With brand new ally the Composer runs
A cure they hoped they found
They ran to meet the dying cops
Time was running short
All the doors around HQ
Were shut and locked so tight
Bars blocked every single window
They could only watch the anguish
But Composer smashed the glass behind
The bars supposed to guard
An anxious tune moved from her mouth
As she slammed the gas can through
Blue-grey mist seethed from the can
Expanding in the room
For an awful moment it looked too weak
But then it won it out
Evil fog was swallowed in good
Men could breathe again
They all stood up and found her there
And gave her silent thanks
She met the gaze of the now weak friend
His eyes urged her away
Humming still she sprinted off
They'd do the rest alone.
Next Week: Victory
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