“Was the store owner ok,” Mayor Poopenmeyer asked.
“Do you even care,” DICO responded as he continued bandaging up the mayor’s wounds.
“Not really. I’m just looking for something to take my mind off all the blood I’m losing.”
DICO rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Anyway …”
The sirens grew louder as DICO checked the shop owner for a bullet wound. He didn’t see one on his back, so he flipped him over. There, he saw a hole in the dead center of the owner’s chest. No blood seeped from it, which momentarily confused him. He put his finger into the hole and found that the store owner was wearing a Kevlar vest.
DICO sat back. “You can open your eyes now,” he said. “He’s out.”
The owner’s lids flew open and he let out a string of curses. “Damn, that hurts,” he complained after his venting session.
“It’s better than being dead,” DICO reminded him.
Turning around, the hero saw that the police had arrived and had put the gunman into handcuffs. They also did their best to revive him. His eyes began to flutter open as paramedics arrived and led the shop owner away. The gunman thrashed at his bonds once he realized what was going on. One of the police officers lost his grip on the gunman’s arms.
DICO, jumping into action, gave himself a titty twister, pulling one of his metallic nipples off. With the precision of a major league pitcher, he hurled the projectile at the gunman. It flew true, striking him right between the eyes. The gunman stopped dead in his tracks and wobbled unsteadily on his feet.
“Quit squirming, CQ,” the officer who still had a grip on him commanded.
“You know him,” DICO asked.
“He’s one of The Boss’ men. They call him CQ, but I don’t know why.”
DICO was glad that another one of The Boss’ thugs was going to prison. He watched while the officers shoved him into the back of a squad car. Before they closed the door, CQ regained enough of his wits to yell out at the hero. “You may have captured me,” he taunted, “but you’re too late to save your friend at City Hall.”
They wouldn’t go after the mayor. Would they?
Mayor Poopenmeyer looked over his wounds. “You’re pretty good at patching people up,” he remarked.
“I learned how to dress gunshot wounds while I was in the army,” DICO responded.
The mayor gave his rescuer an angry glare. “You were in the military?”
“So you know how to fight using guns and everything?”
“You idiot, ” Mayor Poopenmeyer hollered, reaching up and slapping him. “You could’ve saved us a lot sooner and easier if you would’ve used normal weapons instead of your damn nipples.”
“But if I don’t use my powers, I won’t be a superhero.”
The mayor reached out and slapped DICO again. Unfortunately for him, he opened his wounds up when he did so. More blood began seeping from the two unnatural holes in the mayor’s body. Seconds later, Mayor Poopenmeyer became dizzy and lost consciousness. DICO was about to work on getting the wounds closed again when there was a pounding on the door.
Now DICO had a choice: work on fixing the mayor up, or trying to fight off Jefferey.