It had been less than a minute since America Chavez first started the brawl she now found herself in, yet he floor was already littered with the unconscious bodies of the Bishop’s security force. The fight had appeared extremely brutal, with America punching her way through all of them as if they were made of paper. That had not been the case however as the young heroine had held back with her punches, keen to not injure these men to the extent of the people she inadvertently hurt the day before. She went for clean knockouts, aiming to not break or fracture any bones. A task that was actually quite challenging.
Grinning slightly as the last body hit the floor, America gazed around the lobby at the mess. Despite her holding back, the elegantly furnished room was now trashed. She sighed slightly, before catching sight of a receptionist who was proceeding to creep out from behind the pillar where she had been hiding.
“Don’t worry
Chica.” America spoke calmly as she began to back away towards the window. “I’m good for the damages.”
With that, she turned in a flash, before bursting forward into the air and through the window. Shaking the shards of glass from the window off of her as she moved, America Chavez soared up the side of the building, building in speed as she did so. Just before she reached the penthouse floor, she changed directionally slightly, causing her to rocket in through the penthouse’s bay windows as she reached them. The room shook slightly as she landed, cracking the floor slightly, as well as causing all of the inhabitants of the room to lurch forward in shock and confusion. This gave her time to survey the room. The first thing she noticed was the lack of her telepathic buddy, Quentin Quire. It would seem that she had beaten his elevator here. Damn she was good. The next thing that came to mind was the security. Three guards, all with their weapons out, similar to those whom she had just pummelled to a heap around twenty floors below. Between them at a glass desk sat the man from the billboard and the one whom America was after. Derek Bishop.
By now the guards had recovered from the shock of a beautiful Amazonian woman bursting in the room from the window, and at once opened fire on the intruder.
“Bad move, assholes.”
America moved forwardly swiftly, the gunfire reflecting off her arms with ease. She swung her arm up rapidly as she approached her target, knocking the gun from his hand and high into the air. Grabbing the man’s shoulders, she used him to propel herself upwards, push the security guard to the floor in the process. Spinning in the air, America kicked the gun as it began its decent, straight towards one of the other two guards. The force of the gun knocked the man off his feet and into the other guard behind him. Before they could get back up however, Ms America was upon them, launching them both into a heap on the floor with a few final blows from her fists.
As America readjusted herself after the conflict, a large ding could be heard throughout the room. Both America and Derek, whom was now crouching slightly behind his desk in a pathetic attempt to hide, turned to watch as the elevator door slid open. Out stepped Quentin who appeared to have been expecting the worse when those doors opened, evident by the fact that he was holding the gun he had found previously out in front of him in a somewhat menacing manor. The look of determination dropped from his face however when his eyes laid upon America and the bodies around her.
“Jesus Christ…” He murmured moving forwards. “Am I even needed here?”
“We’re not done yet, Quire. We still…”
“Yes, you’re certainly not done yet.” The two turned as Derek spoke, his voice echoing confidently through the penthouse. Despite how he had previously appeared hiding behind the desk, the business man now circled his desk, before leaning against it casually. He continued. “You’ve yet to meet my partner in all of this…”
Before America or Quentin could do anything, the man had clapped his hands. At once the world around them seemed to lurch for a second, before a flash of light appeared in the room. Just as quickly as it had started, everything went back to normal, with a strangely dressed man remaining where the light had been.
“May I present to you…” Derek spoke proudly as he came to stand next to his partner. “Pusher Man!”
“Yo dawgs. Heard yous were getting up in our bidness!”
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