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Untold Tales #2
 Maggia & Mad Science: Part 2
Or that *somebody* was coming, anyway.
The Angel had planned on sneaking in - but there were a lot more goons here than he'd been expecting, and they were specifically on the lookout. He'd been spotted, a gunfight started, and he'd found himself pinned down behind a stack of crates. Whatever was in them was, thankfully, too important for them to shoot through, but they weren't giving him an opportunity to move, either.
Ignoring taunts and curses from the other side of the crates, the Angel checked and reloaded his guns, then glanced up at the skylight. Something caught his eye - at first, he thought it was just a star, but it was too bright for that, then his mind said 'spotlight' but it was too red for that - and he couldn't hear a helicopter. Finally, he settled on 'fireball', but he didn't know what that meant - before realizing it wasn't really any of those things.
It was a Torch.
The skylight shattered, raining broken glass into the building and onto the people below. Far less confident curses arose from the group of Maggia goons, most spinning around to open fire at the Human Torch - unlike the Angel, he had no need or interest in stealth. The gunfire did little to slow the Torch, and the burning man launched flames back at the gunmen - mainly heating the guns up enough to cause the men to drop them.
The Angel, for his part, popped up from behind the crate, pistols at the ready, and used the distraction of the Torch's appearance to open fire himself. The men who didn't drop their guns due to the heat would drop them due to the new holes they suddenly found in their legs. He was careful with his aim - careful as could be, anyway - and did his best to ensure everyone would survive the night. Even if they wouldn't all technically walk away from it.
Either one of the two so-called mystery men would have been able to clear the warehouse by themself - between the two of them, it took no time at all. Overall the firefight lasted seconds, leaving a group of wounded men groaning and tending to their various burns and bullet holes. The Angel stepped out from around the crates, reloading his revolvers. The Torch reached out, pointing his fist towards him - the Angel recognized it as the equivalent to holding a gun on him.
The Torch spoke. "The Angel, right?" Thomas Halloway nodded, holstering his guns. "Right. And you're the Human Torch." Halloway didn't have to ask - it was hard to mistake him for anyone else. The Torch responded by lowering his arm. While that was being settled, the Angel kicked illegal guns away from their owners, across the room so they had to work a little harder if anyone decided to try to get the jump on them.
The two Mystery Men approached each other, but the sound of cars pulling up outside drew their attention - The Torch annoyed by the apparent coincidence, but the Angel wondered if whoever knew he was coming had planned this. The Angel drew his guns again as they listened to the sounds of car doors opening and slamming shut, and voices speaking amongst themselves as the mobsters checked their submachine guns.
Then, they heard another voice shouting from somewhere outside.
"Nobody move and nobody gets hurt!"
The Torch and the Angel gave each other a look, each wondering if the other knew what was going on, as the men outside stopped their approach and looked around in nervous confusion.
"On second thought - Go ahead and move!"
The two ran towards the door to try to stop whatever was going to happen next, but before they could, laughter erupted out of the darkness.
And gunshots.
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