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Posted by Moon Knight
on 9/5/2008, 4:10 am
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The penthouse suite was easily accessed from the rooftop though a large window that offered little resistance to Moon Knight’s lock picks. There was a feeling of dread and death in the air. Even before he got a look inside he could tell he was too late for the party. The irony smell of the blood that reached his nostrils only confirmed it once he made his way inside.
The grisly scene that was laid out before him made every muscle in his body tense. He found between twenty and twenty two victims he wasn’t sure on a few of the parts and which bodies they belonged to. NYPD would sort out everything and a quick call to his contact inside would confirm the number so he didn’t dally on it.
Moon Knight jumped, deftly landing on the large table where his initial review from the window told him it had all began. A grab to his waist and he pulled a small camera, snapping several quick shots for his files and later review. Then upon returning it he pulled another many sided metallic device and positioned it on the table top activating it then leaving it to do what it was designed for as several laser scanning lights escaped from each of the sides scanning across the interior of the room. Once it was complete not only would it show him where all the bullet holes were the data it collected would be useful for reconstruction of the scene for later study.
It was easy enough to determine there was only one man behind this slaughter and could tell from the blood patterns and positions of the bodies that it was done quickly with nary a strike wasted. He knelt above the closest victim finding two lacerations, deep and precise. These matched all the others telling him it was only one type of weapon that inflicted the damage if not one man.
He glanced to the end of the table at a man who had slumped in his chair both eyes gone from their sockets. Moon Knight hovered over that man, then glanced to the end of the table where he had just moved from, then back to the bodies sprawled through out the rest of the room.
These were all connected men or their body guards. Their tattoos told him they were Boemseobangpa a Korean mob and not just your typical enforcers. This would leave a vacuum that would need to be filled quickly in their organization or they would fold and disappear like so many low level street gangs that vied for control of every little borough.
The smell finally hit him and he wondered why he had picked up on it before. It was similar to an electrical burn and from the looks of two victims that were struck down mid way through the room that they were the source behind it. Still he troubled over how it had come to be.
Moon Knight began tracing the combat as he made his way through the bodies, losing himself in the dance of the killer. The blows were precise; the movements from victim to victim were deliberate and smooth. No unnecessary steps no wasted energy and no trace of the killer being hit even once.
The small device he had left on the table released a hum then it pin pointed all the bullet holes in the walls of the suite. Moon Knight stood slowly turning to observe them all.
This should have been a bloodbath. Anyone short of Spider-man should have been laying on the floor beside the others. Whoever this Grendel is he needs to be put down, hard and fast.
The two detectives waited for the elevator doors to open. When the bell finally sounded that they had arrived at the highest floor the shorter one let out a long breath.
“You not gotten over that yet?” Detective Tarmonds asked his partner with a slight smirk on his face.
Axl shot him a sour look and quickly stepped out. “You try being in an elevator, have the cable snap and see how the f##K you feel about it every time you have to get in one after that.”
“Christ man it was a parking garage. It fell one f###ing story!” I’ve jumped farther than that!” Mark threw his hands up as he left the elevator.
“Don’t matter.” Axl didn’t bother looking back at his partner. They’d had the argument before and knew it wouldn’t be the last. He looked around in the lobby area of the penthouse level and stopped counting at twelve then stepped up to the closest uniform. “What’ve you got?”
“Coroner are in there now, waiting on you to give the clear.” The uniform swallowed. “All these guys are here for body collection.”
“All of them?” Tarmonds asked having never seen that many medical examiner employees at one crime scene.
“It’s a bad scene.”
“Any suspects?” Axl asked even though the tail tell signs from their briefing pointed toward the new player in town. Someone calling himself Grendel.
“Actually the witness who found the scene said he walked in on some masked guy dressed in white doing some sort of dance in the middle of the bodies. Don’t know but kinda sounds ritualistic to me.”
“Ritualistic? Yeah right get him down to the precinct. We’ll interview him once we’re finished up here.” The two detectives nodded then exchanged surprised looks. a little more tense as they opened the door. Marc let out a whistle and Axl bluntly let out a long series of curse words followed by voicing his frustrations. “How the f##k are we going to work this?”
“Same as we always do. One body at a time.” Marc pulled out rubber gloves and motioned for the techs to start snapping photos. “Who’s the M.E. on this one?”
“Tha-tha-that wou-would be me.” An lanky man in his late forties stepped from the wall.
“Heard we got a new M.E. I guess that would be you?” Marc held out his hand. “Detective Tarmonds. This is my partner Axl.”
“Jesus f###ing—its bad enough you call me that don’t start introducing me that way.” Axl shook his head.
“Ni-ni-nice to me-me-meet you A-A-Axl.” The medical examiner held out his hand toward Axl after shaking the other. “Like Axl Ro-ro-rose right?”
“Nice stutter, must sound great on the autopsy recordings.” Axl shook his hand with a smile. “But I guess its cute now a days to have an odd M.E. You know it’s the in thing. CSI has the cripple, NCSI has the funny British dude and the emo girl, and who do we get? We get a Porky Pig impersonator. Nice real nice.”
“Show a little respect to the man, will ya?” Marc stepped in front of Axl attempting to apologize non verbally.
“A-a-actually I have n-n-no problem when performing an au-au-autopsy.” The M.E. explained a little further. “Ki-ki-kind of like Mel Tillis. The co-co-country singer.”
“Whatever man. I’m gonna check the balcony for signs of entry.” Axl sidestepped several blood pools and at least two severed limbs.
“He’s not always like that.” Tarmonds ended it with that. “So give me the full tour doc even though I got a feeling we’ll be at your office for a while tomorrow.”
“To-to-tomorrow? M-moo-more like next week with all these bodies.”
***
Moon Knight crouched on the rooftop nearby. One hand held the night vision binoculars to his eyes while the other repeatedly clasped and unclasped at his side. He had gotten sloppy. He hadn’t even heard the hotel employee delivering room service. He didn’t want to think what it looked like since he had been in the middle of tracing the killers actions.
From the detective that exited onto the balcony he knew the M.C.U.* had been called out. That let him know his source would be able to get his hands on the files with out causing too many waves.
His staying in the area had proved to be pretty much mute other than though. He had hoped that he might have gotten lucky and found this Grendel lurking in the shadows somewhere nearby but of course it wouldn’t be that easy.
He waited till after the detective went back inside and then at the press of a button the Mooncopter came into view. Its engine was completely silent as it hovered in place, dropping a rope ladder with in arms reach.
Moon Knight grabbed hold then pressed a second button which began the ladders ascent.
***
However Moon Knight’s ascension did not go unnoticed. From above and behind him a figure stepped out of the deep shadow. The white eyes that covered his black mask standing out from the darkness.
“And so the time has come, the walrus said to talk of many things. Of shoes and ships and sealing wax. Of cabbages and kings.” A rare smile appeared beneath the mask of Grendel. “If you wish to involve yourself in the matters of others then you shall be brought to my attention.”
He watched the moon shaped craft disappear into the night sky. “Take heed hero.”
TBC
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