Brick and Mortar

Kabe lunged down with incredible speed, outpacing the wide-arc blast and landing in front of the so-called elites as they hunkered down, hands out in front with pitifully erected barriers that barely broke a thousand BP, forming a wall around their lieutenant.

He exhaled, and then heaved in a mighty breath, sucking the air and all of the light of the blast in a whirlpool down his gullet. The excesse force was immense, and to distract from Cato's escape, he unleashed it into the sky with a deafening crack. As the mist in the air evaporated from the heat, Kabe turned to the lieutenant. "She won't be coming back, I scared her off. I just saved your life — no more games. Tell me what I need to know."

The lieutenant may have been a rat, but he was a rat that had honor. He sighed deeply, and gestured for his men and Kabe to follow. "Something I gotta do first." Kabe crossed his arms, spat at the ground and waited for them to leave, before heading over to where he'd knocked Bee out. As he did, he clicked on his scouter and checked the scan logs, having picked up the frequency of Cato's own.

That was pretty cool. Best of luck.

The text was short, like their fight. They could tussle some other time maybe. He frowned though, as the area scan completed a second time now without finding Bee's power signature. Shifting some rubble around, he stood flat where he'd left the boy.

He was gone.

"Well, shit."

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Cato