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do?"
    Jim said, "We're computer majors.  On the side we dig out information for, err, Psystar."
    Mike nodded.  Diva immediately thought that they must be really boring to hang around with.
    I shook my head.  "They've really helped a lot on some cases just in the last week."
    Diva said, "Oh, so you guys are kind of like investigators?"
    Jim looked up, "Yeah, I guess you could put it like that."
    "By the way, Black Tiger mentioned that he needs to get a hold of those blue people.  So if you see them or they call you, give him a call, okay?"
    "Uhh, okay."  Why didn't he call me to mention that himself?  Hmm.
    They delivered our food and we all took the time to eat in earnest.  While we were eating, Diva's thoughts wandered and she began thinking about her kiss with Black Tiger.  I almost choked on my sandwich.
    Then both of our H.E.R.O. phones went off with an event.  We pulled them out simultaneously - it was a robbery in progress not far away, and the robbers were openly shooting at people.  We looked at each other.
    I said, "Sorry guys, we need to stop a robbery.  If it's really quick I'll swing back here to pick you up, okay?  I'll stop by here regardless in case you're still here...."
    I quickly stripped off my jeans and shirt, grabbed my gold belt and gloves from my pack and asked them to hold onto my stuff if they would.
    Diva and I ran to the exit and took to the air, checking the direction on our phones for the robbery's location.
     

 
     
    Chapter 6 - Robbery
    Diva's Viewpoint
     
     
    The robbery turned out to be at a pawnshop.  There were two patrol cars already at the scene, and a pair of bad guys were hiding in the doorway.  Flashes came from guns from both sides as they shot back and forth at each other.
    The robbers had the bigger guns - at least until we landed.  I flew to a stop well above the scene and motioned to Psystar.
    I said, "Those are normal bad guys, I can just fly down by them.  Do you want to fly down by the police, make sure they are okay, and then run in behind me?"
    Psystar said, "Yeah.  Try not to punch the guys too hard, you won't want to kill them.  If you walk past them, or just destroy their guns I can walk up and make them submit to us."
    "Ooh, submit to us!  I like that."
    "I meant give up."
    "Oh, well, that's more boring, but it'll work.  If anyone is badly hurt by the police cars are you going to help take out the bad guys first?"
    "Yeah, we need to stop them."
    "All right then.  I'm heading in."
    I shifted my flight gear to go at a fast pace directly down toward the front entrance.  I glanced back once to catch Psystar's golden hair shimmer in the light as she shifted toward the police vehicles.
    I came in too fast and the balls of my feet slammed into the ground, cracking the cement.  Not as if a fast landing really affected me other than my balance a little bit - I had to ensure I wouldn't land on the heels to avoid breaking them.  My ankles and knees took the shock the same as if I were walking.
    I turned and waved to the officers, "I've got this!"
    One of the officers shot me in the belly.  I put my hands on my hips, tilted my head and gave them a stern look.  Then the robbers behind me began shooting me with their machine guns.
    The bullets felt like fingers poking at my back.  One bounced off my head, several poked me in the butt.  I turned and looked at the robbers.
    I walked quickly toward the front entrance and the men with machine guns.  Bullets poked me from my thighs, up my torso, and one thudded into my cheek.  At least that didn't hurt like the inside of my mouth - and this time I kept my mouth shut.
    I grabbed one of their guns when I reached them and crushed the barrel.  An odd explosion came out the back end as the man fired it again.  He fell back with a bloody face.  His partner fled into the building, so I grabbed the man next to me and threw him at his friend.
    The thrown man's feet struck the fleeing man, knocking him over.