I walked in and the robotic troopers got into position. I saw this Dark Figure fly right up and pick a fight with that crazy girl. What did she get into this time? I don't know how she became the hero everyone is now calling Haley, but I don't care. I saw Haley up close, and I know she's not the real deal. It doesn't matter, no one would miss her if she was missing. She is physically and biologically a perfect fit for the Wright Brother's Plans. She punched him into the ground and caught a glimpse of me. I ordered the troopers, "Fire! Fire! Fire!" They shot there bullets. She dodged some of them, others just bounced off, but got the middle of her forearm.
She came around and went through the troopers. The Dark One rose from his crater and said, "I am tiring of this." He flew up and grabbed her wrist. She screamed, he must have been squeezing, Hard. They spun around in the air, fighting for the silver bracelet on her wrist.
Finally, just when she punched him in the face, he ripped off the Bracelet. The bracelet went flying from his grasp and flew through the air. Then it landed in the hand of some Lanky guy's hand. He ran for it and so did white hair. He let the now differently dressed Brenda fall and into my arms. I smiled down on the now terrified girl, back in her own clothes. I put my hand on her forehead, and zapped a couple of brain cells. She was now knocked out cold. I got what I came for. Time to head back to base.
The lanky man wasn't just holding the secret to my unlimited power, he was holding a very heavy mallet, which he was happy to swing, at my head. While I was trying to pull myself together, he ran into a random store. I could just barely see her, but I saw Haley waking up a little, she was tired. I said, "NO!" As she put on the bracelet and clicked it. Streamers of light burst out of the little trinket and cover her. They then disappeared and Haley was back in her regular uniform. Fantastic.
She stood up and cracked her knuckles. She said, snidely, "I'm back and I'm Furious!"
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