Spy Mage System

289 Mugging Problems

“How?” Hans asked. The man chuckled, studying Hans’s features. “Maybe it’s because it’s night here. I can barely see the patches of dirt on you.”

He stopped for a moment, before moving through the circle of muggers, and stepping up right behind us.

“Maybe, I should take a more personal look,” he said, his voice slithering into our ears. “Possibly. Get on ’em boys.”

Suddenly, the muggers advanced towards us, which Hans brought out his little tranquilizer. “Hey! I will shoot,” he said, pointing at them.

I’m not sure he thought that through.

The man with the trilby hat rose his revolver towards Hans. “Wrong move, son,” he admitted. “Wrong move.”

Hans lowered his head and looked at me, which I nodded, looking at the blood-thirsty muggers.

“Deal with ’em,” the man said, which the muggers stormed once again.

One of them pulled out a switchblade, and raised their wrists, swinging for my head.

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I ducked back, which the mugger advanced while swinging relentlessly, which I lowered beneath. The mugger then shifted his palm on the knife for the blade to face downwards.

He swung his arm towards the left side of my ear, as the light glistened from the blade of the knife. Noticing the light, I brought up my left arm and grabbed his arm, stopping any further movement of the knife.

His body was frozen due to my grip. I searched around, as my eyes darted across his body, before it stopped while looking at his stomach.

Knowing my next move, I pushed forward, landing several blows into his gut. Then, I finished with a strong, but quick blow across the cheek. The man dropped to the ground, but another one quickly advanced towards me.

My brain panicked from his sudden arrival, flushing out a lower left punch. But the mugger was quite quick to grab the punch. The only choice I had was to utilize the right hand.

However, he immediately caught hold of my right fist, before kneeing my stomach, to which I stumbled back.

And just like the first one, he equipped the same switchblade, swinging from the left.

I ducked beneath the swing, but it coiled back in the opposite direction, catching me off guard. I leaned back, while the knife barely missed the flesh of my skin, aiming for the neck of my shirt instead.

Somehow, I regained ground, which I lifted my head up, which he stopped for a moment as if he was in shock.

Seeing the opportunity, I twirled my body towards the left, arriving from the right side with a kick that struck his jaw. He spinned around like a fan, before rolling onto the ground.

“Hey, Hans!” I shouted, glancing to the left to see him finish his opponent, which dropped to the ground after a hard blow across the jaw.

“Yeah, what?!” he asked.

I gestured towards the left, which conveyed a message about the pitch-dark alleyway beside me. Hans extended his body towards the coveted alleyway, before nodding relievedly. “Yeah, good idea,” he said.

And just like that, we booked it through the alleyway. “After them!” one of them shouted, which sent an entire mercenary team of muggers after us through the shadowed walls.

Footsteps echoed constantly behind us, as we exited out the other side of the alleyway.

“Over here!” Hans said, pointing to the left. We guided ourselves in that direction, as the muggers pursued us, yelling and shouting—and probably cursing as we continued to flee from them.

The whipping sounds of something passing by caught my attention as I was running. The object, which my eyes barely managed to follow, turned out to be a knife, as was almost predictable.

It’s always the knives with them!

I glanced forward and noticed a skateboard with only three wheels, then turned to look behind me and noticed the pursuing mercenaries getting ready to throw their next knife.

I swung the skateboard behind me as it sped toward them when I came across it. Muggers could be heard slamming into the ground and grunting in time with the impact.

But three were still on our tail, probably grabbing another knife from their belt right now.

“I think they’re catching up,” I said to Hans. Hans looked to the right, before he ordered, “Over here!” He cut across me, dashing into traffic, which I had no choice but to follow.

As we ran, I heard a loud thud echo behind me, which I turned around, seeing a mugger roll up the windshield of a car, before sliding back down onto the road.

He must’ve been hit.

“Come on,” Hans shouted, looking behind towards me. I nodded, but another knife passed from behind me, hitting one of the mirrors of what seemed to be a rusted taxi.

After six lanes of traffic, we made it to the sidewalk. I looked back, seeing a good three of them on our tail. “Here, another alleyway!” Hans said, pointing at a dark path between this diner and this abandoned building.

I was determined to run as we sped there to avoid risking any sort of successful attacks by the muggers.

We led into the alleyway, but before we could even come out, a Ford Galaxie—or at least some type of car from the 60’s—blocked our way.

I could see more muggers inside of that vehicle, which I turned around, seeing those three muggers snicker at us as they slowly began to encounter us.

“Oh, boy,” I muttered.

I looked at Hans, and he looked at me. He sighed. “I’ll take the car, you take those three. Deal?”

I looked towards my three opponents, who were still laughing in the form of hyenas. “Sure, why not,” I said. Hans nodded, which he went his way, and I went mine.

As they readied their knives for battle, I charged up my Perk, as their eyes widened from the sheer glow of my arms and legs.

I leaped into the air, and stomped on the ground, blasting them away hundreds of feet in a matter of two seconds.

But strangely, an explosion and a bright glow of light flashed behind me. I turned around, curious but also not surprised to see the car engulfed in flames.

Hans didn’t look hurt, but his hair was basically the equivalent of a bush. But, ahead, I saw someone running towards us with this large object in their hand.

Then, I saw that it was a man who looked like a lumberjack, who seemed to be holding this automatic weapon—an AK-47, I assume.

Now that was pretty surprising.

“First time?” he asked. He was wearing a red striped-button shirt with brown suspenders, and jeans, while his shoes were black boots that blended with the overwhelming shadow.

“Yeah,” I admitted unhesitantly. “Definitely our first time.”

“Those muggers led by Cornelius Brick, mostly known as Mr. Trilby, because of the hat he always wears. When did you guys arrive?”

“A few minutes ago,” I said.

“Wow, they’re very impatient these days,” he said with a chuckle. “That’s why I got this bad boy, Snooper.”

“Oh, you have a dog?” I asked, a bit hopeful. He shook his head and laughed. “No, you silly, this gun right here: Snooper.”

“You name your guns?” Hans asked. The lumberjack-looking-man shrugged. “This one has been with me since I was a little boy. It’s been with more than my parents ever have. Come, you guys look beat.”

“Yeah, we kind of are,” Hans said, which the man nodded. After passing the raging fire, we crossed the street to the other side of the sidewalk.

“The name’s Barry by the way,” the man said. Hans nodded, then pointed to himself, “Hans, and this is Connor.”

I felt a bit uncomfortable even giving a wave. “Hey, he’s a youngin. Is he your son?”

“No, no, he’s just a lost boy, that’s all,” Hans quickly said, recovering from the situation. Barry nodded, then threw up a smile at us, “Well, we’ll be arriving at our house very soon.”

“I hope so, it’s feeling a bit chilly out here,” Hans said. “And it seems so dark.”

“Well that’s because it’s night. But it still ain’t so great in the morning. Think of it like a rainy day. It’s gray, so you can’t even tell the time, then the night comes at you,” he explained.

“Well, I guess that was a pretty good illustration,” Hans said. Barry nodded, then turned to take a good look at me.

“Do you talk?” he asked, which I nodded, although that wasn’t exactly proving my point.

“Say hello for me,” he ordered.

“Hello.”

“Well, sounds like your face,” he abruptly said, as if that was supposed to mean something. He nodded, before we crossed another street, heading on his long sidewalk that led to an upward slope.

“My home is close to there, as you can see,” he said, pointing to the second to first house on the hill. “You guys should enjoy it.”

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