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Chapter 1- Night at the Musuem
Midnight looms over the city, heavy rains blanket the streets and neighborhoods of New York City. The year is 1925 and for most New Yorkers are sound asleep all but one,
Sir Richard Hartley with the American Museum of Natural History, a elderly gentleman and adventurer with bright red hair along with a almost rosey cheeks and a hawk like nose giving him an air sophistication. Thanks to his sharp facial features he earned him the nickname of 'the Red Hawk' by his fellow peers.
Sir Richard is one the head archaeologist in Cairo, bringing back thousands of countless artifacts. He now spends most of his time behind a desk rather then the field, after an encounter with a rhino while hunting in the plains of Africa. He now needs the help of a cane to walk.
Sir Richard grabs his cane which by the way is made of rhino horn, the same rhino that attacked him. He limps over to the otherside of the room, to a glass container which holds a priceless artifact dating back to Ancient Egypt. Its a 20k golden scarab with premium lapis. He delicately sets it down onto his desk and with a meticulous grace he begins to examine it.
"OW!" Richard yelps as he feels a small prick in the tip of his index finger. He looks at the scarab's mouth...its almost as if it bite him. He begins to feel ill, he starts to sweat heavily but as he reaches for his handkercheif he starts to have a uncontrollable muscle spasms. Richard falls on his knees and heaves heavily...Richard has seen this before while hunting in Africa, his long time friend Alexander Field cought Malaria or better known as Jungle Fever. He died a in a few days, so Richard doesn't lie to himself...he isn't going to make it. Richard isn't afraid of death no he laughed at her face quite too long, no he just hopes she'll hurry up....
The next day Richard's family was informed of his death, the doctors say he must've cought something while in Egypt but thats not good enough for the police, you see their been many deaths like Richard's , the owners who possessed the scarab all died from a mysterious fever. From Paris to London it left countless of men lying six feet under, the newspapers dubbed it the Death Scarab. Trying so hard to show off to its European neighbors, the United States government sent its best and brighest detectives to New York City...
A cab pulls up in front of the museum and a tall man exits from the cab, his lean built makes him look a inch taller, his skin is slightly tanned, and possesses a pointed chin along with a firm jaw. Dressed in a grey suit, red dress shirt, white tie and a matching white fedora. His piercing blue eyes looks around up to the skies in awe of the majestic skyscraper which pollutes the cities's landscapes. "Well we're not in Kansas anymore..." he tells himself with a slight hint of a Southern accent. His name is Gabriel Saints with the Chicago Police Deparment, born and rised in a small town in rural Illinois. He graduated top of his class showing a high level of deductive skills which almost matchs that of Sherlock Holmes.
Wrapped around his arm is a tan treach coat which he slides on as he sprints up the flight of steps. As he walks by the large hallway he spots detectives from all over the States and inspectors from Scotland Yard to La Sûreté Nationale all trying to get their names on the papers. Gabriel walks up to a friendly face. "Hey Bobby!" Gabriel hugs a FBI agent Robert Banks, a former classmate. Bobby is everything Gabriel wasn't. Handsome, clean shaved and a solid big man. His cheeks are slightly bleached and has a bright blonde hair which he combs to the side. He walks with an air of a natural born leadership and confidence to match. His black suit fits him prefectly, not a single wrinkle on it, unlike Gab's suit which looks like an elephant wore it.
"Don't get to friendly now Gab. I'm married man now." he says as he softly chuckles to himself
"What happened to being single for life?"
"We were in Paris when we made that pledge. Not to mention drunk."
"Since you failed to keep our little engagement...I belive you owe me a round of beers and what would a cop be any good at without a bottle?" he replies with a smile
"Ha! Now I know why Gilda broke up with you my dear friend. You spend so much time with the bottle she suspected an affair." they both laugh
"Well Gab we must be off, the professor is waiting for us."
"The professor's here?" he follows Bobby down a long marble archs and into a large room covered in shelfs after shelfs of books and heads from every prized animal known to man.
