Part 38
"Oni Lee!?" Taylor demanded as I found my breath.
I nodded. "He's down, but not out. Critical damage to the rib cage. He can't stand, but can still utilize suicide tactics via clones."
"His ribs- what did you do?" she asked shocked.
I couldn't afford distraction, Lee could be anywhere. "We got the drop on one another. I hit him mid transport when he tried to attack me from behind, punctured into the sternum, broke it."
"That's..." she trailed off.
"I know," if Lee died it would be my fault.
"I'll freak out once everyone's out of danger."
I should have realized immediately he wouldn't stop in an active conflict zone.
A thought hit.
"I called in authorities on my cellphone. Didn't mention any capes," I looked at her.
Her breath hitched for a moment, then eased off, "If there are other capes there..."
I nodded once, "Call it in?"
"Do it," she ordered. "I'll try and get closer."
"I'll cover you," I said fishing my phone out, and hit the same three digits as last time.
Some part of me idly noted that my earlier concern on the potential legal ramifications of this had seemed to have misplaced itself.
Funny how quickly perspectives can change with the right prompting.
"Nine one one emergency!" came a new voice.
Ah, good. New operator. Reaching the same one as last time would have been awkward.
"Hi, I just called again to let you know some guy in a domino mask stabbed Oni Lee with some kind of light saber spear thing."
Well, more awkward.
