Look Out!

The doors opened... It was a group of armed thugs! "Hands up!" one shouted, and then they started firing without warning! You and she took cover: where she hid behind Luthor's desk, you hid behind a corner. The mouths of their guns lit up with every bullet shot, and sparks appeared at where the gunmen pointed. You had to do something, so you channeled a light blue whip in one hand and darted out towards them! As they continued firing, you waved your hand back and forth to have your whip slice through their handguns and machine guns. Like butter...

But you didn't make a clean attack, for one or two bullets cut your skin. One thug told the others to fend you off, while he went towards a red spot on the floor... They went after you, armed with a wooden bat and a chain two-thirds as long as the holder. You were sure, as you poised to defend yourself, that you could handle these guys. But Mercy jumped in front of you!

She hopped up and did a roundhouse kick right in their faces. "Thanks. But I can handle this," you informed.

"Don't flatter yourself, buster," she retorted. "They took my boss, remember?" But when you remembered the third member, you turned to see that he wasn't at the red spot--the blood drip. You fixed your gaze to the front door, and all three were running out. "Yeah! Keep running, punks!" But something didn't sit right with you.

Frankly, you hardly had a chance to ponder the situation because all of a sudden, you got a large jolt into your system! You fell limp on the floor and before you conked out, you heard a strangely familiar voice... "Sweet dreams, chump..."