Bobby was born to a wealthy family in upper Long Island and became a FBI agent after studing in Paris with Gabriel. Both of their teacher was the world renowned Jack LeRouge, who was waiting for both of them in the study room. Professor LaRouge speaks in a father-like tone and with a heavy french accent, he has a dark black hair along with grey temples near the area of his ears and has rather pointy ears and sports a thin pencil moustache. Professor LeRouge removes his calabash pipe from the corner of his mouth and shakes both his former students hands.
"Bonjuer mon amis. How is New Yak treating ju?"
"Exellent." they both say in unison
"Aw very good oui?" the Professor's smile is cut short as he notices Gabriel's hands which are covered in cuts and are quite discolored. "What happen to ju hands?"
"Working with chemicals I'm afraid..."
"Aw well ju must be more careful zen." he smiles once more.
The Professor faces the rather large brown skined man standing next to him and back to his students. Dressed in a fine black tux, white shirt and a silk top hat, he had a thick black beard.
"I like ju to meet Abdullah Anubis. He is ze man zat fond ze Death Scarab."
Abdullah stands a hulking 6'8, his massive shoulder, elongated arms and sausage like fingers makes him resemble a gorilla.
"I am here to help in anyway I can gentlemen." He says in a booming almost emtionless voice.
"Likewise Mr. Anubis." Bobby nods at the gaint
"Excuse me Mr. Anubis, I know it is not in my place to ask someone of your stature but...How did get to spot that scar over your right eye?"
Impossible as it sounds but huge hulking gaint flinchs as Gabriel waits for his answer.
"It is a very perilous job detective. A Turkish man gaved it to me while I was in Morocco, we didn't see eye to eye as it were." Abdullah replies darkly
"Indeed." Gabriel smiles as he rubs his chin.
"Uh...And what about this scarab Mr. Anubis? What meaning does it have?"
"Its the scarab of Osiris..." Anubis explains "It was used in resurrection rituals by powerful priests. But soon banished by the pharaoh claming that it was possessed by a dark god. The priests buried it deep withen the Red Desert, they put a curse on the scarab...'He who ever disturbs the scarab will be cursed for years to come' "
"I bit far fetched don't you think?" Gabriel rudley cuts in which earned him a nasty glare by Anubis
"Forgive my friend Mr. Anubis. What he meant was...If we could see the scarab. Right Gab?"
"If you ask me---" but before Gabriel can finish his sentence, his elbowed in the ribs by Bobby "Oof! Ya...thats what I meant..."
The personalities of Agent Banks and Detective Saints couldn't be more different from each other, Bobby or rather 'Apollo' Banks as the newspaper dubbed him because of his blond hair which almost duplicates the Sun. Belives in Law and Order and follows the book no matter what, his kind and understanding. His the posterboy of the FBI. Unlike Gabriel who earned the nickname 'Cowboy' thanks to his adventurous approch to crime solving. Gabriel belives in doing whats right and will break any laws to achieve it. His intelligent as well as rude. He is scourge of the underworld.
"Here it is mon amis. Ze Scarab o' Death." Professor LeRouge taps the glass container with his cane.
Gabriel reaches into his treanch coat's inner pockets and pulls out a small magnifying glass, he begins to study the container inch by inch. Meanwhile Bobby begins to ask the musuem's staff the usual questions. "So Mr. Hartley was here after the musuem closed?"
"Ye. I be seein' 'im when I be's lockin' up this here joint, boyo."
"Thank you for your time Mr. Fitzpatrick."
"No problem boyo."
"Odd..." Gabriel walked around the glass counter in a peculiar stride, he kneels onto the floor and begins to examine what appears to be a gold pocket watch. "What iz it Gabriél?" LeRouge asks him as he stands over him.
"Hhmmm nothing Professor...just a dust ball..." he lies to the professor as he slips the pocket watch into his sleeve.
