Street Fight: Medusa

"Good one, boy." Hands said, patting Shawn on the shoulder. Shawn only nodded. The Shield agents were gathered in the middle of the damaged road, arranged in a straight line.

"Now." Hands said, "What to do with you guys," He said, pointing his gun at Timothy. Timothy did not budge, staring at the barrel of the gun.

"Go on." Timothy said, "Do it, make yourself a cold blooded murderer."

"Sure, I'm not afraid. Unlike you guys."

"You have no idea what the Shield have been through." One shield agent said.

"Should I shoot him, now?" A young militant who was standing beside Hands. Hands said nothing, bending down close to the young shield agent.

"And how is that relevant to me?" Hands asked, "I'm just a simple merc in your eyes. Nothing is going to change that, is it? Just like nothing isn't going to change the fact that someone like Jacquez Ives or Zhao Fan will always be murderers to you, no matter how much of your wrongs you cover. " Hands stood up and sighed, "Ah...now I'm pissed. Jeff, kill them."

"With pleasure." Jeff said, "Yo, Mandy, got the camera rolling?"

"On it."

"Hurry up."

"Hey, don't rush me."

Jeff groaned, muttering under his breath. Hands sat down, smoking his cigarette in silence. "While we wait, let's talk, shield agent."

"Huh?"

"Let's talk." Hands said.

"And why would I want to do that?" Timothy asked, "Considering that you'd end my life anyway."

"Just wanted to pass the time that's all." Hands said, "Or is that to much to ask."

Timothy looked over at Shawn and looked back at Hands.

"He your son?"

"Who? Shawn?" Hands smiled, "Nah. He's my nephew. Took care of him ever since his dad died in a war."

"His dad was an honorable Shield agent."

"Yes." Hands said, "But his honor got him killed. By me,"

Timothy stared at him in shock. He turned swiftly to Shawn, the latter who still remained silent.

"What?"

"Oh, surprised? Yeah, he knows. But a job was a job. He just happened to be there, that's all to it."

"You monster."

Hands smiled, puffing his cig. "I'm guessing that you haven't been in much of a frontline before, have you? You're so quick to judge. My brother was simply there because he was ordered to be there, as was I. The only thing that changes is that we were all ordered...by the same person."

"Lies." A shield agent said.

"Suit yourself." Hands said. "Jeff, is the camera ready..."

Hands and Shawn turned to see a horrifying sight. All the militants including Jeff and Mandy had been turned to complete stone. Hands immediately walked up to Timothy, grabbing him by the hair and pointing his gun at him. Shawn scanned the perimeter.

"Oh. So he was part of you," the cold voice said, "I was wondering why he was the Shield agent not tied up. This makes things easy."

The moment Margaret had said than Shawn began to turn to stone. Hands could only watch on helplessly. Grunting, he took out another gun from his pocket and pointed it at her.

"Its pointless you know." Margaret said. "You are already surrounded."

"Wouldn't be wrong if I didn't try, right?" Hands said with a grin.

"Well, it is allowed, but it is still pointless."

Hands smiled, dropping the guns on the ground. Two shield agents immediately seized his guns and kicked him to his knees, while the other agents freed their comrades.

"Don't worry," Margaret said, "Your 'friends' are still alive."

"Well that's so kind of you." Hands said, "Could I get a soda as well."

His comment prompted one of the Shield agents to hit him with the end of his gun. He grunted, still keeping his smile.

"Well that helps a lot."

"Your 'parade' is over. Graham has been taken down."

"Not by you though." Hands said.

"And?"

'Oh, nothing, just wondering when the shield is ever going to deal with their own problems themselves."

Another hit to the head.

"That's enough," Margaret said, "I actually enjoy his comments. Keeps me more entertained than the rest of you guys,"

"I'm...flattered."

"The pleasure's mine."

"If I may ask, what becomes of us."

Margaret looked at him and smiled, "Life imprisonment. If you're not lucky, Tartarus."

"Damn."

Margaret shrugged.

"Margaret, let's not entertain him," Timothy said, "We've already lost too many men to them. It's sickening just looking at him."

"Sucks being you." She said with a shrug, "I'm just as happy as a lark."

The shot resounded once, echoing through the empty street. The shield agent close to Hands dropped dead, allowing Hands to break free. He elbowed the other shield agent, and dashed away. Margaret was about to petrify him when, out of nowhere, a shield agent drew out a broad mirror. Margaret looked at her reflection and fell to the ground. A red car pulled up opening the door for Hands to jump in. The car sped away, as it was shot at my countless shield agents. Timothy banged his foot on the ground. The traitor was handcuffed away by Timothy, the former who had a wide grin on his face.

A shield agent helped Margaret up to her feet. The girl looked around her completely bewildered, like she didn't know where she was. Timothy sighed, handing the traitor to another soldier. Walking over to Margaret, he patted her on the shoulder. It was going to be a long talk.

The one problem was Margaret was her split personality. One, which knew of her licht technique was cold and heartless, and the other was quiet, shy and clumsy. A look at herself in any reflection would swap them. To think they'd actually know about this.