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After several weeks of snooping and the beating of quite a few thugs, the vigilante known as the Midnight Avenger finally had a lead “Dark Eagle”.
“What kind of name is Dark Eagle” John asked?
“What kind of name is the Midnight Avenger” Mark replied.
“Touché” John conceded “but where is this guy now? He has to be long gone from Saint Katherine’s Bay.”
“I’ll try to track him with the GPS satellite, cross referencing information found in the FBI’s database” Mark offered “but it will take some time.”
“Better get to it then” John suggested.
A few hours later…
“Wayward City” Mark said into the communicator “New Jersey!”
“Thanks” John said as he landed softly onto the roof of an apartment building “guess that means I can take a break from patrol. How about booking” he began but was cut off.
“No problem, your flight leaves in two hours better get packed.”
“Thanks Mark, but how do I get my weapons to Jersey?”
“Already ahead of you, the metal I used to construct the gauntlets is a rare alloy that I call Invisium, which will not show up on x-ray or set off metal detectors.”
Four hours later the plane touched down in Wayward International Airport…
As John Dark Jr. hailed a taxi he tried to memorize the nearby street names so he could find his way back quickly if needed. A few minutes and several blocks later he found himself at the check-in counter of the Hotel de la Gato. After scribbling his name in the ledger and handing over almost a week’s worth of pay he finally had a key to room 214.
Once inside the room they considered a suite he quickly changed into his “night” clothes and took to the rooftops. Mark had given him a lead on a pool hall where several of the mafia’s enforcers hung out. Hopefully he would get some answers here.
As soon as he stepped inside he found the light switch and plunged the place into complete darkness. Then John activated his night-vision lenses and surveyed the room. A man wearing a dark eagle headed mask sat in the back of the room his hand on his revolver.
“I planned on gathering information here but I didn’t expect the Dark Eagle himself to be here” John thought.
John Dark made his way over to the table and punched the man in the stomach with his left gauntlet. Then he grabbed the guys’ collar with his right “alright Dark Eagle, time to pay for your crimes!”
“Get off me” Dark Eagle roared unloading the .44 revolver at point blank range.
Luckily for the Midnight Avenger the darkness threw off the hit-man’s aim. John dove under the table using it as a makeshift shield. He extended one of his blades and drove it into Dark Eagle’s foot. The mafia man screamed in pain and kicked out with his good leg connecting with Midnight’s thigh.
John lost his balance and went down as Dark Eagle reloaded his gun. The prey had become the predator as the hit-man started shooting again, this time with better aim. Midnight weaved his way through tables dodging behind other mafia types, letting them take the bullets meant for him.
As the man ran out of ammunition again, Midnight fired off one of his grapplers knocking the gun out of Dark Eagle’s hand. The mafia man turned and ran out the back door, leaving his gun behind.
Midnight retrieved the firearm and followed the other man’s trail. His mind screamed “trap!” But it couldn’t be avoided. After all this time, his father’s killer would not get away from him. The back door led to an alley, the left ended at a chain link fence, the right went out to 7th Ave. John looked up and saw Dark Eagle vaulting from the top of the fire escape onto the neighboring building.
The Midnight Avenger fired off his grappler and scaled the building in seconds “you made a mistake now, the rooftops are my stomping grounds!”
But as he landed on the roof, Dark Eagle was nowhere to be seen. The hit-man had simply vanished. Midnight scanned the shadows looking for the man’s hiding place. He found it just in time to see a flash of light as the muzzle of another gun exploded. This time the assassin didn’t miss! John realized that as pain spread across his midsection. Looking down he noticed his black uniform soaked in blood. Then everything went dark as he fell backwards over the edge of the roof.
The Dark Eagle took flight over the other side of the roof as fast as he could. He didn’t know who the man was that had come after him. All he knew was that the man held a grudge. But how long had he held the grudge? Dark Eagle had killed so many people in his time working for Franklin Harrier it was hard to figure out which one might be able to have triggered this response.
But his biggest concern however, was how the man had found him? He had kept a low profile for nearly eighteen years without once tracked after a hit. So what had he done wrong this time? It was too late to tell. Dark Eagle just had to get rid of his pursuer. The .44 round in his stomach might persuade him to give up the chase. But somehow he wasn’t sure that a man wearing a costume with glowing green eyes and blades on his arms was one to give up that easily.
Midnight plunged into the darkness and felt a few bones break as he slammed into a dumpster at street level. The impact brought him back from the brink of unconsciousness. There was no way he could keep up with the assassin now. His body would not respond to his commands. He took everything he had just to keep his eyes open.
A voice crackled inside his mask “John do you read me? John, are you alright? I heard an explosion man come on talk to me!”
Mark sat there at his computer and pondered his next move. Then he remembered the news report he saw last week. There was a man in Wayward City, one who also had a secret identity. One who might be able to reach the Midnight Avenger before the cops showed up. But how would Mark reach him?
Voltage patrolled his city on an almost daily basis. As an electrician for the city he was on call 24 hours day and didn’t have a set schedule so he was free to don his suit as often as he chose. This particular night he received a strange call at home from a man in Saint Katherine’s Bay. This man claimed to know he was in fact the superhero Voltage and needed his help. The man swore up and down that a vigilante known as the Midnight Avenger was somewhere in his city and in trouble.
If a vigilante had shown up on his doorstep, why had Hercules Cole not already known about it? Besides that he now had an ally in one Melanie Neidich who called herself Bombshell. Shouldn’t one of them have caught wind of his arrival? Either way he had to find the man fast before the cops did.
Voltage and Bombshell split up the city, each searching half of it. Each one also listening to police scanners in case the police did get to him first. But so far no gunshots were reported and no bodies found. That could mean only one of two things. Either the man wasn’t in the city or he was on the Westside, gang territory. No one there ever reported anything to the police.
To be concluded
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