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Posted by Moon Knight
on 6/3/2009, 2:44 am
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Now Marc Specter endlessly scours the night, searching for evil. His body and very identity shattered from his service to Khonshu, who controls his life...and just may bring about his death.
Grant Mansion; Long Island
The blacked out Mercedes rolled through the gates as they opened then turned toward the expressway. It traveled for nearly half a mile before the driver turned on the headlights.
Marc sat in the backseat, the monitors that were in the seats in front of him were dark. “So any more specifics?”
“Talk is there are some new players trying to stir the pot so to speak. They got all the impressionable youths, gang bangers and misplaced thugs singing up for a tour. They are trying to start a gang war that wil make the Gotham riots from a few years back look tame.” Crawley kept his eyes focused on the road as he weaved through traffic.
Marc nodded. He wasn’t there but he had heard enough through the circles how bad the Gotham riots had been. “Sounds like Jake needs to make an appearance.”
Crawley jerked the wheel hard to the left then pressed the accelerator to the floor. “That sounds good to me then maybe you can drive me around.”
“If you would just get your license we wouldn’t need to worry about your driving.” Marc smiled as he braced himself with his arm as they took a corner much too fast.
Undisclosed Location
“Tictictictictic.” The man dressed in black mimicked the sound of his fingers on the keyboard as he typed. The monitor before him had numerous windows open as he gathered as much information about his next target as he could find. A few back doors later and he had hacked a server that listed the disavowed registered heroes that H.A.M.M.E.R. had black listed after Osborne had taken over what used to be known as S.H.I.E.L..D. He reached over and brought the Jack in the Box drink to his lips and took a long drink from the straw. “Sluuuurrrp.”
He sat the drink down and quickly downloaded all information he could on Moon Knight and when the knocks came from the door he stared for several seconds. “Knock. Knock.”
“Swish.” The man known as Onomatopoeia then took the cresent dart from his coat pocket and sliced it through the air. Then he pulled down his mask, the smile still visible even beneath the cloth before he stood to answer the door.
Manhattan
The yellow cab turned down the street and Jake Lockley noticed that all the street lights had been broken out. He pulled the cab over and let the engine idle as he watched the people loitering up and down the street. His eyes caught four drug transactions in less than ten minutes. The sellers took the money then signaled the runners who took off and grabbed the number of gel caps that the guard watched over at the stash spot then ran to the opposite corner and delivered the goods to the buyers. Business was good from the looks of it.
The back door opened and a man poured himself into the backseat. “Fifth and Lexington.”
Jake turned his mirror to look at the man who popped a gel cap off one of his most recent purchased and proceeded to inhale the contents right there. “Sorry I’m off the meter.”
“Bullsh*t.” The man didn’t move except to lean forward and when he did Jake caught the grip of a pistol in a shoulder rig beneath his jacket in the reflection.
“I’m waiting on another fare.” Jake answered. “Meters already running.”
The man looked around then his glassy eyes focused on two men standing near the curb. Then collapsed further into the back seat. “*&^% me.”
Jake looked at the two men as well seeing Crawley talking to an even taller well dressed gentleman. Definitely looked out of place in this neighborhood. The two men exchanged handshakes then approached the cab. “My fare’s here buddy so you got to get out.”
The taller gentleman leaned into look at his friend in the backseat. “This isn’t our cab Cal.”
“*&^% you Mo.” Cal McDonald looked at the ghoul and his friend then back to the cabbie. “Thought you ghouls walked everywhere? Why does he need a cab? I’m the one who’s all *&^% up here. I’m the one who needs the ride not him.”
“Crawley is not a ghoul.” Mo’Lock answered then opened the back door to pull Cal out much to his disagreement. He nodded his apology to Crawley as the long haired man climbed in the backseat.
“Good news Marc.” Crawley said as soon as he sat in the seat. He saw the driver mouth the word Marc as in a question and Crawley realized his dissociative disorder may have crossed deeper and his multiple personalities were beyond normal disguises. “Sorry. Jake.”
“What have you got for me?” Jake asked.
“I got a dead kid found over on sixth that was supposedly in with these people maybe you can get a hold of your contact and set up a meet.” Crawley then turned to look out the passenger window. “Oh and I got a place for their next meet.”
Jake’s knuckles tightened on the steering wheel as a smile crept across his mouth.
-TBC-
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