Part 35
I dropped what I was working on immediately.
Should I do something? My armor wasn't done. Not that the metal part of it was going to do much against gunfire-
Fuck of course I had to do something. I wanted to be a hero right?
I reached into my coat pocket and pulled out the loose domino mask, the first part of my real 'costume' I'd gathered and started attaching it to my face.
Wait, what about Taylor? She'd done this sort of stuff before right? Shit did I have the time to go back to try and get her? Every second counted for this sort of mess, but she had a lot more range then me.
Did she even have an emergency mask?
Shit I should have grabbed a spare somewhere-
There was no time! I had to make a decision now!
I turned back towards the docks and started running, cursing the fact I didn't get her cell number.
I didn't have armor, my range was shit, and I had no experience. Rushing in wasn't the brave thing, it was thestupidthing.
I had to be logical. I could bitch at myself for being cowardly later.
There was however at least one thing I could do.
I dialed Nine One One, as I raced towards where Taylor had headed, as I heard another similar, but distinctly different bark.
There was more then one gun. Or something happened to make it sound like more then one. Either way this hadn't ended yet.
"Nine One One Emergency," came the swift, clear pseudo chipper tone of a youngish woman.
"Hi, I'm down at the docks by thirty first on boardwalk, and I just heard some gunshots," I reported as smoothly as I could while running at a conservative pace.
The first gun barked as I spoke, followed immediately by the second.
Once I got Taylor I'd be about facing back the other way so running flat out and wrecking my stamina wasn't going to help anyone.
"Understood do you require any assistance?" she asked quickly in a precise tone.
"I'm fine, but it's not letting up and it sounds like at least two-", another softer bark joined the sounds. "Three kinds of guns discharging."
"We're sending in someone right now. Just try to keep calm and stay on the line," she advised.
"That's not possible," I responded calmly even as icewater hit my veins. Why didn't I realize they'd ask me to do that. "I'm sorry, I've got a friend nearby, I need to get them out of here."
"That-" she started
I hung up hoping to any god listening I didn't just pull a felony.
Then I saw a figure round about a corner of a boat, demonic looking mask nearly stopping me in my place.
