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“The White Hare is about to lead me down the rabbit hole” John Dark softly whispers as he parks his motorcycle, the Stalker, in the shadows of a scrapheap.
Big Frankie, the Russian crime boss, had proceeded into the junkyard alone leaving his driver to guard the limo. Foreshadow swiftly dispatches the chauffeur quietly with his wrist blades stabbing the guy in the back. The man never even knew it was happening until it was too late. John activates his night-vision and proceeds unhindered deeper into the yard following Profky Lebedev’s trail.
Foreshadow pauses to listen as a door creaks open somewhere up ahead. Zooming in with the telescopic capabilities of his mask lens he is able to make out a small shed, door now standing ajar. Big Frankie has already disappeared inside. Wasting no time John Dark closes the distance to the shed and catches the door before it slams closed. He enters the darkness beyond and makes sure that the door closes behind him loudly enough for Big Frankie to hear it. He would hate for the mob boss to get suspicious and come back to see why the door hadn’t closed behind him.
John follows a spiraling set of stairs down three flights until he is rather sure that he is now underground beneath the East river. At the bottom of the stairs he finds a hub with doors leading off in eight different directions. Along the floor resides a large compass with and arrow pointing at each of the doors labeled North, North East, East, South East, South, South West, West, and North West. Big Frankie was not in the hub nor was there any indication as to which door he had taken.
“Which door leads to Wonderland?” he asked himself aloud.
He didn’t wait long for an answer. The North West door opened and three men in cheap suits came through holding semi-automatic pistols in their hands. They spotted him at once and opened fire. Foreshadow leapt over the stairs railing and kicked his heel into the forehead of the nearest gangster snapping his head backwards. Then using him as a shield, Foreshadow maneuvered himself closer to the next man and threw the one into the other knocking them both to the floor.
The third thug continued to fire at him emptying his magazine. Foreshadow launched a hawk-star knocking the gun from the man’s hand and then closed in and delivered an uppercut to the man’s chin shattering his jaw as the armored gauntlet of his right fist connected.
“Must’ve tripped a silent alarm” John figured before tying the three men up so they couldn’t ambush him on the way back out.
Foreshadow then went through the door that the three guards exited and made his way along a damp corridor with a grated floor. Water dripped down from the ceiling which presumably came from the river overhead. As he arrived at the midway point he found a ladder going up to a hatch up above. Now he had another dilemma, does he continue forward to the end of the corridor or climb the ladder? He didn’t figure Big Frankie for the athletic type and couldn’t see the man hauling his heavy frame up such a small metal ladder so he continued forward toward the far end.
Before he made it to the door the knob began to turn. Foreshadow fired off a grappler towards the ceiling and pulled himself up and out of view. Here he hung and waited to see who would come through. Another man in a cheap suit stepped out followed by a Doberman pinscher. The large black dog immediately caught John’s scent and looked up before barking loudly.
“What is it you mangy beast?” the man said in heavily accented English “there’s nothing up there.”
The guard looked up but could not pierce the darkness and so he did not see Foreshadow hanging there motionless. Instead he yanked on the leash attached to the dog’s collar and swore as the Doberman stood his ground unyielding. Before the guard could contemplate his companion’s weird behavior Foreshadow detached his grappler and fell on top of him knocking the other man flat against the grated floor.
Then he punched the man hard in the face knocking him out just as the dog pounced on him. The large beast slammed into him with enough weight to bowl John over. Then salivating fangs went for his throat. He caught the Doberman’s throat in his own armored grip and held him at bay for a few seconds. Then he slammed his knee into the dog’s stomach and forced the canine off.
“I don’t want to kill you dog” Foreshadow warned the beast “you better turn tail and run.”
The dog responded with a vicious growl as it charged forward attempting to slam into John’s legs. This time Foreshadow was ready for him and leapt over the dog as it charged forward and kicked the canine in the butt with his left boot. The Doberman sprawled onto the floor and John went through the door before the beast could attack again.
On the other side of the door was a lavishly furnished room which could have been found in the foyer of any five star hotel. There wasn’t a single person in this fancy waiting room that John could see but there was only a single door leading off on the left hand side. This is where he went next. The door was locked tight, possibly dead bolted on the other side. But his attempt at opening the door garnered a response from within the next room.
“Password” the voice said.
“Open Sesame?” John replied.
There was silence as if the man on the other end was contemplating his answer. Then the door burst open making way for a hail of gunfire. Several armed men and a couple of women were apparently interrupted during a poker game. Foreshadow dodged the swarm of bullets and delivered a roundhouse kick to one thug then continued his momentum carrying his feet in rotation until he knocked out all of the mobsters.
Once everyone of them were unconscious on the floor he gave himself a satisfied grin and continued on through the door at the back of the room. This door led him into another part of the sewer. A pit of sewage was off to the side of the room and only a narrow catwalk to carry him across. He proceeded over swiftly and through another door beyond.
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