"Iz zat so? Very well Gabriél...may I talk ju in privte?"
Gabirel looks over to Abdullah, who's smoking a rather foul smelling cigar. "Uh...Of course Professor..."
LeRouge leads Gab outside the study room. "Gabriel can ju tell me why ju are stealing edvince?"
"You see professor..." he removes the pocket watch from his sleeves and hands it to the Professor. Who begins to scan it "A blood stain..." The Professor murmurs as he removes the pipe from his mouth.
"Yes Professor. I belive its Mr. Hartley's...The blood drop is small and the position it is in, smudges some of his fingerprints so we can rule that wound was in his left index finger...almost as if..."
"He was injected with something." LeRouge cuts him off
"Gabriél...Ju must heed my words. Take a sample of ze blood and put back ze watch where ju fond it...But keep quiet Gabirél, no one must know zat ze head of ze museum was murdered. Do ju understand?"
He nods at his mentor and begins to do what his told. A lone figure hiding in the shadows, spies LeRouge and Gabriel as they part ways.
"Any clues yet inspectors?" Abdullah asks
"Not yet sir." Bobby answers as he straightens his tie.
"It brings me sorrow that such a good friend had to die this way."
"You knew him personal?"
"Yes Agent Banks, we played polo together."
"Did you know he was a lefty?" Detective Saints interrupted them
"Aw no...It did not come to my attention"
"Well now you know Mr. Anubis." he smiles almost in a taunting manner.
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Chapter 2- Mean Streets
Outside the museum, Bobby and Gabriel are enjoying a stroll down central plaza.
"Remember our first time visiting the Quartier Pigalle over in Paris?" Bobby asks
"How can I?!" Gabriel laughs "What French woman can do with whip cream is amazing."
"Heheh Good times all right....Hey Gab remember Bart?"
"Ah yes. Four-eye Bart, one of the funniest man in all off Paris I say."
"Ya, he pasted away a few weeks back." Bobby says with his face lowered.
"How the good die young I'm afriad..." Gab removes his fedora out of respect to their fallen comrade
"We missed you in the funeral."
"I was busy Bobby." He says with a sadden voice as he puts his hat back on
"You were going to be my best man you know that Gab? But you never did show up, were you busy as well?"
"Matter of fact I was. Ever since Johnny Torrio gaved away his business away to Capone, his been a thorn on ourside ever since!"
"Maybe you should stop working abit Gab, I didn't know it was possiable but all that stress has made you even more skinny!"
"I almost got him you know on a old murder rap but the judge threw out...you belive that? Mark my words Bobby, well catch him sooner or later. Maybe not on a murder rap or rocketeering but he'll slip up sooner or later."
"I belive ya." he smiles to his partner in hopes of getting him calmer. "I didn't mean to insult you Gab just wanted to let ya know, your like a brother to me and its a shame we can't have a chat now and while."
"Nothing relaxes the human soul then a nice mug of beer and the company of a friend." He smirks as he pats Bobby on the back.
Ace's Bar, a local hangout local riff-raffs and crooks alike. Bobby and Gab take a seat near the stage, the old wooden table lets out a squeak as they sit down. "So what does the great Gabriel Saints think about the crime?"
"Personaly? I think it was that Anubis fellow."
"And here I thought it was the butler." Bobby laughs as he takes a swing of his mug.
"It says it in his name Anubis, the god of death."
"Well your last name's Saint and your not that much of a saint are you?"
"Touché."
"If you ask me, I think the poor man catched some kind of sickness while he was in Egypt."
"Maybe..." Gab looks around the room "Can I ask you a favor Bobby?"
"Anything."
"I fond this on Hartley's watch..." Gab reaches inside his pant's and pulls out a white napkin from his pocket. "This was Mr. Hartley's I belive he was inject with some kind of poison..."
"And you want me to take this to FBI labs to find out what it is right? And knowing you...you removed edvince from a crime scene without telling anyone..."
