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Defcon 0 - (D4 lvl 50),DJ Shecky Cape Radio
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When you air your dirty laundry out on a clothesline above the street, everyone is allowed to snicker at the skid marks in your underoos. - Lemur_Lad
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Retirement wasn't supposed to be like this...
Sitting on a fire escape and watching Hellions harrass people isn't what I had in mind. 20 years in the Navy certainly didn't prepare me for this. Not too many street gangs on the high seas. But I can't just watch as these punks take over the streets. My kids need a safe place to grow up, and Damn it, this isn't what I laid my life on the line for.
Well hero. Time to see if you have what it takes...
I leap off the fire escape and into the midst of the Hellions. Startling them in the process. They let go of their intended victim and she scurries off to hide it out. I wish I was with her.
"A hero! Get him!" they shouted.
Immediately swing and connect with the first Hellion's face. A satisfying crunch, a spurt of blood, and the creep was down. A swift kick to the gut and his buddy doubled over and joined the first eating pavement.
Holy crap! It's actually working!
Suddenly, a Hellion clips me across the back with a baseball bat.
Damn that hurts!
Get up and plant a spinning kick to his face. The [censored] is still standing!?! Another kick and a few quick punches and finally he goes down. Not too shabby. Not too shabby at all.
I break out the quikcuffs and secure the thugs for the police. Their inte4nded victim comes out of hiding.
"Thank you so much! That was amazing!", she says.
"Not much to it when you have the drop on them."
Now she's really looking at my "costume".
"You ARE a hero, right? Don't you wear tights or anything?"
"Lady, the Navy didn't issue me a set of tights. Just have to make do with what I got."
She ponders this a minute. "Okay, I've seen others like you, but not this close. So what's you're name?"
"I go by Sailor Rush."
"Okay, Sailor. Thanks again.", and she's gone. Time for me to get moving as well. Gotta get up for "work" in the morning, and I can tell the back is gonna be hurtin'.
I could get used to this idea of "retirement".