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Chapter 18

“Fierce!” I heard in my ear. “Fierce, are you okay?!”

I was breathing hard. I felt pain. But no, I hadn’t been hit. Not exactly. Oh sure, the bullets hit me, but they didn’t puncture the suit. Bravo to the U.S. military. “Um, I think so.”

Still, frying pan met fire a split second later. Mainly because he shot at me some more, I slipped forward—thanks to the lube and a fair bit of sweat—and the ceiling vent gave way beneath me. I hit the ground before I even knew what had happened. Splat!

The hostages screamed. I screamed at their screams. The bad guy screamed. The bad guy fired some more shots. Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!“Quit it!” I hollered from behind my upheld cape. Which didn’t sound heroic so much as whiney, but, given the circumstances, it was the best I could do.

“Who the fuck are you?” the bank robber spat.

Ah, I thought. That’s my cue! I hopped up and promptly placed my hands on my hips, all akimbo-like. “Fierce,” I said. “And give yourself up or else.”