"I might have...forgotten to mention it..."
"I turned a blind eye before Gab but this, this isn't right!"
"Our job is not to set things right but to see them right."
Bobby looks at the napkin for a second and snatchs it "Your a b@$^@#&. I hope you know that."
"I try." he remarks with a smirk
"Anything else?"
"Matter of fact..." Gab's voice lowers that of a whisper "See that man behind me? The one missing an ear."
Bobby looks behind Gab and spots a tan skinned man, dressed in a large blue raincoat which cut off around his knees and wore a matching blue captain's hat, he had on a black turtleneck. He had a rather large nose and buck teeth which made him appear like a rat, he had a tattoo of a screaming skull on the side of his neck and had a missing right ear. The captain seemed to be enjoying a cigar.
"Ya I see him, so what?"
"His been following us since we left the musuem."
"How do you know?"
"By his foul smelling cigar his smoking. Its the same one Abdullah was smoking, its tobacco from the Dominican Republic, hence the foul smell. Those rubber boots his wearing are Morocco and by the condition of it their brand new. I was able to pit point him while we walked thanks to the unique squeaking noise it gaved. His also Dominican, which gaved it away once I spotted a small pin of the Dominican flag clipped into his hat. "
It takes a while for Bobby to say anything, his forgotten Gab's legendary deductive skills. "Wow..."
"No complements need old friend..." Gabriel smiles to himself proudly like a child who was complemented on his good behavior.
"Not that! Look to the stage..."
Gab turns his head and watchs the mesmerizing dancers as they dance, kick and shake their money-makers to the crowd. "If I wasn't married..." Bobby drools
"If I was married!" Gab laughs and nodges Bobby who was way to busy to laugh.
As the two men watch the lingerie dancers with unmoving eyes. The Captain takes the moment to reach for his switchblade, he slowly walks up to the dazed men who are far to busy to notice him. Bobby sets his mug down and hears a unique squeaking coming behind him, he turns around just in time and catches the Captain's arm as he was about to thrusted the blade. Trained in the martial arts by the FBI, Bobby is was able to flip the captain onto the table almost effortlessly. Bobby grabs the captain by the jacket's collar and gives him a right hook to the face causes to break his nose.
"Who sent you?"
"Go to hell gringo." he spits blood to Bobby's face, as Bobby wipes his face the Captain manges to grab a beer bottle only to break it on Bobby's left temple."GAH!" Bobby lets his grip go as his hit with the bottle. The Captain hops off whats left of the table and runs toward the exit.
"Bobby! Are you all right?" Gab asks as pulls back the hammer to his revolver which he had hidden in his coat.
Bobby doesn't say anything, he pushes Gabriel out of the way and rushes after the Captain. Bobby hasn't run like this since his days in the football team, his still fast as ever. His able to catch up with the Captain who ranned into a nearby alley and who's climbing to the top of a fence. Bobby picks-up his pace and smashs right into the fence causing the fence to shake uncontrollably, sending the Captain falling off the fence and into a pile of trash.
"Give me a good reason why I shouldn't slit your throat like a pig." Bobby growls the Captain. Bobby, who by the way is holding the Captain's switchblade near his throat.
"Ok Ok! I tell you everything! Just let me goes..." Bobby lets the Captain stand up to his feet.
"What did I *huff puff* miss?" Gabriel comes running into the alley, his face bright red as he tries to catch his breath.
"Who hired you?" Bobby yells at him. But before the Captain can answer, a loud screech from a speeding car and a short burst of a Tommy guns filled the alley. "Gab look out!" Bobby tackles Gabriel safely to the floor. Both Gab and Bobby stand up and dust off their jackets. Bobby looks down at the Captain's dead corpse. "I guess he isn't going to talk for a while..."
"Never mind that Bobby old boy..." Gabriel kneels over the dead body and begins to look inside the Captain's jacket, he pulls out a small crumpled piece of paper with a address written in it, 48 Mulberry Street. Better known as Little Italy...
