@thisisgonnahurt: @matt_berk:
"Black"
I say softly to the barista taking my order as my eyes glaze over the extravagant ingredients. The corner cafe is empty with the exception of myself, the barista and a few other young patrons. The day has quietly faded into the evening with almost no incident. Normally I would be relieved, even relaxed to be so unoccupied and finally focus on my own goals, especially now with the return of Dark Vengeance and me stepping down from his mantle. A position that has risked my life and sanity in the few weeks that I wore the cape was overwhelming when compared to my persona as Vex.
"Medium coffee for Alexander?"
I hesitate at my name being said aloud, another subtle change when I'm not wearing my mask. I grab my drink without saying a word, my mind is trying to convince itself to relax. Trying to persuade my that everything is fine now that Dark Vengeance has returned and I can finally rest. My instincts are refusing to be silenced, fighting my logic and telling me that this is the calm before the storm.
"I'll just go out tonight for an hour...2 hours tops. It's not like I'm looking for trouble."
I mutter to myself. I mean, whats the worse that can happen? I break into a sprint while simultaneously grabbing the satchel on my back that held my mask, boots and escrima sticks.
A few minutes pass quickly as I leap from roof top to roof top. My boots move silently against the gravel with no sign of my presence as I pursue a known associate of a renown crime lord. I waste enough time instilling the fear into him. My final leap is to the street below aimed at his back, and I come down with a crash.
He grunts loudly with a spew of blood spraying onto the concrete while my kevlar protected hands wrap around his collar as I my eyes make contact with his.
"Now you tell me what is it that you guys are up to, and I might just let you leave without any more bruises."
He hacks a little more before replying, "What do you mean?! We haven't done nothing!! Streets have been quiet!"
I give him a little slap to the face before shaking him up a little more, "Thats exactly why my fingers are extremely close to wrapping around your throat. Since you have been living in Gothic, when was the last time you have ever had a quiet night? And now that Malcolm press announced his revival of the city, you guys must be making moves."
"No man! That's not how it is! We haven't been given any orders on nothing! There's no direction right now. Boss has been incognito!"
Either he's being honest, or he deserves an oscar a hell of a lot more than Leonardo DiCaprio. "Fine." I head butt him into unconsciousness and his body goes limp in my hands. Incognito? That's not like these criminals. It's all about appearances and reputations with these guys. If they go into hiding, they look weak and their territory is up for grabs.
A few hours go by as I followed up on a few leads and inspected the crime lord's personal residences to include his safe houses. Everything was perfect. Normal. And that is where the problem lied. He was abducted. But his kidnapper did so with such ease and skill that no one would have been able to track him...Except for me. There were a few clues that made one thing clear. He wanted to be found, but specifically, by me or someone like me.
Fast forward to now where the stench of rot and mildew flow through the dim tunnel of the sewer and the sounds of mice and water echo through its caverns. I look up and see a steel grate, corroded by rust after years and years of moisture. I reach up and grip its bars forcefully, pulling with enough strength to tear an average person's muscles and ligaments. I grow more and more concerned about my well being, but my fears are put way as the grate breaks off the bolts. I gasp, hungry for air as I reach up and flip into the smaller tunnel and begin to crawl before reaching my destination. Gothic museum.
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