Wild Night In Town 05

Of all the items in her bag of tricks, solid light cost Dazzler the most.  It soaked up her reserves like a sponge.

And after using it to take to the air and then shoot down 12 heavily armored HYDRA goons, (and because of that armor she referred to them as "Darth-Nazis"), Alison Blaire was pretty drained.

Especially considering, not more than ten minutes ago, she also used it to take down 31 Dreadnaughts. 

Thus Ali now stood on the sidewalk drawing in all available sound.  She was also waiting for 24 more of those jerks to show up.

Hail HYDRA! Cut off one head and two more blah blah blah yap yap yap. 

Fortunately those two heads never showed up. Unfortunately there wasn't much sound in the area for her to absorb.

The loudest thing there was her idling motorcycle, Ol' Paint.

The breeze.

A distant barking dog.

Buzzing insects.

And the telltale hums of the traffic lights and surveillance cameras. (What spy group DIDN'T have surveillance cameras?) 

Where were the helicopters that were all over the place earlier? 

And the other vehicles that had been chasing her?

She couldn't even detect footsteps. Of either men OR killer robots. 

It was like she, the six Darth-Nazis sprawled out on the street between her and her bike, the other six, out cold, on the church rooftop across the street, and whoever or whatever was waiting for her inside that church, were the only ones left in the area.

Maybe that was it.  Whoever or whatever was in that church, more specifically the underground complex beneath it, WOULD be the ones to deal with her. Everyone else was sent back to station.

Good as theory as any.

Dazz looked around and saw three parked cars.  Seemingly ordinary and modern enough to have car alarms.

The next order of business was to take out the security cameras.

Because One: They knew she was going to enter the church. She didn't want them to know HOW she was going to do it.  And Two: If they knew how her power worked, converting sound into any form of light, she didn't want them to know how weak she currently was. She didn't want them to see her use her bike and, hopefully, car alarms to throw more wood into a dying fire. And, hopefully, the battery in Ol' Paint's hyper-sonic emitter now had a little recharged juice in it to give Dazzler a few seconds of sweet super sound.

Ali used her sound absorption ability like sonar and tracked the positions of the cameras. Then, stepping out into the street, she got into position and lasered each one of them. Then Dazzler punctured a tire of each of the three cars.

YES!

Car alarms! More noise to play with. 

She blew on her finger like it was a gunslinger's shootin' iron.

But, as she was about to proceed to her bike and rev it's engine, the six Darth-Nazis laying at her feet exploded.  THEY didn't actually explode. Protrusions on their armored shoulders just suddenly started unleashing a thick concentrated cloud of gas. In less than a second Dazzler was covered up within a thick, billowing, toxic fog.

Coughing.

Gagging.

She staggered out of the malevolent mist with her hands over her face.  Falling to her hands and knees she coughed and gagged some more before collapsing onto the pavement. Laying there as still and as unmoving as the HYDRA goons within the gas cloud.

Once the cloud dispersed the front door of the church opened. The woman with the rifle that stepped out clearly wasn't dressed for Sunday go to meeting. 

She looked down at the troops sprawled out on the street. The whole thing had been a sacrifice play. They knew they couldn't beat this so-called Dazzler. Anyone would could take out 31 Dreadnaughts with the ridiculous ease she did was a true force to be reckoned with.

Force alone would not work against one such as her.

But cunning and guile would.

With permission she booby trapped the 12 troopers who would then confront the Dazzler.  And when the inevitable, and embarrassingly swift, defeat came it was a simple matter to wait until the mutant was in the perfect position. Once Dazzler was in the middle of the six fallen troops all she had to do was press the remote control and trigger the gas nozzles.  The rest was history.

The woman cautiously approached Dazzler with her rifle at the ready. Just in case the mutant was playing possum.

"What the hell were you thinking, genejoke? Riding into town like some B-western cowboy? Saving the day all by your lonesome?" The targeting laser of her rifle was now directly on Dazzler's temple. "Welcome to real life, lightweight."


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