Marc Spector was a soldier. A mercenary. A killer. And then he was a hero. A warrior priest for his lord Khonshu. God of the moon. God of vengeance. Now he leaps from the rf tops, spreading his cape against the night sky ad dropping to the streets, dealing pain to the bad men below. He is…
Meta-human Crime Unit Axl’s face turned red as he watched his partner laughing at him once again. “You know sooner or later I’m gonna figure out a way to make you look bad when you’re making a play and you’re gonna know what if feels like to be #$*& blocked.” Mark started to respond but the vibration of his cell interrupted him and he held out a hand to excuse himself from the conversation and take the call. “Detective Tarmonds.” He paused for a short time while listening to the person on the other end of the line. “Yeah I can do that. Give me about thirty. Yup usual spot.” Axl watched him flip the phone shut. “What do we have?” “We don’t have anything partner.” Mark realized that his tone had sounded more than a little harsh and quickly added. “Sorry that was my snitch got to go talk to him about that body dump on Sixth last night.” Axl gave him a yeah right smile. “I take it you don’t want some company?” “Want and need are two different things. You roughed this guy up once while back he doesn’t want a damn thing to do with you.” Mark threw on his coat and removed his black and silver .45 custom from his desk and slid it in his holster. “Sorry.” Axl watched his partner walk away and was already grabbing his coat and pistol before he was through the door. Beneath Queensboro Bridge Detective Tarmonds leaned against one of the many support struts beneath the bridge on the Manhattan side of the river. It was times like these that made him wish he hadn’t quit smoking. “What have you got for me?” Tarmonds tried not to flinch but damn no matter how many times they met he always got the jump on him. He turned toward the darkness to see the silver outline of his snitch appear. “Do you really need all this sneaking around?” Moon Knight didn’t answer he only stepped forward and took the manila folder from Detective Tarmonds’ outstretched hand. “Vics’ Josh Blake. Strandard body drop. No initial crime scene location yet--” “What was his connection to the underground army being built in Manhattan.” He ignored Moon Knight’s interruption it was just one more thing you had to get used to but he didn’t want to play the complete patsy. “Underground army?” Moon Knight stared and the longer he held it the brighter his eyes appeared. “Anarchist Movement of America.” “I’d hardly call them an underground army but yeah their the new separatist movement spreading their word. No connections to snatch and grabs or even hate crimes. Pretty damn insignificant if you ask me.” “When was the last time a separatist movement was this quiet?” Even as Moon Knight asked the question the more than obvious answer felt like a hand across Detective Tarmonds’ face. “They’re not. They can almost always be connected to some snatch and grabs or hate crimes.” Moon Knight let the answer sink in as he disappeared once again into the darkness beneath the bridge. They were going to making their move soon and he needed to make sure that move didn’t happen. Not in his town. ***** Axl scanned the area beneath the bridge where his partner had disappeared into with his IR binoculars. He hadn’t seen anything for well over eight minutes. He was two minutes away from giving his partner some backup whether he wanted it or not. Suddenly his vision was shocked by a bright flash that filled his binoculars to the point he actually threw them away from his eyes. He grabbed for his weapon as he blinked the burn from his retinas only to see the shape of the Mooncopter disappear into the night sky from beneath the bridge. Axl stumbled away from his position his mind racing with all sorts of ideas as he tried to make his way beneath the bridge. Finally once his vision had cleared he found himself among the support beams weaving in and out, the laser sight in the front of his Glock leading the way as it moved across the beams. Nothing. Not a damn sign of Mark any where. No bums either which was even more surprising this time of year but he quickly shook that from his mind. He had more important things to think about. Mainly was his partner Moon Knight? -TBC-
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