Comstock brought his fist down on the nova's neck and felt bone and sinew tear apart. Before the injury could register, a wave of heat blinded him and he collided violently with a wall as an explosion rocked the building.
He dusted himself off, watched Zeus cook a pillbox with a torrent of lightning, and got to his feet. The man he thought he killed was back on his feet, screaming for Allah and none the worse for wear. Must have regenerated. As Comstock reeled in surprise, the man swung the butt of his rifle for Comstock's head. The blow was much stronger than it should have been, but ultimately the entire weapon shattered with the force of impact. Rookie mistake.
They traded punches for a short while. The man was good, and every time Comstock moved to grab a limb or pin him to the ground he would slip away like a cloud of vapor. Joker that this guy was, he left a grenade each time he slipped away. The third one actually did some damage, driving shrapnel deep into Comstock's face and shoulder.
Still, as cheeky as this guy was, he'd only erupted maybe a month ago. He didn't know that he should have run while he had the advantage. While he was busy dodging Comstock's fists and screaming prayers, Phantasm had a chance to line up the perfect rabbit punch. The fight was over. The shooting had stopped, and Zero was yelling something in the native language, apparently in control of a machine gun nest with RPGs and munitions.
The metal fragments in Comstock's face melted down and seeped under his skin.
"Hell of a day. Thanks P." He dusted himself off, let his extra mass go, and gave her a thumbs up.
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They were just outside Mogadishu. A cleric had gotten his hands on some freshly erupted men and women and started selling miracles. It wouldn't have been quite so bad except that these Novas were true believers and eagerly slaughter a group of Christian missionaries and then some US servicemen in neighboring Djibouti. A miraculous victory, they proclaimed it. Killing baselines didn't sound like a miracle to Comstock anymore; it felt like cheating.
After the July 4th attack, T2M was called to deal with the problem, and it looked like they were going to be done before sun-up. Gravitas was a bit worn out from all this cross-continent jumping, but if he was up to it they might even get back to the Strip in time for the fireworks, thank you eleven hour time difference.
"Frostburn, this is Comstock: we have four novas subdued and in custody. Does that match the US Army report? Four Novas? Over."
"All accounted for. Start pumping them full of drugs and cuffing them. I've already sent helicopters your way to pick them up."
"Copy, Frostburn. Hey, are you getting leave with the rest of us? Coming out to my parent's place? It'll be great. No politics. Great view. Over."
"We'll see. Frostburn out."
"Alright ladies and gentlemen. You are fine, beautiful people all of you. Let's get these guys drugged, restrained and handed over."
Some soldiers, doctors, and two other Utopia Novas Comstock didn't recognize came flying, requesting "custody of the prisoners" who were being transferred "to a holding site in Bahrain for processing." Pretty standard procedure. Comstock signed off, shook the woman's hand and sent the Novas on.
"Nice work team. Uh, I don't want to sound like Pax here or anything but I am glad we've got ways of controlling these people." The alternative to this sort of justice was outright killing, like the elites did, and the last thing Comstock wanted to have a score printed next to his name.
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