by GoozX
Agent Turner stepped between Edulcore Cicciotto and the EPS agent Andrew Reynolds.
"What are you doing, Turner?" Reynolds asked, already knowing the answer. "You disgust me."
"You better light up quick, little 'glow worm,' because as I proved a few months ago, you don't want to mess with me."
"Same could be said from me," the voice was crisp and old, that of William Marcy Tweed, but he was nowhere to be seen.
"Cicciotto, get your son and get out! I'll do my part."
"Thank you," Edulcore said, much to Turner's surprise, given their past.
Turner then lifted his right arm and sent thousands of volts through the body of Andrew Reynolds, blowing apart his gun and sending the young man's body to the ground in a heap of convolutions. He would survive but would need a ton of Aspirin in the morning.
"Tweed, old man," Turner began, with a smile on his face, "show yourself."
The electricity flying around Turner's body seeped back into him. "How about we do this with no powers." Turner tightened his fists. "The ex-government agent versus the ex-Mafia boss."
Tweed slowly reappeared, a grisly smile upon his face. Cracking his neck, he said, "Bring it."
The two soldiers met in the air, Tweed slightly overpowering Turner and crashing him into the doors, busting them apart. Turner fought back with an upper cut and a quick, backhanded punch. Tweed spit out a little blood and fought back, catching Turner with a punch to the stomach. Turner clutched his teeth and continued his barrage of punches to Tweed's face.
Both men fought offensively, letting the other man get shots in. Turner smiled as blood flowed from his own nose, his smile growing larger as the bruises on Tweed's cheek spread and covered most of his face.
Edulcore watched from across the room, his clone in his arms.
Turner landed another punch on Tweed, this one all but taking him out of the fight. With a quick reflex of the hands, Tweed pulled a gun and shot Turner twice in the chest. Turner paused for a second and grabbed his chest with his right hand. His eyes lit up red, and electricity shot from his glowing eyes and struck Tweed in the head.
Tweed, for the first time he could remember, yelled in pain before passing out.
Turner held his wounds and fell to the ground. He was half-conscious, but couldn't get up.
Footsteps could be heard getting closer. Dr. Charles Walker would not be happy.