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Dennis flinched and threw up a quick construct shield, sending the bullet ricocheting high into the sky.

A small mass of bloodied pigeon feathers flopped onto the street beside them.

“Awww, Valiant…”  Dennis said mournfully.  He turned and fired two charged bolts from the Golden Rod at the duplicate Dirty Harry.  He ran three steps and took to the sky.

“Eaglet, what exactly are you doing?  Over.”

“Buying myself a few seconds to think about things.  I’m dealing with two metahumans, one who can change his form by replicating movie quotes… maybe TV as well.”

“And the other one, Eaglet?  Over.”

“The other one hasn’t said anything yet.  Seems to be able to change shape as well, though.  Potentially even less limited to form.  I saw the other one take the form of multiple people at once...”

“Eaglet, reminder about the codenames and that you have to use the word ‘Over’ at the end of your transmissions.  Over.”

Dennis sighed in frustration as a bullet ricocheted loudly off his construct.

“Don’t sigh at me...”  The old man chided.

“He has a very big gun and doesn’t seem too worried about using it.  Fortunately I’m faster than him and the constructs seem to be able to take care of it.”

He reverted back from Dirty Harry to the stock standard dirty adolescent, staggering and leaning against a row of parked motorbikes.  

“I think I’m getting the hang of this.”

The boy looked at what he was leaning on, looked back at the Aquilifer and leered.  “Say, that’s a nice bike...” His voice changing in its mimicry.

“Wait… where do I know that from?   That’s--  Oh no…”

He changed form into what looked like a LAPD police officer, his skin briefly flashing in a metallic appearance.

“He’s a T-1000!  He knows Terminator 2 and he’s now a goddamn T-1000!”

The police officer’s arm took the form of a long metallic blade, which he swiftly swung at the floating Aquilifer who barely raised a defensive shield in time.

“ # Don’t die… Let’s not die.  Try not to die.  Let’s live and not die… because dying is less good, and living is somewhat bet-ter… # ”  Dennis sang to himself as he dodged sharp metal limbs and gunshots from the metallic mimic.

Dennis took to the sky once more, he swooped down and fired an energy bolt at the Quote King.  Which he took in stride, and swatted the Aquilifer away with a long metal limb.  The Aquilifer bounced off a building, and shaking his head clear, he took to the skies once more.

“Maybe--  Maybe I can wait him out.  He seems to only change for short periods of time.  Over.”

The T-1000 began to charge, but then his gait changed and staggered.  He was reverting back.

Dennis levelled the Golden Rod at the boy, and fired off an energy bolt.

For a split second he thought he saw the boy grin.  He could faintly hear him call something beneath the sound of the charged energy blast.

“Kneel before Zod.”

The blast discharged.  Smoke filled the street and when it cleared, a single bearded man dressed in black and silver stood in its place.

“Aw crap…”  Dennis said, surrounding himself in a spherical energy shield, as he quickly tried to pull up and make an aerial escape.

Seconds later, the black and silver man took to the sky and with a single punch Dennis was sent sailing hundreds of metres inside his little bubble.

“I’m dealing with an angry, evil superman now…  This is not good.”

“Eaglet, I keep telling you.  You have to finish your transmissions with over.  Otherwise I don’t know when it’s clear to talk.  Over.”  Alan responded.

But the old man, found himself receiving a stream of verbal abuse.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!?  I’m trying not to die here!  I’m going up against someone who can basically change himself into anything he can think of and I’ve got you in my ear going on about trivial radio bullshit so much I can barely thi--”

Dennis caught himself.

“Huh…”

A plan began to percolate.  Dennis just had to keep himself alive long enough to implement it.

The Quote King was a black streak, arms a blur as he used super speed trying to land a punch whilst Dennis did his best to hold tight with his shield construct.

Dennis was hopelessly outgunned, but fortunately his opponent was inexperienced at using such a diverse and brilliant powerset, tried to beat him with pure blunt force, which even Dennis was able to deflect, providing he didn’t try to directly take on the violent criminal’s strength.

Seconds seemed like eons as the Aquilifer counted down until he’d revert back to his true form.

Then he peeled off.  Sensing his own power waning, the Quote King tried to return to the ground to make sure he wouldn’t freefall.

Dennis picked his moment.  Just before the Quote King could land, he grabbed him with a construct and flung him back into the air.  Swooping over to get in his face, before he could regain his bearings.

“ # Uptown Girl!  She’s been livin’ in her UP-TOWN world!  I bet she’s never had a backstreet guy!  I bet her mamma never told her why! # ”
  The Aquilifer hollered, singing slightly off key as he threw the Quote King around the city.

"Eaglet, what exactly are you doing?  Over."

“ # She’s been livin’ in her whitebread world!  As long as anyone with hot blood can!  And now she’s looking for a downtown man!  That’s what I am! # “
  Another high toss sent the Quote King, now back in his regular form soaring out of control over highrise buildings.

“ # And when she knooows what she waaants from her TI-HII-HIIIME! # “

“STOP!  I can’t--!”

“ # And when she waaaakes up and maaakes up her MII-HIII-HIIIIND! # “
 Dennis was singing in an exaggerated high falsetto.

“ # She’ll see I’m not so tough!  Just because!  I’m in love with an UPTOWN GIRL!  MY UPTOWN GIIIIIIIRL! #
 Come on!  Sing it with me now!” Dennis yelled.

“Stop!  Oh God!  I can’t even think!  I’m gonna---”

“ # And when she’s waaalkin’ she’s looookin’ so FIII-HIII-HIIINE! # “

“I’m gonna be sick!”  The Quote King cried out, before throwing up his lunch.

Dennis smiled wryly as he caught his opponent and the escaping contents of his stomach all in another construct and flung them all back up in the air again.  Coating the forlorn supervillain in his own mess.

“ # And when she’s taaaalkin’ she’ll saaaaay that she’s MIII-HIII-HIIINE! # “

“ *Blub* Oh God!  You’re a goddamn monster… *Blub*  I hate you--  I hate you so much!” the freshly tumbledried Quote King of vomit muttered.

Dennis dove down and dropped him on the asphalt, certain he’d had enough.  Before walking up and knocking him out with a single swing of the Golden Rod.

“Pretty sure that one wasn’t exactly ‘By the Book’, Eagle-One.  But that’s one down and one to go…  Where’s the other one gone?  Over.”

But Dennis didn’t need to ask at all.

He turned around and saw a yard-sized throbbing fist of an animated mouse from a yellow woollen sleeve.

“Eaglet, should be at your 2 o clock.  Over.”

“Yeah…  Yeah, I--I see it.  And I don’t think it’s very happy with me.”

* Uptown Girl © Universal Music Publishing Group - Written by Billy Joel
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