air, swinging her right foot with her, kicking him across the face as she spun around. The impact of her kick sent him spinning in mid air and then crashing to the ground.
Two more goons ran at her. Perfectly timing and executing it, She rolled forward unto her hands and just as her legs were on the way back down, each of the two goons ran into the flat of her feet, causing them to drop violently onto their backs.
The six remaining goons began to unite and get closer to each other as they pulled out their guns. Now, that none of them were in the way, they could use their guns. Helena leaped as they began to open fire at her. She landed on the roof of one of the limousines and then leaped behind it to cover herself from the bullets. She pulled off one of the hub caps from the limo. She crawled until she was at a place where the roof would not be in her way. She jumped to her feet and threw the hub cap like a Frisbee. It hit one of the thugs across the forehead, rendering him unconscious. She knelt back down and moved back so the roof could provide more cover. She glanced up through the windows to see the shadow of the five remaining goon approaching the car.
She leaped onto the roof of the car and virtually bounced off it to land among the remaining goons. This scattered them a few feet, most of them stumbling backwards. The one closest to her right had just fought to remain standing and had just won. With her right leg, she swept him off his feet. The one on her left had regained control of the gun in his hand and was preparing to aim it at her. Before he could have the chance, Helena kicked the gun out of his hand. She lowered her leg back to the ground and spun quickly as she stretched out her right arm, which ended up crashing across his face. He collapsed as spit flew from his mouth, onto his stomach.
One of the remaining goons tried to charge her from behind, but Reached over her shoulder, grabbed his arm, and used the g-force of his running to throw him over her shoulder. Another goon tried to take advantage of her being distracted by taking care of one his comrades and grabbed her by the shoulder and swung her around to punch her square in the face, but as she was brought around, it was her fist that made contact with his face.
That left one more goon, and Helena looked around to see where he was but couldn't see him anywhere. It took her a second, but she saw him running for the building. She pulled out a bird-a-rang she had hidden away and threw it. She knew that a bird-a-rang would go farther than throwing the hub cap of a car. Again she threw with dead on accuracy as the bird-a-rang hit him in the back of his neck.
Helena noticed someone had come out of the building and was making their way there. All around Helena there goons laid out unconscious or struggling to come to their senses. She tried to morph back into her disguise, but couldn't. The formula had to have worn off.
She reached into her pocket and pulled out the syringe that she had brought with her just in case this had happened. She was ready to inject the pinkish liquid into herself until she remembered the discussion she had earlier with Barbara. The only way to beat Raven was to outsmart her. The goon closest to her was getting up to his feet which would work perfectly to her plan.