Sphinx by Doc is licensed under a Creative Commons license.
I pull off the back door of the paddywagon. A cop flies out too, thumping hard on the concrete. The supervillain’s last henchman is ziptied to the seat. Another officer looks back through the window. My exoskeleton smashes through reinforced glass and cop skull alike.
“I was wonderin’ when we’d get sprung,” the henchman says.
My head swivels toward him. “Who hired your boss?” The ectoplasm from the villain’s defeat still smears across the San Matias sky.
“Wha? I dunno.”
“Damn.” I turn to leave.
“I thought you were getting’ me out?”
“Psyche,” I say, and tear out his spleen.