<div class="floatleft">(http://i152.photobucket.com/albums/s194/RequiemOgre/Games/livingblaze.jpg)</div>"You don't understand, Bobby" Blaze said conversationally as he sailed through the air.  Only a few feet below the traffic moved along a street, the occasional car swerving as they spotted him breezing along.  "I don't think you get how serious this situation is."<br/><br/>"PUT ME DOWN YOU FREAK!" Bobby screamed, his feet bumping across the roof of another car as Blaze dipped lower.  Held by the scruff of his greasy gray jacket, Bobby was flailing and twisting in the air and Blaze carried him through the sky.  "Ohgodimgonnadieimgonnadieimgonnadie..."<br/><br/>"Really?  You want to go down?  Here?" Blaze glanced down at the fat purse snatcher.  This was their third trip through the streets like this in the last month.  Last time, quite by accident, Blaze had dropped him while they were flying over the river.  He had a good feeling that Bobby hadn't forgiven him for that yet.<br/><br/>"NO!" Bobby screamed suddenly as Blaze dipped him between two cars, letting his feet scrape the pavement.  The sounds of horns blaring and brakes screeching sounded behind them, followed sharply by more brakes and a collision.  Blaze glanced back to make sure it wasn't serious, relieved to find that the trailing car had been quick to react, and the accident was just a fender bender.  Bobby's terrified shriek brought his eyes forward again as the delivery truck ahead slammed on it's breaks.<br/><br/>Blaze grunted and lifted with all his might, using both hands to haul the three hundred pound crook into the air and pulling him up just quick enough to save him but not in enough time to miss the truck all together.  There was a dramatic ripping sound as the leg of Bobby's jeans caught the edge of the truck, and soon Mercy Island was seeing more of Bobby the Purse Snatcher than it had ever wanted too.<br/><br/>"Sorry about that boss." Blaze apologized, then scolded himself immediately.  "Anyway, we've had this talk before.  You know that old women like keeping their purses, so why do you keep doing it?"<br/><br/>"Fuck you freak, put me down!" Bobby was desperately trying to cover himself and grab on to Blaze's arms at the same time, making him dance around in the air like a very fat ballerina.  "I won't ever do it again, oh God don't drop me again!"<br/><br/>"Oh, you promise huh?  Well, that's good enough for me." Blaze shot back, glancing around.  "What I think you should do is tell the cops what you did, like that mounted officer down there near the clubs.  Hey, look at that! You ever been up to the top of the Knight Tower?  What is that, like, two hundred stories tall or something?  Man it's big!"<br/><br/>Bobby screamed beneath him, squirming violently enough that Blaze had to really work to keep him in hand.  The burning in his arms had nothing to do with flame for once; if he didn't put this fat ass down soon, he was going to leave something new for the Street Service to clean up in the morning.<br/><br/>"Oh god, anything! Fine!  Fine!  I'M SORRY!"<br/><br/>"I knew you'd see the light of day Bobby."  He soared towards the club row, getting low enough to drop Bobby in front of a very startled horse before sailing down the street.  God, he loved his job.