Moments later, Amazing Woman smiled as she flung her Amazing Rang to trip the legs of the escaping gang member. The young white teen fell face first on the cement road. He grunted and moaned as the tapping sound of Amazing Woman’s heeled boots approached.
“You’re the last one still conscious,” said the black heroine as she grabbed him by the collar and pinned him against the side of the Japanese import car. “You know that means sweetheart, you’re going to be the lucky one who gets to answer all my questions.”
“Fuck you, I don’t know anything,” said the young brat.
“I know you’re the brains of this outfit, you dress like a young rich kid who’s daddy made it big on Wallstreet. I’m assuming this is also your car, probably not stolen, bought by your daddy. I also observed that you paid for the drugs for your friends moments
ago, flashing all that money in your wallet. I’m surprised you didn’t come with a couple of hookers… Joey.”
“How do the fuck do you know my name?!” he cried.
Amazing Woman held Joey in place by twisting his arm painfully behind his back, as she explained, “My binoculars are very state of the art, allows me to contact with a secret government database for instant facial identification. That’s where I learned all
about you, Joey Adams.”
“Comeon, my friends and I were just having a little fun,” said Joey.
“Is that beat up that homeless kid… for some fun!!??” growled Amazing Woman.
“Please, don’t tell my dad, he’ll disown me,” whined the kid. “Besides still three thousand in cash on me, maybe we could work out--”
Joey was interrupted as Martha slammed his head against the roof of the car. He then fell to the ground unconscious like the rest of his friends.
“Was that really necessary,” said a voice from behind the heroine.
Amazing Woman quickly tensed her muscles expecting maybe a fight from more gangmembers, instead stood the young man she first met at the homeless shelter.
"Brett..." she said.
Brett couldn’t believe his eyes. For the second time today he was face to face with a beautiful black woman. He knew it was the mysterious Amazing Woman that everyone seemed to talk about.
“Yes… What he and his friends did to you wasn’t right… but when the police come, they’ll arrest the gangmembers and drug dealer, but Richie Rich here will likely walk with no charges. He needed to be punished beyond a simple slap of the wrist.
Then as if on cue police sirens from about less than a short distance away were heard.
“Damn, for once they’re early,” complained Amazing Woman as pressed a button on her utility belt signaling the autopilot of her Amazing Mobile to come pick her up. “You better come with me, or else they’ll think you were apart of this.”
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