Mistaken Identity: The Cowardly Companion
By _Higgins_ 4 Comments
L.A, a crappy apartment, #1408
Higgins clumsily opened the door, arms filled with groceries. After setting them down on the tiny kitchen table, he chucked his keys in the bowl and pressed the message button on his phone.
"You have, three, new messages. *Beeeeep*"
He leaned over from the kitchen and raised his brow in surprise. "Three? Jeez, I really hope that isn't old man Delainy again..." He muttered, already a week late on this month's rent.
"Message one."
"Looking to help out your local neighborhood? Come on down and volunteer! The Gothic City refugee center is looking for all the help it could get in aiding those in need. For more information about services and donations, please go to our website at WWW.GothicNeedsUs.com. Have a great day!
Higgins walked back into the living room, slurping up some leftover noodles from the fridge, the only thing that hasn't expired yet. He still couldn't believe what happened in Gothic, more so glad he moved just months before it all went down.
Memories of when Gothic Burned raced through his mind. It was the last time he saw Kurt, the time he helped amputate the Archer's arm and replace it with a Trion prosthetic. The ex-agent pinched the brim of his nose, reminding himself that he had to catch up with him sooner or later. Gather up the courage to admit he was secretly his nemesis POW.
"Message two."
"Higgins! I know you've been using the fire escape to avoid me! Don't think I've forgotten that you're late again on what you owe me this month. *Sigh* Look kid, I really appreciate you saving my little girl, but with how things are right now? I can't afford to lose the lease on this building... I'll giva you a call on your cell if I don't hear from you"
"Crap.." Higgins groaned heavily, instantly ridden with guilt about not having the cash. Having a burn notice from the M.H.A did not make getting a real job easy for him. It turned out being a very small time "hero" didn't pay all too well. He slumped down on the couch and looked down the hallway, where he could see his green and yellow suit hung up in the closet.
"Message three."
"Dude, It's Clay. You need to call me back as soon as possible! You're in serious trouble, man!"
The cohort's head jolted up at the last message, falling off the couch in an attempt to get back up quickly. "Oh that CAN'T be good." He spoke frantically, grabbing the phone off the hook and quickly dialing a twenty five digit phone number.
He paced back and forth in the living room, chewing on his thumbnail as the phone just kept ringing and ringing. Finally, the other end picked up. "CLAY! Duder please tell me that was some sort of joke or something. Y'know, the kind where you break a two year silence and call me thus risking my location sort of joke?!" Higgins shouted into the phone, dashing over to the blinds and peeking outside.
M.H.A Special Agent Clay was on the other end of the phone. Long time friend of Higgins during his agent days, and served as his source on the inside. Clay himself was pacing back and forth in his office, loosening his tie and closing the blinds. "Higgs, I need you to be 1000% honest with me right now. Have you gone back to being POW? Robbing banks, the works?"
Higgins held the phone away from him, staring at it in complete confusion. He brought it back to his ear "What the heck are you talking about?! I quit that YEARS ago!"
It was true. Higgins remembered the day he realized the people he hurt, the wrongs he had done. The day he had a moment of clarity and stopped his own criminal stint. Why would Clay be asking that sort of thing?
Agent Clay sighed heavily, rubbing his face. "Not according to our intel. There have been reports about you- Well, someone going around dressed as POW. Robberies, the suit, he even has the gauntlets that were confiscated years ago." He explained sternly, flipping open a folder on his desk and sifting through surveillance images of said robberies. "Look Higgins, whether it's you or not? The board thinks it's you. They're... Heading your way as we speak. With intentions to lock you up in SuperMax..."
Higgins' blood froze in his veins, almost dropping the phone. "WHAT- WHO- OH CRAP. I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS." He screamed in a complete panic, already sprinting to his room, grabbing his suit off the coat-hanger and started to get dressed.
Clay checked his watch and looked at the intel feed he hacked into earlier. "They're at your location man. You need to act now. I have to hang up, they're going to get suspicious if I stay on this line any longer... Good luck."
"ThanksClayI'llcallyoulaterbyenow!" Higgins threw the phone against the wall and now used both hands to struggle putting his left yellow boot on.
M.H.A tactical units were already marching up the stairs, weapons loaded with tranqs and beanbags. Two men crouched on each side of the apartment door, signaling that they were ready to breach on the count of three. When the few seconds were up, the door was kicked off it's hinges and the four units tactically entered the apartment, covering all corners and exits.
Yet, they found no one. "Sweep the building. Nobody leaves without me hearing about it." Their squad leader harshly whispered.
Higgins, now fully dressed in his custom green M.H.A field suit, was clinging to the ceiling rafters. It took every fiber of his being to not mutter his usual frantic banter, instead focusing on how he was going to get out of this. Four fully armed agents, three windows, a utility belt filled with gadgets and a closing time frame before one of them eventually looks up.
Very carefully, Higgins pulled out a small silver ball. After taking the time to aim, he chucked it into the bathroom, where it bounced off the wall and loudly clinked around in the bathtub.
"Over here!" One of them shouted, cocking his shotgun and stomping towards the bathroom to check it out. The others covered him while he inspected the noise, leaving the kitchen window perfectly unguarded. With a silent swing, Higgins landed on the open window frame and was ready to step out onto the fire escape. Until...
Hall & Oats, "You make my dreams come true" started blasting from Higgins' pocket. It was the ringtone to his cellphone. No doubt old man Delainy calling about that rent. Higgins shut his eyes in complete humiliation. "This is the worst escape... Ever... Of all time..." He announced at room volume, no longer having any reason to be stealthy. The agents all turned the corner and took formations. "HIGGINS! FREEZE!"
Just before they could pull the triggers, Higgins' was quicker on the draw. The cunning coward had already dropped a bunch of pellets on the kitchen floor, which exploded and flooded the entire apartment tear gas. Higgins latched a hook to the railing of the fire escape while the agents choked on the nonlethal fumes.
With a leap of faith, he leaped off and let the belt's wire support his weight during the descent. "YES! I'm still bad ass sometimes!" Higgins cheered with glee. Unfortunately, his gadgets haven't been maintained in some time. The wire snapped about halfway down. "AAAAAGH!" He wailed like a girl, helplessly flailing down onto a closed dumpster, proceeded by hitting the pavement.
"Uhhhhh... I think I broke my everything." Higgins rolled over and held his sides, moaning in pain. While looking up, he saw that the agents were now on the fire escape, with their weapons aimed down at him.
"Not good!" Higgins' eyes widened and rolled forward onto his feet, just in time to avoid a volley of tranqs. The green clad hero sprinted down the alleyway, using the time it took those agents to get back downstairs in getting a head start.
The agents would find Higgins chucked a magnetic disk onto their SUV sometime before fleeing, disabling the engine permanently.
Higgins was in the wind, and on the run. Who was posing as his ex-alter ego POW? How was he going to clear his name? Who could he turn to that would help in his cause?
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