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 THE RAFT 
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The Raft was in flames. Iris had stopped on a quay looking out towards the raft. Alarms blared as helicopters circled the prison, beams of light cast down trying to help the people on the ground see what they were doing as well as identify threats. She looked up as a couple of the jets S.H.I.E.L.D used rushed overhead, moving in and landing at the Raft. She was about to rush towards the prison, begin working on containing and controlling the threat when there was an explosion from further down the street. Followed by screaming.

She turned her head to see a man in prison garb pulling a woman out of a burning shop. Iris took off towards him driving her shoulder into him. The speed at which she did so sent the man careering away, letting go of his hostage out of shock till he hit the street nearby. Before Iris had the chance to think about what she was going to do with this convict, obviously moving him back to the raft was out of the question. Six more figures appeared out of nowhere, circling her. She could already tell, that these weren’t metahumans. These were just your average run of the mill criminal. She laughed as she turned to look at them all. “Really guys? Circling me? Like that’s going to work.”

“You’re outnumbered missy.” Iris turned her attention to the man who spoke, tall, broad, built like a brickhouse. He was obviously the ringleader of this little gang of miscreants. 

“Yes, I am outnumbered by average men. Do you know who I am?” One of the men snarled as he dove for her. To Iris he moved slowly, she twisted and stuck her leg out to trip him over. Pulling back and standing in virtually the same spot as before, giving the would be attacker a swift kick on the backside as he fell to the dirt. Ass in the air.

Iris was needed at the prison, she knew that much. It wouldn’t be that long until the Surfer made another move, either powering up more crazed lunatics or coming for them directly. The problem was that not everyone who had ‘escaped’ the prison was intent on causing chaos inside the prison walls. There were those of more resourceful means, more malicious intent who decided to make their way into the city and cause trouble. The police were already going to be stretched thin, not to mention Spider-Woman wherever she was. 

To the outside world she became a blur, one second the men were standing with her in the centre. The next they were sitting in a circle with their hands tied together behind them. For Iris it took time. She started by running into a nearby hardware store, picking up a length of rope that suited her means. Tying it around the wrist of the first, she yanked him closer to the second. She continued this trend until she had a line of them, pulling it round a nearby lamppost and tying the final two together. 

This was followed by a swift and unceremonious punch to the head of each of the criminals. By the time they woke up the police would no doubt have control of the situation. Iris moved back to the woman who was being dragged before, offering the woman her non-burnt hand to help her up. “Thankyou, Flash.” Iris smiled at her.

“Anytime, now if you’ll excuse me.” She thought about what Barry would say in this situation, something to defuse the tension. Make things seem lighter than they were, ease the tension and put their mind at ease. Iris shook her head as she chuckled lightly. “Gotta run.” Turning she disappeared in a flash of light. She stormed the waterside, punched a couple of escaped convicts. Some of them in a in a state of undress that she’d rather not think about ever again. If anyone was watching the waterfront they’d see a blur moving between buildings, fires going out and people being moved around. Nodding to herself, she had apprehended the majority of the people had seen in the immediate area.

Iris leaned, hands over knees as she stood on the bridge that lead to the Raft. She sighed as she looked up at it, fires raged. Shouting could be heard, gunfire, chaos. That wasn’t to mention the fact that the Surfer had yet to make an appearance. She took off in a sprint towards the prison. There was still work to do, still lives to be saved.
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