Thread: Old Heroes, Young Villains (Absinte & Aida)

Megadustrial was a City rife with super heroes. The illustrious and, to some, shady 'Cleaner Crew' consisted of all well dressed men and women, the leaders of which forewent the usual Tights and Capes look that a lot of superheroes treasured. Well, most of them did. Some of them had combined the traditional 'super' look with their 'tuxedos and suits and dresses' look to great effect. Their numbers are primarily business men and women, and excelled within the overall, planet-wide Pantheon of Heroes, at making money from their trademarks and copyrights. Along with the Cleaner Crew was the FRV, or the Force Recon Vector a squad of watch men who were tasked to keep an eye on the local super population. Someone got too out of hand, endangered one too many people, their task was to put an end to their career in whatever way they deemed fit. Murder, permanent crippling, imprisonment, whatever it took. Despite the term 'squad' they mostly acted independently of each other, acting somewhat like detectives with team ups and information sharing between the seven. Out of all of them, Daniel Horatio Carver had the most hatred for the capes. -------------------------------------------------------------- Heavy foot steps echoed down the alleyway, joining the din of the city and the heavy breathing of an 'invicible' white cape by the name of 'The Crack Pot'. Twice Daniel's size, he didn't look too big slumped up against the wall, slowly bleeding to death. Carver stopped, tapping the button on the side of his helmet that opened it up. The speakers that previously covered his ears pumped out music as he approached, the uptempo and quick beat of The Hounds loud enough for the man before him to hear it. Hold on a second He said, the cigarette in his mouth slowly burning away as he gestured with one hand, twisting an invisible knob. If you think that you can run, If you think tha you can stand, Well you forgot who turned this city on, You forgot who plugged this city in! The song filled the alley, reverberating and bouncing off walls as Daniel grinned, speaking That's better. So, you've been dealing crack cocaine, which is funny and I guess how you got your name, right? Probably some cute little accident involving magical crack rocks or falling into a vat of radioactive drugs. I honestly don't care, but Eric gets a hard on for this shit. You know your charges. Trafficking, personal possession, selling, unsanctioned civilian murder, unsanctioned civilian assault, think there were some rape charges in there. Man, it took forever to investigate you, gotta give you props there kid. You covered your tracks pretty well, for a brainless crook, but you seem to forget the world we live in. You shoulda known the hammer was gonna fall on you eventually He took the burnt out coffin nail between two fingers and flicked it at the downed cape as he went on Think there was even a charge for hitting on the mayors wife, but I think he was just pissed off about that. Man can be vindictive when he's angry, you know how it is. Daniel pulled out his sidearm and cocked it back Took me a while to figure out that your weakness is, ironically, downers. Who the fuck woulda guessed Alcohol suppressed your powers? Well, I mean, I guess you did, but that's cheating. Daniel crouched down and looked straight into his eyes, now level with him So, anyways, You have anything to say in your defense? Any last minute banter, last words, whatever?. The misshapen man before him grunted and tried to sit up, then winced in pain. He finally spat blood at Carver and snarled The CC ain't gonna stand for this, bitch. They'll call down some unholy shit on you, shit that makes the Excalibur look like a fucking joke by comparison. At the mention of the Excalibur, Daniel's eyes darkened and he leaned in close, his voice suddenly arctic cold as he spoke I can guarantee you that your little toy is about as threatening as as a barbie doll to me at this point. The deal was that when you shit heads step out of line, we come in to clean you up and ship you out. I woulda been happy to send you to Vereor, let you deal with him, but you had to run. Ten years, that's what you woulda got You ever BEEN to Vereor's Forge?! I'd rather fucking die and serve my time in hell than go deal with that Laughing bitterly, Daniel stood up straight and said Yeah, I have, actually. Five years ...Holy shit. You're... no fucking way. You're supposed to be dead for what you did! What's the quote? The report of my demise has been greatly exagerrated. Lemme clue you in on a little secret. I was in Hemming, before it became known as the Anvil of Vereor. I was there Jesus, lord in heaven, please deliver me... The Crack Pot began to pray, eyes closed as he quaked violently. Yeah, that's what I thought bud. Say hello to Kimiko for me He stated as he drew his weapon. He flipped the cylinder out on the revolver, and extened .44 he used exclusively for dealing with supers. There was nothing in the world that worked universally for them, but he knew a few tricks that helped. For instance, once you weakened a super, you wanted to make the holes as big as possible. Healing slowed down once they were wide enough. With a flourish, the cylinder slid back into place and he spun the weapon before aiming it at the man before him, dead center for the forehead. Daniel waited, letting him finish his prayer. He wasn't a religious man, but had enough respect for those who were to let them finish. Without another word, the trigger was pulled and the Crack Pot was no more. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ It was hour later when Daniel found himself breaking into the top floor of a business that he'd visited a thousand times in the past. All the lighs were off, save the one over the door of the CEO of said company. The door was opened, and Daniel sidled through with a sigh. How many times have I told you that you don't get to call meetings? The man asked wearily as he took his usual seat in front of the desk. He leaned back, hitting the button on his helmet to open it up.