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Chapter 3- Birth of an Angel
Agent Banks pushes the door open and exits the considerably large orange building, from the outside it looks like any normal hotel but inside room 1508, is being used by the FBI as a serect base. Since the agent in charge of the base owed a favor to Bobby, he was able to use the lab. Bobby walks up to Detective Saints who was leaning outside the building reading the morning paper. "Well Gabriel you were right about Mr. Hartley being poisoned. The venom comes from a rare snake known as the Egyptian Mountain Cobra, highly neurotoxic and dangerous. It attacks the nervous system, weakens the muscle tissue, respiratory failure and complete paralysis of the diaphragm. Just a small drop of this can kill a large ape."
Gabriel hands him the paper and points to a article which was circled with his pencil. "Read that." he says calmly.
Bobby reads out loud "Mr. Abdullah Anubis, is expected to receive the Death Scarab after the death of Sir Richard Hartley. Abdullah remarks 'I am truely sadden by Richard's death, I feel respondable for his death...So I will take back the artifact and take it back to my homeland.' Mr. Anubis is expected to leave back to Egypt in the next week." Bobby crumples the paper and tosses it to a nearby trashcan "Well thats all fine and dandy Gab but what does that have to do with us?"
"Don't you see it Bobby? That Abdullah his a sly snake that one..." Gab pauses and lights a cigarette "He sales the scarab for thousands of dollars and then the buyer mysteriously dies and he then goes to the next chump..."
"But why?"
"That I haven't figured out yet...Did you get some dirt on him?"
"Ah right!" Bobby snatchs the papers which were so neatly tucked under his armpit "No,we didn't get anything before 1925. Its almost like he just appered out of nowhere."
"Hhhmmm...Maybe his somehow involved with the folks who tried to kill us yesterday..."
"Since we're on thaht topic, I was able to do some reserach on the address we fond. Its a small italian restaurant named Big Luigi. Is a legal front used by a Giovanni Testarossa, his a big time capo for Joe The Boss Masseria."
"Hhmmm...I'm really in the mood for some italian right now."
Meanwhile over in Big Luigi's Restaurant. Giovanni stood 5'10 and weighted 185 lbs, he had a thin narrow moustache which seem to curl at the ends. His nose was flattened thanks to a fight near the Waterfront, he had large hand but small spider-like fingers, his knuckles resembled moutaintops, pointed and huge. He on a expensive pinstripe suit. Giovanni use to be a prizefighter but soon turned to crime.
Giovanni is enjoying his favorite dish, lasagna and a glass of red wine. Two men sitting next to their boss, the one with the large beak-like nose and shaved head, earned him the nickname Jimmy 'the Vulture' Ackerman, he also been known to be called Jimmey 'the Jew' because of his jewish faith. Jimmey's one of Giovanni's old boxing buddy's, Jimmey's blue suit barely fits over his massive shoulders, his red tie seems to choke his massive neck and his muscles look like their ready to explode. The other man, is younger one of the two. He possesses a square-shaped chin and itty-bitty eyes which doesn't match his large flat head. He grooms his greasy black hair all the way back giving a 3-D affect to his already large forehead. His Joey Bambino, his the only son to the now late Lucca Bambino. Joey has quite a temper...
Across the table sits a shadowy figure, who towers over the mobsters. "You failed to keep your side of the bargin Mr. Testarossa." his booming voice shakes the whole room.
"You have my word, dat dose two palookas are gonna be sleepin' with da fishes. Ain't dat right boys?"
Jimmey and Joey nod in unison.
"Am I not humble Mr. Testarossa? I have given you the formula to make false gold, which Is stronger and more durable then the real thing."
Giovanni smiles a devil-ish smile and waves his hand around as he speaks, the purpose of this is to loose the attention of the other person so won't know whats being said. Giovanni chats as if he were to sale you a car. "And dat you and we do relish your gifts but..." he pauses for only a moment "Like my father use ta tell me 'If you want something done right you gotta do it yourself'. And you have my word dat I will take care of those two coppers personally."
