Hey my loyal friends, I know this chapter is short, but I wanted to get something out, and I really couldn't add anything to what my amazing editor wrote for this chapter, thanks Darkest, this chapter was amazing.

Just before Shape could fire, though, someone tackled him from behind. "Surprise!" Moss shouted as he tackled Shape to the ground. The gun went flying off to the side, but it did not go off.

"That meme is dead," Shape said he struggled to his feet, throwing Moss to the side, "as you soon will be!" Squirrel Girl jumped into action as soon as Moss was thrown to the side, but Shape countered with a quick kick just above the heroine's gut. Squirrel Girl immediately collapsed, the wind knocked out of her. Shape quickly seized his gun and shot SG in both legs. He knew she was at a disadvantage because she'd only had a few minutes to get used to being one handed, but he couldn't take any chances. "I used to be a hero like you…" He muttered.

"Tch! And you criticized him for dead memes?" SG asked through the pain as she looked at Moss, only to realize he'd vanished. "Where'd he go?"

Shape looked behind himself. Seeing no one there, he chuckled darkly. "Looks like your friend abandoned you, Girl," he said. "That's why I work solo."

"Pity," Moss said as he jumped onto Shape's back, where he wouldn't be easily dislodged. "A friend would've watched your back, and they could've prevented this from happening," he added as he stabbed a hypodermic into Shape's back. With a start, SG realized that it was the virus they'd been sent to find. Shape laughed loudly and maniacally as he shook Moss off. "What's so funny?" Moss asked, suspicious. In response, Shape pulled a hypodermic filled with a strange green fluid and injected himself with it. The purple in his arm quickly vanished. "Damn it! He had a cure!" Moss exclaimed.

Before anything further could be said, a chopper abruptly appeared over the tops of the cars. "SHAPE!" A voice shouted from the chopper as the mounted mini-gun began raining a hail of bullets down on the criminal.

"Another day!" Shape shouted as he ran away.

"Phew! Man, am I glad to see you," Moss said as he walked up to the helicopter, SG resting her arm on his shoulders as they hobbled forward. "You arrived just in time, Jim."

"What can I say?" Jim asked as he jumped from the helicopter. "It's been a while since I was in a bird, but I can still shoot. Pity Shape got away. If we'd gotten him, we could've stopped him from propagating more of this nightmare."

SG looked down and saw something on the ground. "He didn't get away as clean as he thought," she said, pointing to the hypodermic on the ground. "I saw that come out of his back. Good chance that thing's still got some of the cure in it."

"Cure? What happened?" Jim asked.

"I tried injecting him," Moss replied, "but as soon as he injected that green stuff in his shoulder, the purpling of his arm went away."

Jim shook his head. "We'll talk more at the station," he said, "but right now, we need to get this young lady to somewhere where she can get medical assistance, and fast."

"No arguments there," SG replied. Her legs HURT, and there was the possibility that the bullets could still be lodged in there, and if they weren't removed, they'd get infected, and good-bye to the heroine life. "Let's get to the hospital," she said. "I need to make sure nothing's in my knees that isn't supposed to be there." Jim and Moss nodded, and Jim helped the heroine into the helicopter. It would be quicker than a car.

I promise next chapter will be longer, also this story is nearing it's end, and there will be a delay between books 2 and 3, I want to complete several chapters before book 3 is released.