Glory Gal faked a casual stretch, using the motion to hide the motion of activating her alarm beacon, before returning her hands to her hips. She watched the unfolding scene for a minute, a bored look her face. The gloating look on the director's face seemed to be slowly disappearing. Glory Gal felt a quiet 'click' from her communicator, and behind her the view through the window was replaced by a shimmering blue glow. Her bored face morphed into a vicious smirk.
"Bad news for you, creep. I summoned help, and my good friends in the Federal government just sealed this building inside a forcefield. So you can get the hell away from the girl, put your hands up, and surrender. At this point, you really have no way to escape."
He reached a hand for his detonator, but she made a warning sound.
"Bad idea, creep. Press that button and you'll have me as a witness of first degree murder. And trust me, I'd be glad to testify against you. If you give up right now, all they'll have on you is kidnapping, and if you're telling the truth and she is just some street whore, nobody will really care, not compared to the kind of criminals this city usually sees. You'll get two years in jail, tops. If you blow her up, however, you're going in for the long time. Fifteen years. Thirty. Maybe life, if I talk to the judge. Make your decision." |