"And to aid you Mr. Giovanni..." the hulking man reaches inside his sleeve and pulls out two small needles, he slides it across the table. "Very dangerous posion, one prick can knock out a charging elephant."
"You have our many thanks." Giovanni bows his head
The gaint laughs as if he only heard the punchline to a joke. "You are a silver-tongued snake Mr. Testarossa. I enjoy that." he chuckles and rises his goblet in the air "To crime gantlemen, and to all the riches that spoil us!"
It getting dark as Gabriel and Bobby reach Big Luigi's. "Your mad Gab. You can't just walk in their Gab, they have a hit on us...they'll kill you before you can even turn the knob!"
Gabriel who was lost in his thoughts looks at Bobby "That your right..." he rubs his chin.
"Thank you, finally you begin to reason..."
"Your absolutely right. What we need is a disguse..."
"Thank you---wait---WHAT?!"
"And we're in luck..." Gab looks up at the shop's sign "Here's a costume shop."
"You can't be serious..."
"Like heartattack." Gab smirks as he holds open the door "I read in many Pulp Magzines about these 'mystery-men' fighting crime as it were..." his cut off before he can finish
"Those are just stories for kids Gab!"
"We just need a mask to hide our identities."
"Fine. You can do what ever you like but I ain't walking around in some PJs."
"Did ya heres? Da New Yawk Gaints was drafted in ta The National Football League." one mobster ask the other mobster sitting next to him "Just hope we take da trophey back home---" the door to the entrance is slammed open, and the all the head's in the restaurant turn around to see a man wearing a white fedora, red collar shit, a matching white tie and a small black domino mask that covers most of his face.
"Why awdah da get-ups I seen...I never seen somethin' like dats!"
"I'm looking for a Giovanni Testarossa boys. Is anyone of you kind enough to point to his location?"
"Wat do yoose want with 'im anyway? Ya ain't gonna lives dat long any hows." the mobsters draw their weapons. A big bald fella picks up a bat and charges at Gabriel. Who ducks as the bat swings over his head, he punches the big man's throat causing him to fall over coughing.
Two mobsters cocks their pistols. Gabriel charges at them and drop-kicks the both of them over the counter. He picks himself up only to be grabbed by Jimmey the Vulture "Ok goyim. You wonna fight ya gets a fight." He slams Gab's head into the counter and then throws him across the wall and into the wall. "You must be some meshugine, if ya were ta dress in dat get-up." Jimmey laughs as he removes his jacket and rolls his sleeves above his forearms. He cracks his knuckles which sound like thunder. "Oy vey I'm gonna give you such a beatin' boychick..." he walks up to Gab with a sadistic smile. A loud BANG breaks through the air, Jimmey is holding a bloody spot on his shoulders "You shot me!" Gab pulls the hammer back again and aims the revolver back to Jimmey "I'll be happy to do it again." he smiles, his pistol hand never shook.
"Alright, I give! This ain't worth gettin' kilt over."
Outside Gab handcuffs all the mobsters to a nearby street light, he wipes a small gush of blood from his mouth. Bobby approachs to Gab "Well Bobby I couldn't get anyone of them to talk..."
"Then you'll love what I fond hiding outside..." Bobby leads Gabriel into a alley which stands hidden next to the restaurant. Bobby opens a dumpster and reveals Joey Bambino tied up and gagged with his own sock. "Time to take out the trash Joey." Bobby mocks him as he throws Joey into the floor, he removes the sock from his mouth. "God...juss shoot me..." he mumbles.
Joey explains to Gab and Bobby that some foreigner showed them how to make phony gold which Giovanni used to help finance their operations. When the cops showed up and saw the tied up mobsters, one of them mumbled "A guardian angel is lookin' out fer diss street." The New York Times ranned a special evening report about the accident. Calling the mystery man the Street Angel, it wasn't a big surpise that Joey, Jimmey and the rest of the gang were released withen an hour. But it gaved the city hope, hope only needs a small dosage to go far.
