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Sheri drew her gun and fired a blast at the man in the suit, missing his face by a hair’s breadth. He was right, she probably wasn’t getting paid enough for this - in fact, with Kingsley dead, she probably wasn’t getting paid at all. It was very likely this particular blunder could leave her unemployed for quite a while after this, and in part of her mind she was already considering which city she’d relocate to next. Another part was considering the potential value of accepting this man’s offer. Both of these parts were drowned out by the maddening repetition of his words through her mind.
A waste of time and money.
A waste of time and money.
A waste of time and money.
Kingsley might’ve been a stupid schlub of a human being, but he was still a human being. He didn’t deserve to die just because some arrogant prick in a suit decided he was useless. Sheri cursed herself for thinking this guy had just been some wannabe guard dog - if she’d been more cautious… Damn it, the least she could do was take this guy out and hand him off to ACHI when they got here. At least then Kingsley’s killer wouldn’t get away without consequence.
Her eyes fluttered briefly to the brawl across the park. Looks like things were wrapping up there. Without that distraction, given the distance to their headquarters… Sheri reasoned she had between three and five minutes before they arrived. She could probably incapacitate him by then, right?
Her eyes flickered around the man in the suit, and three duplicates of herself appeared in the space around him. They were unarmed, and couldn’t use her other abilities, but this close they were fundamentally the same as herself, with all the same reflexes and capacity for unarmed combat. ”Shut the fuck up and surrender, dickhead,” she said, taking a breath to steady her aim. ”Or I'll show you what use I put my powers to.”