Murray Hill || A Superhuman Tale - 1

Chapter Seventy-Eight

The scant moment of silence that followed was broken by a familiar voice.

"I reckon you're gonna need someone to walk the bride down the aisle now," said Sam. "I'd like to toss my hat into the ring."

Tommy was fatigued beyond words. Somehow, he rolled the remains of Morse from atop him and lifted his head enough to see Sam Babington sitting on the sidewalk not 10 feet away. His friend was smiling.

"Coulda used a little help ...," he managed to rasp out.

"Nah ... uh-uuuhh...," came Sam's deep baritone. "Pappy always told me never get mixed up in a family's squabble." He chuckled deeply. "Besides, you had him under control."

"Six ... Seven ..." rasped Tommy.

"I broke Six's neck with this I-beam ... over there," he said, pointing to the right and patting a heavy metal beam to his side. "And after I used it to polish of Four ... over there," he said, pointing over Tommy's shoulder, "Seven jumped behind the wheel of one of those army trucks parked ... over there," he pointed to his left, "and drove the hell out of here."

"We won?" asked Tommy.

"We won," confirmed his friend. "Unless those two idiots you threw against that mountain come back. But I sort of doubt that. You and your pappy have been mixing it up for almost two hours. If those two ain't back by now ...."

Tommy breathed easier and managed to crawl to his hands and knees.

"I still need to shut down those anti-aircraft guns," he said after clearing his throat. "We don't want them figuring out how to engage targets on the ground as we depart." He motioned toward the medical center. "And I am not leaving that building standing."

Sam nodded his agreement. "I'll start getting some vehicles together. You get some clothes on before you do anything. You'll frighten people."

An hour later, Sam,Tommy, and those they had come to rescue departed The Farm, forever.