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The Hold-Up, part two

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Detective Angie Steward pulled up to the scene of the crime, almost hopping out of her car before she had finished putting it in park. The tall, shapely officer made her way past the throng of ambulances, fire trucks, news crews and police cruisers assembling all around her. The various sirens and flashing lights created a cacophony of sights and sounds as she pushed past various officers and rescue personnel, their expressions grim and jaws set. The bomb squad was also here as well as the city's high-threat response team. No matter how many times she had seen a scene like this it still twisted her stomach up in knots. The injured were being treated as quickly as possible, and those that couldn't be helped were being loaded in the back of the ambulances with white sheets pulled over them. A thick plume of smoke was rising from the crippled department store, surrounded by rubble and debris. Sergeant Muller was here, out in front, his pudgy outline not difficult to mistake. Angie made her way over to the seasoned AF veteran. He ran a hand through his greasy, thinning hair and gestured to her as she approached. His breath smelled like cheap cigars and cachous.




"Ang," he began, his voice sounding like gravel in a blender, "good to see you, despite the circumstances. We got about a dozen dead and about three times that many injured. I've set up a perimeter as far back as Washington Blvd and Reagan Park."




Angie nodded. "We heard anything about who is responsible?"



"Yeah, Ted Snyder - Blastwave. Claims he's got another two bombs set up in different locations around the city and if we don't pay him a ransom of thirty mil. and release him from custody he's going to detonate them both simultaneously in less than two hours. Best part of it is, this asshole somehow managed to set this all up during his trial for those bombings he set off two years ago, the Channel 2 explosion, 'member?"




"Where is he now?" Angie asked incredulously.




"Still at the courthouse so apparently he has an accomplice or a network set up best we can figure. He isn't acting alone in any event."




Angie cursed under her breath and looked at the devastated building. It looked like it could collapse at any moment and the block around it appeared to have been completely evacuated and locked down. Blastwave was known to be thorough--he used high-yield explosives, binary compounds and mercury switches--all built by a madman who had spent time disarming them for the military. This had to the first time she had ever seen one of the structures targeted by him still standing after one of his bombs. Perhaps his accomplices were simply not as well trained or experienced as their mentor. She quickly dismissed the thought. He wouldn't take all the time and planning to set this up and hire amateurs to screw it all up. It didn't match his M.O. The brunette cocked her head to one side and pointed at the building.




"Forgive me for asking, but shouldn't that have fallen down by now?" she asked the officer.




"Gets better." Was Muller's reply, as he rocked back and forth on the soles of his well-worn loafers, "Apparently Olga Yezhov was shopping in there right when the bomb went off. Right now she's the only thing keeping that place from completely collapsing and killing everyone else inside. A 911 call came through from a little girl telling us this a little while ago. Ironic isn't it?"




"The Soviet Superwoman... " Angie said out loud as she continued to look at the smoking structure. Irony indeed. Olga was the reason he was stopped the last time, after trying to hold the city hostage under threat of a fiery death. "Does Snyder know she's in there?"




"Not yet, media vultures only just arrived and haven't caught wind yet, but they will. Blastwave claims that if he catches any capes around he'll blow one of the other buildings regardless so we've been keeping a tight lid on it, but it will get out. It's also the reason we've waived away all the other Meta-types that have arrived for now. So how do you want to play this Detective?"




Angie exhaled through her nose. "Means he's got surveillance going on here. Maybe one of his accomplices is watching, possibly even has a triggering mechanism." She looked around behind her at the horde of spectators the police were keeping back behind the barriers, at the various rescue workers and firefighters, even at the other officers, some of which she didn't know. She chewed her bottom lips for a long moment before turning back and responding to Muller. "I think, I think I have an idea. Just keep these people back and have your men watch for anyone suspicious, possibly with a cell-phone or tablet of some kind--anything that could act as a trigger for a radio detonator. Feed the media a bullshit line about the building's modern architecture being the only thing keeping it up, I have to go and make a phone call fast!"




"You got it Ang." was all Muller could say as the detective turned and hustled back to her car. He had to admit, despite their professional friendship, he loved watching her go.



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Olga's arms were numb and had developed a slight tremor. Sweat was cascading down her rigid body as she struggled to maintain her hold on the collapsing building. She couldn't feel her legs and the tremendous weight against her shoulders forced her head into a downward position. How long she had been stuck in this singular position she wasn't sure. There was a cloying, stale smell in the air. The children had done their best to keep up a brave face. They were still gathered around her on the floor by her feet, some of them crying softly while others simply looked around in disbelief. The call to 911 had gone out and Olga was so proud of Keisha and now well she had handled it. The only problem was that she no idea when help was going to come or what had happened...or what was happening outside. The Guardians must have known what was going on by now. Help had to be on the way...they had to come. Even with all her significant strength, she was growing tired and didn't know how much longer she could keep the crumbling ceiling from crashing down and with it, all of the buildings upper floors. These children and the others possibly trapped down here with them couldn't die like that...she wouldn't let them die like that.




