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Posted by Blue Beetle
on 8/17/2008, 11:02 pm, in reply to "Quiet Moves: New Directions (Part I)"
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"Buzz.....Buzz...."
The hum of the flickering streetlight is drowned out by the distant sirens of emergency vehicles. Knowing this side of town at this time of night, in all likelihood they belong to police cars. He stands beneath the malfunctioning light pulling his worn jean jacket tighter. He can see his breath in the cool night air; his bones can feel the temperature dropping. His clothes are dirty; patches of brown dust litter his jeans and jacket. A few patches even cover his face, where a five o'clock shadow lingers. His dirty blonde hair covers his forehead, his bangs, dangling over his eyes.
"Damnit." He sighs, again watching his breath form a small cloud in front of his face. He takes his left arm out of his jacket pocket and glances down at the watch on his wrist. The red crystals glow through the cracked face plate.
"Not going to skip out on me are you?" He hears the voice come from the alley behind him. A bald man walks out of the shadows towards him, two larger men walking next him. The bald man is dressed in expensive slacks and what must be an expensive leather jacket.
"Was thinkin' you'd bailed." He responds looking at the three men who join him on the street.
"C'mon Costner, you know me better then that. I'm a little insulted actually..." The bald man looks over one of his escorts who takes out a small plastic bag, a white powder filling it. "Now you have the money?"
"Yeah, yeah..." His hand shakes as he takes out a wad of cash, the bills are wrinkled; they crunch as he fumbles with them.
"Good, good." The bald man nods, the empty handed escort taking the money. He counts it quickly before silently nodding. The second escort tosses the plastic bag. The man known as Costner dives to catch it before it hits the ground. The bald man walks silently away, his companions following him back into the shadows.
"You think he's dead?" Michael Carter, Booster Gold asks as he fires a burst of energy from his hands towards the Mirror Master, who dodges the attack by jumping into one of the jewel stores glass cases.
"What do you mean sir?" Skeets, Booster robotic companion hovers nearby. The two had come to the city and the jewel store off of a lead from one of the historical records housed within Skeets's CPU. A month ago Ted Kord had hacked into the tiny security guard droid, and not only unlocked records relating to his future but other important events. The first of which was supposed to occur at this very spot nearly half an hour ago.
"I mean do you really think that Blue Beetle is dead? His body could have been vaporized and that would explain why they never found one. Or he could have been transported to some hell dimension where he would rather be dead. Or he could have been turned to stone. Or...” Booster continues as he floats in the air waiting for Mirror Master to make his next move.
"It would seem that you have given this a lot of thought. It is hard to determine his exact fate however; my records of this time have not proven the most reliable. And they would point to the most obvious explanation. Occam's razor." Skeets states as Mirror Master emerges from across the room, his lower torso still in the glass.
"Force field Skeets!" Booster barks the order, Skeets wastes no time deploying a force field around the upper body of Mirror Master. "I don't see what a razor company has to do with Blue Beetle."
"I was referencing the 14th-century English logician and Franciscan friar William of Ockham actually."
"Now you have a choice, you can come with us whole, or my friend here can move the part of your body that his force field is currently locked around. Now I'm not a doctor but I think that might hurt. So what's it going to be?" Booster lands on the ground with a soft thud, the Rogue cursing underneath his breath regretting that he'd taken this job in the first place. No amount of money was worth this.
"If you're records are wrong, why have we been running around the entire world following these leads?" Booster looks up at Skeets through his gold tinted glasses. Before Skeets can answer a man wearing a finely tailored suit walks through the shattered glass of the front of the shop.
"Booster Gold I presume." The man picks up a piece of the glass; he uses it to look at his reflection and straightens his hair.
"Yeah?" Booster keeps one eye on the man in the suit and the other on Mirror Master, who begins to rise as Skeets pulls out the rest of Mirror Master's body from the dimension he had been traveling through.
"Excellent I've been trying to get in touch with you for a while now. You're very hard to get a hold of. You don't know me but I have the feeling we could be very good friends." The man smiles reaching into the lapel of his coat.
"I'm not sure this man is entirely trustworthy, I think it would be best if we get Mirror Master to the proper authorities." Skeets flies closer to Booster.
"How rude of me, I forgot to properly introduce myself. My name is Maxwell Lord, and I want to make you the biggest hero on the planet."
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