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Got Gal, Issue #007

August 10, 2013 in Got Gal Tags:

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Issue #007 – – – – – controlled by Keith Nixon – – – – – Credits 105

Probably it was a terrible idea for Got Gal to go out what with all that was going on.  The police, a Brain, and everything else this crazy twisted version of her city might throw at her.  But a hero is a hero and she wasn’t going to start picking and choosing who to help and who not to.  Dumping her sensible clothes in favour of her bikini costume (in for a penny in for a pound) she wrote a note for Looking Glass: “Got a date with a Devastator. BRB. Love GG!”  Then she ran out of the door and leapt into the air.

Careless, or perhaps care free was a better way to describe it, Got Gal was nevertheless not crazy.  Instead of blasting high overhead she streaked from building top to building top.  Staying low, maxing out her flying speed where possible.  It’s not easy to identify a blur.  As she made her way towards the city center she tried to remember what she knew about Devastator.  Huge guy?  Big muscles.  Really, really strong and mostly invulnerable?  She was pretty sure it was something like that.  Her memory was coming back in fits and starts and she seemed to remember him being one of those bad guys who left a lot of property damage in his wake.

The site of the battle was easy to find.  Got Gal navigated by following the trail of destruction and then identified Devastator’s current location when an eighteen-wheeler went spinning up into the air like a child’s toy.  “Oh,” She said to herself.  “I think he’s probably a little stronger than me.”
Below she could hear sustained gunfire, screaming, wailing sirens – the usual signs of a massive superhuman battle.  She arced down to the nearest building top and landed for a better view of what was going on.

Below – an enormous muscular man in a dark purple spandex suit and half-mask stood amidst a ring of police cars.   He was atop the wreckage of a large fountain which was now little more than a pile of rubble in a large puddle.  Three of the police cars were on fire.  There were uniformed bodies scattered around the area.  Two costumed people, who she presumed were Dragonfly and Hummingbird, were crouched behind a wall of police officers who were advancing on the villain behind a sheet of riot shields.  Got Gal shook her head.  What were riot shields going to do?  Heavy plastic versus a guy who could casually throw trucks over skyscrapers?  Crazy.  The heroes didn’t look like they were a whole lot of use either.  Hiding behind the cops?

Got Gal flashed down to the ground and landed between Devastator and the police with her hands on her shapely hips.  She tutted at the forces of law and order.  “Do I have to do everything myself?  Where are your big guns?  These licensed heroes?”
“Who the hell are you?” Devastator roared.
“Hey sweety,” She grinned.  “I’m Got Gal.  Now how about you calm down a bit and let me take you into custody?  This doesn’t have to be a huge battle.  Your rampage has probably already got every insurance broker in the city cutting their wrists.”
“I am going to smash you into pancake,” Devastator told her.
“I like pancake,” She replied.
“And then I’m going to smash you some more.”
Got Gal sighed.  “Yes, I thought you might take that approach.  Okay then.  But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Devastator started towards Got Gal and then stopped, mid-stride.  His eyes went blank, as though he were staring at something far away.  Then they rolled up in his head and he toppled to the ground.  “Wow,” Got Gal breathed.  “I really am good.”
“Don’t move, miss,” one of the police called out.  “We have you in our sights.”
“Hey!” Got Gal complained.  “How about a ‘thank you’?”
The police line parted and the man in the flimsy Dragonfly costume stepped forwards and pulled off his mask.  Got Gal swore when she saw the bald head and pasty white face beneath the mask.  The penetrating eyes.  The severe pinched features.  She knew a Brain when she saw one.

“Bloodhound, I presume?”
“At your service,” the fake Dragonfly grinned.
“Let me get this straight,” Got Gal said.  “You deliberately released Devastator and did possibly millions of dollars of damage simply to draw me out?”
The Brain smiled.  “We think you’re worth the effort.”
Knowing she didn’t have much time, Got Gal leapt into the air.  She was sure she could fly away before his powers could get a grip on her.  She fell to the ground, her ability to soar skyward apparently absent at this time.  Bloodhound laughed: “Powers not working the way you expect?” He asked.
“Don’t need to fly to kick your ass,” Got Gal said and ran at him.  The police opened fire.

It must have been Got Gal’s lucky day because the bullets zinged to her left and right but none hit her.  She reached the Brain and tried to punch him in the face – but the other costumed person – Hummingbird? – intercepted her and blocked the blow.  Very, very fast.  Although she kept her most confident grin in place, Got Got was now very worried.  A Brain, a whole load of police and now a tough speedster?  The Brain laughed again as her second and third attacks were also blocked by the lightning fast opponent.  Still, it was one thing to block blows aimed at somebody else and another entirely to block them aimed at you.  Got Gal kicked Hummingbird in the stomach.   The woman went over double, breath blasting out of her as the attack caught her off guard.  Got Gal turned back to Bloodhound only to find two police pistols in her face.
“I’ve got rather more backup than you,” the Brain chuckled.  “Hummingbird may be down, but you can’t dodge a police bullet.”
Just then both the police seemed to levitate.  For a moment they hung there in the air and then they went flying over a nearby building.
Behind them, Devastator’s stood, his massive girth blocking out the sun and dropped both Bloodhound and Got Gal into shadow.
“I ain’t nobody’s ruse,” The massive villain growled.
“But you shouldn’t be awake yet,” Bloodhound looked shocked.  “You should be out for hours.”
“Underestimating somebody like me is stupid,” Devastator said, coldly.  Then he turned to Got Gal.  “They had me locked up and made the mistake of giving me a way out.  I’m takin’ it and leaving.  You got a choice, girly.  Side with these guys that wanted to capture you and slice up your brain or whatever.  Or throw in with me and let’s teach them a thing or two about what real Abnormals can do.”

Got Gal looked from Devastator, to the line of nervous police and the shaken Brain.  There were too many guns and she couldn’t fly at the moment.  Until her drained power returned she wasn’t able to escape this without help.  But Devastator was a stone cold killer.  A rock and a hard place.  As she tried to decide which way to go she heard a distant crash, like a clap of thunder.  “Sonic boom,” Devastator said.  “We have to go.  He’s coming.”
“Who is coming?” Got Gal asked.
“Captain Courage.”


2 Responses to “Got Gal, Issue #007”

  1. Junius Stone Says:

    Captain Courage. Local Superman?

  2. False Bill Says:

    should of stayed at home!

    So the devil you know or the one you don’t?

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