Capítulo 72: Vance - 9.2
We combed through downtown before heading to the police station near the Pyramid. Spectacle waltzed in with his characteristic flair, and I followed, carrying the bombs and the unconscious bodies of the men with the help of Hocus and Pocus. The rabbits effortlessly floated alongside us, their strength and durability evident as they bore the weight of the explosives and the subdued criminals.
As we entered the station, the atmosphere buzzed with urgency. Officers quickly gathered around, their faces a mix of curiosity and concern. The bomb squad was called in, and they wasted no time in rendering the explosives inert. The tension in the air eased slightly as the immediate threat was neutralized.
Spectacle and I were ushered into a briefing room where we provided a detailed account of our encounter. The officers listened intently as we relayed the information extracted from the leader, their expressions growing graver with each revelation.
"We have reason to believe this is part of a larger network," Spectacle explained, his tone serious. "These men were just a small piece of a much bigger puzzle. Their leader hinted at a major attack already in motion."
The station's captain, a grizzled veteran with a no-nonsense demeanor, nodded and addressed his team. "We need to act fast. Mobilize all available units and start sweeping the city for any signs of suspicious activity. We can't afford to take any chances."
One officer, visibly anxious, asked, "Do we have any idea of their target?"
Spectacle shook his head. "Not yet. But whatever it is, it's big. We need to stay vigilant."
The attempted terrorists were promptly arrested, their wrists shackled as they were led away. The police seemed to take our warnings seriously, their resolve steeling as they prepared for the worst.
The captain turned to me, his eyes filled with a mix of respect and concern. "You did good tonight, kid. If you ever need backup or information, don't hesitate to reach out."
"Thanks, Captain," I replied, feeling a sense of camaraderie with the officers. "I'll keep that in mind."
As the police began their preparations, Spectacle and I made our way to the exit. He tipped his hat with a grin, his bunnies giving me a nod of acknowledgment. "Take care, suit," he said. "Looks like we're in for a busy night."
I nodded, feeling a camaraderie with the enigmatic hero. "You too, Spectacle. Let's hope we can stop whatever's coming."
With that, he vanished in a puff of smoke, his rabbits following suit. I took a deep breath and began my patrol again, the city's streets unfolding before me like a labyrinth of shadows and potential threats.
As I navigated through the urban maze, my senses heightened, I caught sight of a small figure darting across the street. A kid, no older than ten, was out way past their bedtime, oblivious to the dangers around them.
Before I could call out, I heard the distant rumble of a train. My heart raced as I saw the child near the tracks, the train's lights piercing through the night. Without a second thought, I reached deep down, pulling every ounce of strength I had.
The world blurred around me as I sprinted toward the child, my arms cutting through the air. I left a mach wave in my wake. I reached the tracks just as the train barreled down, the ground trembling beneath its weight. I slowed down just enough to not injure him. With a swift motion, I scooped up the kid and leaped to safety, landing on the other side barely in time.
The train roared past, its momentum shaking the ground as it continued its journey. The child clung to me, wide-eyed and trembling.
As I reached the tracks, the kid's wide eyes met mine, filled with fear and confusion. I scooped him up just as the train roared past, the ground shaking beneath us. Once we were safely on the other side, I set him down, but he started to cry, trembling and holding himself tightly.
"Hey, it's okay," I said gently, kneeling down to his level. "You're safe now."
The kid looked at me with tear-filled eyes, clearly scared by my appearance. I was still wearing the black tactical gear, the very sight of which must have been intimidating. "W-Who are you?" he stammered, his voice shaking.
I softened my tone, trying to sound as reassuring as possible. "I'm a hero. I keep people safe. What's your name?"
"Timmy," he sniffled, wiping his nose with his sleeve. "I... I got lost. I was trying to find my dad."
Damn. My stomach churned upon hearing his words. I have been there.
"Alright, Timmy. It's going to be okay," I said, offering a gentle smile beneath my mask. "Let's get you back home. Your mom must be really worried about you."
He nodded, still sniffling, but the fear in his eyes began to fade slightly. "Are you really a hero?"
"Yes, I am," I replied. "Heroes wear all sorts of outfits, but the most important thing is that we help people. And right now, I'm here to help you."
Timmy looked at my gear again, his gaze lingering on the black vest and the various gadgets strapped to it. "But you look... scary."
"I know it might seem that way," I said, reaching out to gently touch his shoulder. "But this gear is just to keep me safe while I help others. Think of it like armor, like a knight's armor. It helps me do my job better."
He seemed to consider this, his tears slowing. "Like a knight?"
"Exactly," I said, smiling. "Just like a knight. And right now, this knight is going to make sure you get home safe and sound."
We started walking, my steps slow to match his small ones. He clung to my hand, still a bit wary but no longer crying.
"Do you fight bad guys?" he asked after a while, his voice filled with curiosity.
"Sometimes," I replied. "But mostly, I try to keep people safe and make sure they don't get hurt. That's what being a hero is all about."
Timmy nodded, his grip on my hand tightening.
"Could you find my dad for me?" he asked quietly.
"Sure thing," I said, feeling a warmth spread through me. "What's your dad's name?"
"His name is dad!"
"Ah, you're right! Do you know what mom calls him?"
"She calls him sweetie! His name is sweetie dad! He left with some friends a few nights ago." Timmy pouted, "He missed bed-time stories with me!"
"I'll bring him back to read you some more stories."
"Really?"
Timmy squeezed my hand tighter, and I gave it a reassuring squeeze back.
"Really."
Finally, we reached the child's home, a modest apartment building on the edge of downtown. Two police officers were standing on the sidewalk talking to a woman, her eyes red and wet. She saw us approaching over the shoulders of the officers and brushed them aside, frantically running to hold her son.
"Mom!" Timmy cried, breaking away from me and running towards her.
"Timmy! Oh my God, Timmy!" she sobbed, dropping to her knees and embracing him tightly. The officers looked relieved, one of them stepping aside to give them space.
"Thank you," she said, looking up at me with tears streaming down her face. "Thank you so much for my Timtim."
"Just doing my job, ma'am" I replied, giving a small nod.
I bent over and placed my hands around Timmy's shoulder, "You got to stick with you mom. Alright? Take care of her, and keep her safe, okay?"
"Yes, Mister Knight." He nodded energetically.
One of the officers, a tall man with a stern expression, approached me. "Hey there, can we have a word?" he asked, eyeing my tactical gear with suspicion.
"Of course," I said, nodding.
"Thanks for bringing the kid back. You really saved the day." The officer said, suspiciously, "But I haven't seen you on the hero registry, and where did you get that suit from?"
"I worked with Sergeant Duke to bring down the two rouge heroes and the bank-robber in the mech." I explained, gesturing over the skyline towards where I bled.
At the mention of Duke, their demeanor shifted. "10-4."
Her face twisted. She walked her son inside while I waited with the police. The mother came back out a few minutes later.
The woman stood up, still holding Timmy close. "Can you come inside for a moment?" she asked, her voice trembling. "I think I need to talk to you."
"Of course," I said, following her into the apartment. The officers nodded at me appreciatively as I passed them.
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