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Posted by Moon Knight
on 11/5/2009, 11:55 pm
68.142.171.45
Meta-human Crime Unit
“Okay people saddle up!” Captain Murtaugh barked from with in his plain looking office. He swung the door behind him as he left just hard enough to get everyone’s attention in case they weren’t listening. “E.S.U.* has intel on some terrorist cell or something going on up in midtown and we’re going with. I want everyone who can other than whoever’s up for the next one on me in fifteen.”
Detective Tarmonds squinted his eyes as he unlocked the drawer on his desk and pulled out his custom .45 auto and slid it in his holster. He was at his Captain’s side before his partner had managed to unlock his own drawer. “What’s going on?”
“Sons of Anarky or some shit bag group is holed up in a warehouse for a meet tonight and we are moving in on them.” Murtaugh frowned as he slid his vest over his head. “I’m getting too old for this sh*t.”
“Been telling you that for years. When you’re retirement date again?” Axl stood beside his partner finally having placed all of his weapons where they needed to be.
“What’s it matter to you aint like you got a chance in hell of getting the promotion.” Murtaugh surveyed his men all five of them and sighed. You’d never hear him say it out loud but the other two might as well have been red shirts from Star Trek because weren’t worth the salary the city was paying them but right now he needed manpower so he’d take what ever he could get. “Let’s roll out.”
Axl looked at his partner and shook his head. “I’m telling you he needs to stop watching Transformers with his grandson I think he’s getting an Optimus Prime complex.”
Mark smiled. “Says the thirty five year old who has no kids and still knows all their names.”
“Hey I like a good flick now and then what can I say.”
Warehouse; Midtown
“We have gathered here today to witness the birth of a new order! An order that will bring fire and cleanse the vile city of New York!” Anarky stood his wide brimmed hat doing nothing to block the gleam from his golden mask. He paused long enough to let the roaring die down just a bit. A quick glance at Flagsmasher who stood at his side much like a enforcer or bodyguard would let him know everything was at the ready. “Today we let the people of this city know what it is to live in fear! To know that they will pay for their normality and complacent lives! Today we shake things up a bit and shatter their glass towers! Letting the shards rain down over any who stand in our way!”
From his perch high atop the ceiling joists Moon Knight had heard enough. Reaching down to his belt he pressed a small button that initiated the countdown for the charges he had placed on the opposite end of the warehouse. If things worked as he had planned there wouldn’t be time for a reaction from Anarky and Flagsmasher before he put them down hard. And like so many other rag tag groups like these that had come before once the heads were removed the rest die away. His mouth moved with the countdown…ten…nine…
“But first we have a special treat for you!!” Anarky smiled beneath his mask of gold. “Today you will realize there is nothing that can stop us!!
…six…five…
“Behold!” Anarky swing his arms wide and raised his staff high pointing directly at Moon Knight’s position. “The first of our victims!”
…two…one…nothing.
%^*@ me! Moon Knight growled beneath his breath as he pressed the button again even though he knew somehow they had jammed his signal. When he looked back up he noticed Flagsmasher was not where he had just been and he knew he needed to move. Diving from his perch he barely avoided the heavy mace as it slammed where his head had just been. His grapple line shot out and its teeth took hold into another joist down the row and he began his swing twisting his body to direct him over the crowd and back toward the stage.
The mace ricocheted from the steel joist and back into Flagsmasher’s hand as he charged to meet Moon Knight’s landing head on. He wanted to be waiting for him when he set down. He wanted to teach him a lesson he would never forget.
Anarky’s left hand darted out catching Flagsmasher’s chest stopping him even though the difference in size between the two would normally had said that it would not be possible. There is something to presence after all. The staff in his right hand had produced a blade just before let it sail through the air and through the cord attached to Moon Knight’s grapple. There was a roar from the crowd beneath him as they awaited his landing.
But this was a good thing because it masked the sound that came from beneath Moon Knight’s mask when he realized he could not secure a second line in time to keep from falling into the maw of the crowd.
Moon Knight nearly succumbed to the darkness just from weight of all the people who leapt upon him. His chest tight from the pressure he barely was able to breath when several loud booms and flashes of light brought him back to the here and now.
“Move! Move!” Captain Murtaugh shouted as soon as E.S.U.’s flash bangs had went off. The first wave of fanned out past the door and began discharging their pepperball guns into the crowd. The small paintballs filled with Oleoresin Capsicum broke sending their contents over the those unlucky enough to be in their trajectory. The second wave of E.S.U. officers entered and did the same fan but knelt in front of the first and when several of the crowd turned their direction unleashed a volley of bean bag rounds.
Mark and Axl were next through and Axl managed a leg trip as one eager young man tried to rush past. He fell atop him instantly and quickly placed the plastic tie cuffs around his wrists behind his back. Looking up he saw the ghostly white figure of Moon Knight rise from the midst of the crowd on a grapple that jerked him toward the stage where the two main targets of their raid stood. He sat down atop his prisoner and began to laugh.
“What’s so damn funny!” Tarmonds yelled as he tossed two of his own prisons past his partner toward the waiting E.S.U. detainment detail.
“I cant believe I even for a second thought you might be him.”
“What?”
“I’ll explain later.” Axl stood pushing the man toward the detainment detail. “For one thing you just don’t have the build for it.”
“Hey I work out. I work out a lot. I’m just lanky muscle.”
Moon Knight landed in front of Flagsmasher in a crouch, crescent darts flying from his hands as Anarky began to back peddle toward the rear of the stage.
Flagsmasher brought his mace down deflecting most that came his way. He ignored the rest as he raised the mace for a downward killing blow even as Anarky began tearing himself free from the darts that held him against the wall.
-TBC in battle-
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