CH-32: One Hella Heist

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I blinked, slowly taking a step back as the man commanded.

"How about no?" I asked in the most polite tone possible.

"So it's a fight then?" He growled and reached for his back, shifting into an aggressive stance as he pulled out his weapon.

"..."

There was complete and serene silence. I blinked, Felicia blinked, and he blinked, looking at our lack of response.

"Uh... what?" He asked, confused by our lack of reaction.

"Dude, that's a lightsaber." I muttered, pointing at his glow sticks.

"I know." He smirked, twirling it stylishly. "Fancy, innit"

"No." Felicia shook her head, and I nodded in agreement.

"What?" He questioned, squinting his eyes in disbelief. "What do you mean, no?"

"It's pink." I pointed out.

"And...?" He gave his batons a perplexed look before turning to us. Meanwhile, I was reaching for an item attached to my belt.

"It's pink." Felicia reiterated.

"You got a problem with pink?" He asked, sounding somewhat offended.

"You don't?" I reversed the question with the same tone. Every Star Wars fan knows what a pink lightsaber represents, and it's just disgraceful to make one yourself.

"Well fellas, I'm not playing your games anymore." He sighed, taking a fighting stance, ready to engage.

"You're the first person to call it a lightsaber, so if you drop that ax right now and turn yourself in, I'll suggest the cops to give you a cell with a heater on it."

"You drive a hard bargain." I smiled as I gripped the item. "But I may have to decline."

"Grenade!" I yelled as I threw the shell towards him.

His eyes widened, and he instinctively rolled to a safe spot while Felicia and I made a run for it.

I burst through the door of the fire exit, and as we turned the corner, the grenade detonated, enveloping the room in white smoke.

I had packed a smoke grenade in case we had to bypass a laser grid, but we didn't need it then, so I used it now perfectly.

Felicia and I sprinted down the street, leading to the banks of the Thames.

"Hey, that's smoke!" Captain Britain shouted as he emerged from the smoky doorway.

I didn't bother replying and kept running. He snarled, chasing after us. He was fast, and judging by his speed, he would definitely catch up to us in a minute or less.

I had to make a decision.

"Fel!" I called, stopping her in her tracks and pulling her into a narrow alley.

She looked at me with wide eyes, shocked, her gaze darting back and forth, searching for our pursuer.

"Fel, let's switch." I didn't wait for her response and immediately took her bag and placed the ax in her hands.

"Ed, what are you doing?!" She asked, looking at me as if I were mad.

"We're going to split up." I explained, checking the contents of the bag.

"What? Why?"

"That guy is going to catch up with us." I reasoned. "One way or another, somebody has to stall him while the other escapes."

"I'll do it." I nodded with determination. "You go!"

"What? No way! I'm not leaving you."

"You have to!" I yelled back, and she flinched at my outburst. I sighed, calming myself down.

"Trust me, I have a plan." I smiled. "Meet me at the Tower Bridge in an hour."

"Ed..." She pleaded with her eyes.

"Trust me." I held her hand gently. "And keep the ax safe."

I peeked out and saw the guy getting closer.

"Go now."

Felicia wiped away her forming tears and ran in the opposite direction while I moved closer to the river, right before his eyes.

"Hey!" He shouted, chasing after me.

It took a second, but before I knew it, I had halted my steps and turned around, ready to face him. He stopped, narrowing his eyes.

The waves crashed against the walls as we locked our gazes in an intense staring contest, sweat dripping down our faces in anticipation.

"That thing belongs to the London Museum, give it back!" He said, pointing at the bag.

"From a historical standpoint, it actually belonged to a French minister who decided to gift it to an Indian king, and you guys just snatched it. Quite ironic, don't you think?" I explained, trying to prolong this fight for as long as possible.

"If your tactic was to bore me to death, it's starting to work." He grumbled before rushing forward.

"Screw it." I cursed, raising my arms to defend myself.

He swung at me with a powerful punch, aiming for my jaw. I managed to duck just in time, feeling the rush of air as his fist missed its mark.

Using his momentum against him, I swiftly countered with a quick jab to his ribs, feeling the satisfying impact of my fist connecting with his torso.

He grunted, his eyes narrowing with determination. Undeterred, he retaliated with a rapid series of strikes, aiming for my head and body.

I bobbed and weaved, dodging and blocking as best I could, feeling the impact of his blows reverberate through my arms and shoulders.

The intensity of the fight heightened with each passing second.

Seizing an opening, I launched a powerful kick towards his midsection, aiming to knock the wind out of him. However, he managed to pivot at the last moment, narrowly evading the full force of the kick.

In a split second, he countered with a lightning-fast roundhouse kick of his own, catching me off guard. The blow connected with the side of my head, causing a sharp burst of pain to shoot through my temple.

'Fuck!' I cursed mentally.

The impact of his strike had given me a clear measure of his extraordinary speed and strength. It was evident that he possessed superhuman abilities, which meant I had to go all out in this fight.

I maneuvered around him, ducking and weaving to avoid his onslaught. Seizing an opportunity, I landed a powerful uppercut to his jaw, sending him staggering backward.

"Damn, I just want to finish you off and get back to binge-watching the Harry Potter series." He quipped, swiftly regaining his composure. Fueled by a surge of determination, he launched a spinning kick in my direction.

I managed to dodge the blow, narrowly avoiding the whoosh of air as it swept past me.

Suddenly, a beam of bright light descended from the sky, casting its radiance upon me. I looked up to see a news helicopter hovering above us.

"Say cheese, you're on live TV!" He taunted, retrieving his batons as we prepared for round two.

He charged forward, his weapon raised high, aiming to shatter my jaw. Swiftly, I stepped in and countered, blocking his attack with precision, but he managed to dodge back, narrowly avoiding my strike.

"What part are you on?" I asked, momentarily stepping back as his kick missed its mark.

"Half-Blood Prince." He replied, as he lunged in for a punch.

"Oh." I raised an eyebrow, a smirk forming on my face. "Dumbledore dies."

"What?" He blinked, his flow momentarily disrupted.

Seizing the opportunity, I landed a solid punch to his jaw, stunning him for a moment. With a swift follow-up, I delivered a devastating roundhouse kick, connecting with his side and sending him crashing to the ground. He groaned in pain, struggling to regain his composure.

"Ron kills him." I smirked, observing his wide-eyed struggle.

"No!" He yelled, rising to his feet.

"Harry is-" Before I could utter another word, his eyes began to glow white, and he started levitating from the ground. His gloves emitted a pink glow.

An instant barrier emanated from him, catching me off guard and hurling me against the pavement.

"Stop talking!" He growled.

I groaned, quickly flipping back onto my feet. The sound of approaching sirens filled the air, indicating that time was running out.

"Fine." I smiled, clutching the bag in my hand.

"You want it?" I taunted, and he slowly descended, his eyes returning to normal, and the pink glow dissipating into thin air.

"Go get it then." I smirked, tossing the bag into the river.

"No!" He yelled, rushing toward it, while I swiftly ran back to the other side and dived into the water.

The helicopter's searchlight followed me, but the water provided ample cover.

Captain Britain was left in the river, unaware that I had already made my escape to the other side.

This had been one hell of a heist.