This night I was patrolling the city roof tops, and generally looking for mischief.
"Aaaaaaah! Help! Help!" Sometimes it never fails to amaze me that if one looks for trouble it is easy to find. As I ran towards the screams across the rooftops, I turned up my hearing. The woman was 100 yards away, across the road behind the next building. I reached the rooftop, and used my magic skills to lighten my weight, so that was I no heavier than a brick and jumped. As I cleared the distance I could see the road 10 stories down. As I reached the next roof again, I made myself even lighter so that I would not make too much noise.
"No I've got money and my husband is around the corner"
"Lets do it right here" one scumbag said to another. My hearing made out four heart beats, ergo four people. One was the victim. Her heart rate was quite naturally through the roof. Three scumbags, all within two feet of the victim. I got the roof edge and quickly looked down to survey the scene. General alley really, dirty and full of crap, litter everywhere. Two medium build scumbags, and one body builder. The former were holding here down, and latter was trying to rip here underwear off.
"Ooompf", Mr Body Builder just hit her in the stomach. I dropped, not bothered about noise as I landed right behind the Mr B.B. I used my legs like a springboard and grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and his left arm. As my legs straightened up I turned to my right and threw him.
Immortals can be just as strong as any vampire, or Slayer. Often stronger. Immortals get more powerful as we age, or take Quickening through headhunting or challenges. I was a bit heavy handed with him and threw him twenty feet away bouncing him off a wall. I heard bones crunch, skull too. Definite fracture.
The guy holding the victims right arm, which is on my left. I punched with a stepping right cross down and into his mouth. Crack! Broken jaw and out like a light. The one that was on the left arm looked up at me.
I'm about 5'8", but all muscle, probably about 3 fat. If I had to compare, well, I'm a slightly bigger build than Duncan, not quite so dark skinned, with short cropped brown hair. If anything I'd say more attractive, but I tend to have a 'thousand yard stare' which detracts from my luck with the ladies that he has, that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it. I was dressed in a dark blue SWAT trousers, gray t-shirt (wearing black at night is bad, easy to spot as you're darker than the shadows), with BP vest on. Two pistols on either hip (with single and fully automatic, like an submachine gun), and a wakizashi on my left hip above the gun. I also have the customary blade on (yes it is a Katana, this is almost 900 years old), but like all Immortals we can conceal it mystically so that it isn't really there till we need it, allowing rolling or acrobatics. The other stuff I had, like a concealed mobile should backup ever be required, and various ID's.
I looked definitely annoyed at this point, and number three was extremely scared. I could see it quite obviously, didn't need to sense something like that. However there wasn't a great deal of time for him to bargain or move. I simply didn't give him time as I back fisted him across the face. Knocked him out cold too, and his eye was puffing up a treat. Fractured eye socket.
The victim looked up at me, "don't worry I won't hurt you, I'm hear to help, I work for the NSA". Technically I do, although I do report to the Joint Chiefs of Staff, and showed an ID. I even have an office at a couple of regional branches. I rarely visit though, unless I need something.
I reached out with my hand, and she gave me her hand. I helped her up. The fear was plain to see in her eyes, but I could see that my ID helped to calm her a little. The first thing you want in any situation other than family is know someone in authority will be there to help you and empathise with your situation.
"Miss, what's your name?"
"Iiiiits Mmmrs. Mmmy name is Katherine" She stammered.
"Do you want me to call the police or husband and have them pick you up?" If it wasn't an attempted rape I would have driven her myself. She was still a little bit wary and definitely in shock.
"Yes please" I pulled out my mobile phone.
"What's the number? What's the name of your husband?" She told me and so I dialled. "Hi is that Bill?
"Yeh"
"My name is Mark Sabat I'm with the NSA, and am just with your wife near the Wallmart, on the corner of East & Elm, do you know it?"
"Yes why, whats up, is my wife ok? He sounded worried, unsurprisingly.
"She is now, some idiots were trying to assault her, and they have been punished for their actions. Can you come to get her?"
After waiting fifteen minutes the husband arrived and I took her to the corner of the street to be picked up. I should really have been giving medical aid to Mr Body Builder, but I'd heard his heart stop awhile ago.
Sometimes I am a really a cold hearted bastard. The other two wouldn't wake up for awhile. Luckily I have 'Authority to kill', a slight judicious use now and again is okay. Killing too many folk in a week will get me into serious trouble with the Joint Chiefs. They'd even threatened to lock me up once, and put me death row. Needless to say that my reply was my team will work elsewhere, with or without me. JCoS (Joint Chiefs) don't like to back to down, but sometimes I have to play like a good doggie. Woof!
Although there one this one time…….