IED

Slamming on the brakes, Private Jacobson stared
at the brightly costumed figure standing in the middle
of the road. He ignored the cursing of his team, and a
moment later several of them were spilling out of the
car, weapons at the ready.

This was a poor spot for an ambush: bombs had
leveled the buildings for a thousand yards in all
directions leaving only rubble and very little in the
way of cover.

The man standing in the middle of the road
ignored their shouted demands to surrender, and
instead he kicked a box standing next to the road.
The explosion was hot enough to be felt even from
a hundred feet away. They ducked and ran for cover,
only to stop and stare. As the fires died away, the man
in the Superman costume still stood in the same
position, although the lower part of his cape had
burned away.

He looked at the cape, sighed and then shot
directly into the air.

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