Outside Giovanni's warehouse, theres a dark green 1925 Ford Model-T which is parked withen the shadows, away from unseeing eyes. Bobby tosses the newspaper to Gab, who was lost in his thoughts. "Their calling you the Street Angel now."
"Well you can always be my sidekick Angel Boy." Gabriel chuckles at the thought
"Oh thats an appealing offer Gabriel but, I'm gonna decline." Bobby says in a sarcasticly.
Bobby's watch strikes 10 o' clock, Gab looks at Bobby "You ready buddy?"
"Let me just say. That the odds of coming out of there alive is very slim Gab but..." He reaches under the car's seat and pulls out a Thompson "Luckly I brought the great equalizer."
"Where did you get that?!"
"Tax money at its finest." Bobby laughs as he slams the elephant drum clip and cocks it.
Inside the warehouse, Giovanni sits inside his cozy office , in his cozy leather chair. and counting his hard earned blood money. "245 and 246..." Giovanni stops counting and hears something outside, he gets up from his chair and slides on his suspenders. "Getting to the point where a man can't count his day's work..." He walks outside the office and yells at the working bums downstairs, who are busy unloading crates of illegal booze. " "ey who got dere car turned on?!" the workers look around and finally answer back "Noesbody boss." Giovanni hears the noise getting closer and closer... he turns his head to the main entrance. All of the sudden a Model-T smashes through the wooden door and starts to drive around the warehouse like a madman, dumping and knocking over all the crates, not to mention a blond haired man dressed in a black suit is sitting outside the passenger seat, shooting at anything and everything with his tommy gun.
"Jesus F@%^in' Christ!" Giovanni jumps back inside his office and runs over to his desk. He loads his revolver and goes back outside "You want a piece o' me eh?" he opens fire at the speeding car.
One of the bullets hit the car's wheel head on and causes the Model-T to swirl across the floor and slam right into the war. Gab looks at Bobby "Arg...You ok?"
"Ya...just pinned down...How bout you?" he grunts as he trys to move
"Haven't felt better!" Gabriel smiles as he holds onto his broken arm.
Gabriel stumbles out of the car and tries to take cover as Giovanni opens fire.
"You must be dat palooka da Street Angel Johnny been tellin' me. Dey way he said it made it feel like ya were a gaint but your just some punk with a mask." he aims the gun at the Street Angel. Click-Click Click-Click, he looks at the now empty gun and throws it at the Street Angel who dodged it almost effortlessly. Giovanni runs across the platform with the Street Angel close behind him.
Giovanni runs into a deadend, he looks down and into a gaint vat filled with boiling golden liquid. Giovanni gets into a boxing stance and hits the Street Angel, first with a jab to the face followed by a left hook to his temple and a uppercut to his gut, which sents the Street Angel into the rail.
Giovanni laughs as he slams the Street Angel with both his arms, sending him falling to his knees.
"Say uncle kid, HA!" he keeps pounding away at the Street Angel.
"I'm havin' a ball here kid...Such a shame you won't be round for round two heheh." he lifts his fist high in the air and sents it spearing across the air. Only for it to catched by Street Angel's palm, he then kicks Giovanni over the railing. Giovanni was able to grab onto the railing and save his life.
"Help me up!" Giovanni cries
"Why should I?"
"Your one of da goowd guys!"
"Is that what I am? A Good Guy?"
Giovanni's grip begins to loosen "For da love o' God, help me!" his weight become unbareable and lets go...
Lucky the Street Angel catches his hand "Hold on!" he yells as pulsl Giovanni over the railing. Gabriel leans on the railing trying to regain his breath. Giovanni stumples onto his feet "Thank ya fer savin' my life..." Giovanni says as he kneels down and begin to tie his shoe.