"Is help coming soon?" Alex asked, looking up at her. Her expression was one of growing concern and fear, the child's face covered in dust and dirt.




"Yes...of course it is...we dialed the 911 remember." Olga grunted back, trying her best to smile. It must have had some kind of effect for the young girl returned the same nervous smile.




"How long can you hold the roof up?" came the desperate wail of another little girl




"She can hold it up forever if she needed to!" Keisha snapped at her scout-mate. "Right Ms. Soviet woman?"




"Da...I can." Olga replied, doing her best to quash the unsure tone to her voice. "I just need you all to be brave and...wait a little while more. Can you do this?"




Some of them nodded up at her while other voiced back positive responses. Olga took short, steady breaths out her flaring nostrils as she continued to strain against the crushing weight. Every muscle in her body throbbed with pain. Her veins stood out from the exertion like a road map across her arms and legs. Her brand-new, beautiful black dress was ripped and ruined from the situation, stretched tight across her rippling form. The amazonian woman licked her dry lips with her sandpaper-like tongue. The heat down here was building and while it would have been more than tolerable under normal circumstances, now it began to stifle and suffocate her. She grunted and let out a small curse in Russian under breath.




"What did that mean, govno?" one of the inquisitive girl scouts asked.




"It was a bad word...do not repeat it." Olga chuckled, her brow unfurrowing for a moment.




Suddenly there was a banging noise, from underneath them. The floors shook, kicking up more dust and sediment all around them. What was happening? Was the floor now collapsing as well. Olga's eyes went wide and looked to the floor all around them. The girls began to panic and huddled closer, crying and screaming. The Soviet Superwoman let out a terrible bellow from deep within her lungs and pushed upwards harder. Nyet, this could not be happening! The ceiling began to crack and fracture more quickly now, both from the booming crashes shaking up from the floor and from Olga's exertion to further push it upwards. Her knees locked as her legs went ram-rod straight. Her massive shoulders were pressed hard against the crumbling, collapsing roof. With a Herculean effort, Olga's feet left the ground and she hovered in the air, a few inches from the shaking floor as attempted to drive the structure back upwards.




A hand burst forth from the tiled floor, blasting in outwards. Another fist hammered the opening in the floor open further and from it a woman's head emerged.




"AEGIS!" Olga exclaimed, a mixture of pure joy and relief.




"Yes mam, but let's save the reunion for later." She replied nodding. The ginger-haired heroine held both of her arms out and began to redirect the downward momentum of the collapsing building back upon itself. A force-field had formed around the ceiling letting it crumble about them so there was a safe pocket about the two heroines and the young girls, using it's own force against it. Olga let go, almost dropping like a rock back down to the department store floor. Everything on her hurt now and she felt weak as a kitten. Aegis--a look of intense concentration upon her face--continued to use her force-vector manipulation, as larger and larger chunks of cement crashed down about them. At last, the exit was barely visible through a semi-twisting maze of collapsed rubble. It's once beautiful glass doors now nothing but broken fragments and twisted steel frames. Seeing the way clear Olga motioned for the children to run towards the light.




"Go, now children!" she shouted at them.




The scouts all rushed and bolted for the sunlight, streaming outside towards the police and firefighters surging forward. Olga made her way over to the fallen den mother and lifted her up, placing the fallen woman over the shoulder.




"Is there anyone else in here, mam?" Sally asked, continuing to focus her attention on redirecting more falling debris.




Olga looked around at the rubble and utter state of the carnage all around her and shook her head sadly from side to side. "Nyet, I do not believe so." she replied in a low voice. "What is going on outside?"




"You'll have to ask Detective Angie, Ma'am, she's the one who contacted me and told me to come in through the basement. Recommended that we leave that way as well. Quite insistent on the matter actually."




The Soviet juggernaut looked at her for a moment with an odd tilt of the head, but nodded her agreement to comply with the odd request. Olga made sure she had a good grip on the injured woman before preparing to jump down through the cracked and broken floor.




"Sally...thank you. I do not know how much longer I could have held out."





"Considering your state of muscle fatigue, I estimate another 38-42.5 seconds," came the muscular red-head's reply, then with a quirky smile, "I said too much didn't I, mam?"





Olga smiled weakly and jumped downwards.



To be concluded...

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BIG thanks to :iconcele7110: for the artwork, letting me use his creation Aegis and helping me to edit this story.


Also a thank you to :iconhotrod5: for allowing me to use his property and creation detective Angie.


Soviet Superwoman, Blastwave and the story are my creation and property.


the earlier story referenced with Blastwave is here:


This takes place in :iconangel-fallsda:
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The-Highlander's avatar

Great picture (although it looks like Olga's dress won't last much longer!) and a really heroic story to go along with it. I'm slightly surprised that blastwave is still around, but good to see Aegis coming to the rescue. Now time to see what they do to Blastwave when they catch up to him!