Of heart and toughness.

Part 1. A sirens song.
 
My heart is all I have left.
 
If this was a test of the emergency broadcast system. I could go back to my day. Back to the chicken coup. To the garden. Berry picking down in the gulch. School. You know that moment when you recognize Ma really does know best. Shouldn't have gone up to the cabin.
 
But it is not a test, its real. As real as possible. Worse than any nightmare.
 
I dropped someone. Who did nothing to me. He was just there on a rooftop that people I care about desired to control. I watched him fall hit the concrete below. His skull cracked on it. I make a sick joke to show my toughness to the Leaders of the free energy resistance. Mixed in with some Cascadian home cooking. Nothing is right. Nothing left of this to takeaway. No win is just! No loss worth the price.
 
Part two. The end of hero.
 
Presently, its them. All of them, or me.
 
Without a tell I fly at flameface. Somehow as soon as I do she bursts into a fireball. Way worse than throwing a rattle can into a bon fire. I'm roasted like one of those terrible birds down in town. Sit there all day drying up. That's how I feel inside and out. Funny, in the dryest sense of humor, as I drop out of the air all I can think about is landing on the street below.
 
That's new she didn't come down to finish me off. Fine. Let's see how Frank and the body of Lorenzo are. Oh not this. Lorenzo is a shell of himself. Laying in a pool of his own blood. That snaps me out of it. Turn to Frank. Screaming Frank you gotta wake up. Grab him like a gravel shaker. Frank comes too. Looks beaten. Tries to act tough. I have none of it. But he won't leave. Like the cows in the pasture who won't come in for a milking. Than him!
 
Don't cry for the bad man.
 
Axiom hiding in his hideout safe and sound. Tells me to get back into the fight. I'm having as much of that as Cascadians do of ditch politics. He tries to get bossy. Frank wants to fight. Okay. Two against one. We'll go one more round with the Leaders of the free energy resistance. This time carefully.
 
Part three. Where angels are free to tread.
 
The unforgiven.
 
I fly up and around the corner. More of our boys are down. Have to presume they are ...... with the angels now. I go into where angels fear to tread! Something is happening though. Looks like the Leaders of the free energy resistance and their buddies Level 37 are no longer on the same team? I need to see this from a distance. Yes they are fighting. Or at least blue....wait a minute! I remember blue....from.....that time in Denver. This is okay with me. Even smile a bit. Let him and Honey Badger knock each other out I'll pick off whatever is left. I hope it's blue. He's not going to get away with what he did in Denver.
 
That flaming bag of (radio edit) though. She's no angel and if she can figure out my attacks. Do I telegraph moves that much? I'll need to figure something else out. Need to drag her though the hog wallah leave her in a bog! No time like the present to see if it was a lucky shot. What's the worst thing that can happen? Going down in flames. Like a wingless Icarus?