Cry for Justice - The Conclusion

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As the Canary rounds a corner into a larger hallway, leading to the main monitor room, she feels a sharp, hard knee right into her abdomen, followed by a textbook ipponzei throw that sends her onto her back.

As the heroes whip around, they can see a shape materializing roughly 20 feet down the hallway.

The man that started all this mess.

However, he looks different.   He's clean - shaven.  He's wearing a different version of his long-standing costume.  No fin helmet.  The material of the costume is tougher looking, more combat ready.  

But it's the eyes.  The eyes that show no surprise over their arrival.  In fact, there's a sense of familiarity in them.

This was what he wanted.  This is what they wanted.

Be careful what you wish for.

"Long day?" Light says, smiling.

Patching things up

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They had taken up residence in the infirmary to start patching up the wounded and see how many people were missing. Tefe knew that some of the prisoners had escaped into the swamp but they could wait for now. Most of them had no idea what they were in for by escaping into the Louisiana swampland. They'd be happy to be recaptured most likely.

She had caused no few blushes and stares by showing up the way she had. It wasn't her fault she could heal her skin but not her clothes after her encounter with the napalm. Now she was dressed in a long shirt with her bare legs and feet showing from beneath it.

Caleb needed to be sat on and healed but he had to sit still for two seconds first, that would be the hard part. Other than than Tefe wasn't sure who else was around and what they still had to do.

"Hold still." The guard flinched when she touched him where he had a large gash on his face until he realized where she touched there was no more pain. "There, not even a scar. You can go now." Flesh wounds were easy, that's why she always healed them first. Bones were much harder.

Hopefully the others were on their way, Tefe wasn't exactly a take charge of a bad situation kind of gal. At least not in a situation like this, when it came down to fighting she usually took care of herself and then left. Others took care of the aftermath and these people were looking at her like she knew what to do.

And really she didn't.