(Characters owned by Marvel, rated MA due to violence and implied gore. Story is mine but with homages back to the original storyline and character)
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My name is unimportant. My mission on the other hand IS!
They all deserve to die!
It’s actually that simple. No quarter given, no mercy shown, none to be spared!
Scourge of the Underworld
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Norah Winters re-read the card attached to the box that was on her desk at the Daily Globe.
“Did anyone see who put this here?” she called out across the busy newsroom “Anyone?”
She looked at the yellow box with a red ribbon; it brought back memories of the old Smurf cartoons where Jokey Smurf would leave packages about. Norah hesistated “Okay! HELLO! WHO PUT THIS BOX ON MY DESK?”
The newsroom went momentarily silent, the sea of faces shrugged and promptly went back to work.
“If we blow up it’s all your fault!” she muttered as she pulled the ribbon gingerly “We live in an age of terror!”
The ribbon came away easily, Norah tensed almost waiting for the explosion. She fumbled around her desk and grabbed her keyboard and tapped the lid off. No explosion, no puff of smoke.
“If this is like that Brad Pitt movie” she muttered as she carefully inched towards the open box. Cautiously she peered in and screamed!
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Officer Eddie Dyson waved his hat to cool his face, trying to keep his lunch from erupting from his mouth. He was first on scene and not only having to see what was in the box but to keep a room full of reporters and journalists at bay.
“Sir, you shove that camera past me again and I’ll throw you down the elevator shaft!” snapped Dyson as the throng circled him “Seriously people, move back!”
“YOU HEARD HIM!” A voice bellowed and they parted like the Red Sea as Detective Dallas Riordan entered the room accompanied by the Globe’s editor Barney Bushkin.
“We are a newspaper detective” said Bushkin.
“No, today you’re a crime scene” corrected Detective Riordan pushing her glasses up “Right now they’re ALL witnesses and potential suspects. I have officers in the lobby and guarding the fire exits so nobody leaves, including you, until we get everyone’s statement. You’ll get the story, just back your vultures up or I’ll call that Urich guy from the Bugle to come and get an exclusive”
Bushkin glared at the stunning redhaired detective, wondering if she was bluffing until she pulled out her cell phone and pushed the number for Ben Urich. Barney eased her phone back to her pocket, smiling all the way.
“I think we can work out something” said Barney
“Glad to hear it” replied Dallas “Dyson!”
“Yes ma’am!”
“You get a look inside the box?”
“Yes ma’am”
“We need a bomb squad or hazmat team?”
“No ma’am, just a sponge”
Dallas turned and looked at the officer, slightly horrified before turning back to Barney “Move them back, move them back now Mr Bushkin or I’ll arrest the lot of you!” she whispered.
Bushkin gulped before yelling at his staff “EVERYONE INTO THE CONFERENCE ROOM NOW! LAST ONE IN GETS FIRED! GO GO GO!”
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Medical Examiner Georgia Jenkins handed Detective Riordan her file “His name was Don…” She paused to finish chewing her sandwich “Donald Thomas”
“How did you get that from what was left?” asked Dallas “And how can you eat in here? Seriously every medical examiner I know eats!”
“It’s just a job” chuckled Georgia as she put the sandwich down “It was on his licence, which was under all the blood. Not exactly CSI magic”
“So where’s the rest of him?”
“We’ll get to that in a moment” said Georgia as she walked across the room “Do you know who Donald Thomas was?”
“Mafia?”
“Close. The Blue Streak”
“Professional wrestler?”
“No!” chuckled Georgia “Super villain. Strictly C grade. Ran around with rocket powered roller skates”
“Oooo that’s bad!” said Dallas “That’s very bad. This links into the…”
“Richard Deacon case” added Georgia “Formerly the Human Fly. Another C grade bad guy. Different cause of death, but coupled with the note found on his body and the note on the box…”
“Cape killer!” stated Riordan “Well that’s just effing brilliant!
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I watch quietly as he sits alone in the dark watching the news. He only has hours to live.
Justice will be served!
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