"No problem...Maybe now you can tell me who the 'foreigner' is." the Street Angel turns his back on Giovanni, who smiles as he removes a small poisoned needle from his shoe. "Oh sure sure...Mr Anubis sends his regards" Giovanni screams as he rushes at the Street Angel, who heard his yell and ducked, causeing Giovanni to trip over the Street Angel and fall into the vat of golden lava...
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Chapter 4- Mentuhotep the Deathless
A week later in Cario Egypt, Mr. Anubis enters his lavish manison. He walks pasts the coffins of mummies he has collected over his life time and into the study room where a man in a trench coat, white fedora and a black domino mask was waiting for him, his dirty feet on the wooden desk and hat over his eyes.
"How was the play Abdullah?" he asks as he pushes the hat up.
"Well if it isn't the Street Angel...It was splendid." Anubis remarks as he removes his overcoat.
"Ah I'm a big fan of Benjamino Gigli." the Street Angel gets up from the chair.
"Enough jokes!" Abdullah yells in a deep voice that seem to shake the whole manison
"How did you find me? I keeped my tracks clean!"
"Almost Abdullah, you almost keep them clean..." the Street Angel opens a cigar box which was lieing on the desk "If it wasn't for the cigar ashes I would never have fond you..." he strikes a match and lights the cigar.
The Street Angel then nods to himself and the door closes revealing Agent Banks, who was hiding behind the door. He holds a pistol to Anubis "Ok boys, you can come out now."
And in a blink of an eye thousands of unseen agents seem to appear in every inch of the room. Some hide behind Furniture others behind curtains and so on...
"Fools...Do you know who I am? I am Mentuhotep! The bringer of Death!"
Gabriel noticed a reflection of Abdullah Anubis from the small mirror inside the cigar box but instead of seeing the huge Abdullah, he sees a gaint bag of bones...Abdullah's a thousand year old mummy! The Agents open fire but does nothing, it only made it madder.
"You can't kill me...I have hidden my soul inside a needle which's inside a dung beetle, inside a duck's egg, inside a box, inside a ox, surrounded by a lake of fire in a island..In the middle of no where..."
Mentuhotep raises the Death Scarab high in the air and with a bright green flash, the coffin's from down the hall begin to move... the mummies raised from their graves and attacked the FBI agents.
"What we going to do Gab?!" Bobby yells over the gunshots and ghastly sheriks
"I'm trying to think!"
"My men are dieing out their Gab! I'm sorry if thay're bugging your train of thought!"
"Thats it! The bug! Thats the key..." the Street Angel reaches inside his trench coat's inner pocket and pulls out his revolver and aims it ever so meticulous at Anubis's hand. BANG!
"ARG!" Anubis howels in pain as he drops the scarab to the floor causing it to break into milllions of small pieces. "Nooo! My power...fading...I will have my revenge mark my words American..." he glares at the Street Angel with pupil-less eyes, a thick purple smog covers Anubis and as soon as the smog clears his long gone. The mummies fall to the floor, once more stiff and lifeless...
Bobby walks up to the Street Angel "So your serious about this whole 'Street Angel' bit?"
"You know better then anyone that the justice system nowadays is a joke. As Detective Saints I had to answer to a superior...but as the Street Angel, I answer to no man."
Bobby smiles at his friend "You changed Gabriel and its too eariler to tell if its for the best."
"Then we have to find out together eh?"
"Ha...Yeah...Listen Gab...Street Angel, if you need any help or just feel to have a chat...Pay me a visit."
"In a heartbeat." Gabriel replies with a smile. "Everything turned out for the better eh Bobby?"
"Speak for yourself! How am I going to explain this to my boss?!"
Back in New York...a lone hand emerges from the boiling hot vat...the figure jumps off the vat and realizes his horrfic transformation...No longer does Giovanni Testarossa stand but a new man...whose skin is made of pure gold!
The golden colossus speaks in a dark gruff voice "Time for Round 2."
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