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A little earlier, Captain Smith made his way down the quickly darkening Retroville street. He allowed his mind to wander away from those irritating kids as he pushed his wheelchair down the sidewalk.

"Captain Smith!" one of the two cops guarding the end of the street shouted. Smith sighed. That's right, there are guards now. This'll be fine.

Smith immediately put on a fake smile as he rolled his way over to the two fellow policemen ahead. "How are you two kids doing?"

Officer Martin smiled as he saw how happy his captain was, considering the circumstances. "Oh, me and Pat here are doing good. Basically just standing here all night." He looked down at the Captain's chair. "So, how's your rib?"

Martin's smile faded a little. "Getting better. I'm gonna try to get out of this stupid chair later and walk around. But whenever I try to stretch my legs, my damn chest feels like it's on fire."

"Maybe you should try a Tums?" Pat dryly suggested.

Smith and Martin stared at him in silence. "Why don't you just stand over there, ok Pat?" he asked. Pat sadly nodded and walked farther down the street.

After a moment had passed, Smith and Martin continued their conversation. "So, Captain, what are you doing here?"

Smith nodded at Cindy's house. "I've got to go over a few things with that Ms. Vortex. She's such a doll, and she's so worried about her daughter."

Martin's wide smile shrunk a little. "Yeah, you can't help but feel bad for the parents. They all seem like such good people. Hard to imagine their kids are so screwed up." Smith nodded. "Well, better get to your business," Martin continued. "And take it easy, Captain."

Smith smiled. "Thanks a lot, Marty. And keep an eye out for those little bastards."

Martin laughed a little. "Will do, chief. Will do."

Captain Smith nodded and began rolling up to the Vortex's driveway. He took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell.

Mrs. Vortex's deep frown quickly disappeared as she opened the door. "Hello, Captain Smith," she flirtatiously said while helping him inside.

"Hello Ana," he happily said while she rolled him inside her living room. "You're looking beautiful, as always."

Ms. Vortex laughed a little. "Well you clean up pretty good yourself, Bruce." She dropped down to her knees and inspected the bandages around his ribs that lay under his shirt. "Is it any better?"

Smith nodded a little. "Yeah, it's a little better. Good thing I was wearing a vest when your little bitch shot me, huh?"

Ms. Vortex laughed. "Yeah, she never did think things through. Unlike us."

Smith smiled a little. "Ana, let's go upstairs. I want to, uh, talk to you."

Ms. Vortex looked down at Smith's chair. "Can you go upstairs?"

Captain Smith nodded. "Just get the crutches and help me up."

Ms. Vortex quickly ran over to a closet and took out the crutches she kept for Smith. She rushed back and grabbed his hand. She hoisted him up and quickly handed him his crutches. "You alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Bruce told her. "Go upstairs and get ready. I'll be right up. Just get ready," he devilishly said while eyeing her up and down.

"You got it, Captain," she whispered while giving him a quick kiss. She ran up the stairs and slammed the door to her bedroom.

Smith smiled for a moment, staring after her. He then turned his gaze downwards slightly and looked at the flight of stairs. "Yeah, this might be a problem," he muttered to himself.

Fifteen minutes later, he finally reached the top of the stairs. He opened the door to the bedroom and looked inside. "Wow," he mouthed without a sound.

Ana Vortex smiled at Smith's amazed expression. At thirty-four, I've still got it. "Come here, Bruce. I've missed you."

Smith continued smiling and looking at her flimsy nightgown. "Me too," he said while hobbling over as fast as he could. As soon as he reached the side of the bed, he threw his crutches aside and pounced on Ana.

Time became meaningless as the two entangled lovers became wrapped in each others' arms. Several loud gunshots pierced the air, but they could barely be heard over their moaning.

"Did you hear something, Bruce?" Ana asked as he caressed her waist and pressed his lips down upon her smooth neck.

Bruce's fears had briefly rekindled when he heard what sounded like gunshots outside, but he was in no position to worry at this time. "No, Ana. No."

Mrs. Vortex tried to contain her pleasure as he ran his hand up her now naked thigh. Suddenly, she remembered something. "Bruce, stop. Seriously!"

Smith suddenly took his hands away. "What?" he asked, breathing heavily.

Ana slapped her hand to her forehead. "Damn it. I forgot the condoms downstairs. Wait just one second, ok honey?"

Smith appeared thoughtful for a moment, but finally just sighed in defeat. "Alright, but hurry," he angrily mumbled.

"Don't worry," Mrs. Vortex seductively said while bending down and whispering into his ear.

"Hurry," he whispered while once again kissing her on the neck.

Mrs. Vortex nodded and hurried outside into the hallway. She took the stairs two at a time and walked into the kitchen. She left the living room and headed past the kitchen table. She continued over to a drawer and began ruffling through it. "Got it," she happily said while slamming the door shut and heading back upstairs.

She tossed the small package on Smith's lap as she strolled into the room and slammed the door shut. "Quick enough?"

Bruce tore the wrapping apart and tossed the garbage onto the floor. "Yeah."