Thread: Rise of the Knight Rider (Noon_Shadow and Superheroinevengeance)

Vincent Stone was walking out of his office at Pearl Coast Police Central when he was stopped by one of the civilian clerks-a young woman named Susan. Detective Stone, she said, stopping him as he was on his way out, the Chief wanted to have a quick word with you. While Stone was a department chief himself, only one person in the department was actually called the chief, which was Marco Ryan, chief of police, top cop in the department, the highest un-elected official. The only person he reported to was the Commissioner, who was just below the Mayor. Stone sat right beneath Ryan in the hierarchy, as the chief of the Detectives bureau. Which meant that Ryan was basically the only person in the department who could give him a request and expect him to actually do it. With a big sigh, Stone walked down the hallway toward his boss' office. Ryan's door was open, which was good. This was unofficial. Stone was doing his best, for now, to avoid having any official with his boss. He didn't want the attention right on exactly what he was doing with his time. He walked in and leaned on the door, his 6'4 frame mostly filling the doorway. Hey Chief, did you have a question? Ryan nodded back at him. Just wanted to know if you were going to be at the party tonight. I know it will be a bit stuffy, but it will be a good chance to get acquainted with the incoming DA and the new Commissioner. If so, I wanted to remind you that security is going to be dialed-up a bit we're checking guns at the door. We don't want some lunatic deciding this is a juicy target to start shooting up. The party he referred to was a celebration gathering of sorts The incumbent mayor, District Attorney, and Police Commissioner had all been defeated in the election, with the opposition uniting to present a Tough on crime message. The rising crime rates in the city were a growing concern for the citizens, and they were tired of feeling insecure in their own homes and on their own streets. The joint campaign effort had also been strangely silent on the dark, masked vigilante who was running around, mostly refusing to comment on the so-called Knight Rider. For now, it seemed that their refusal to condemn her actions was a tacit message of support for her. Stone shook his head. No, Chief, I'm afraid I can't make it tonight. I'm taking my work home with me tonight and I'll have an early morning tomorrow. I'm surprised you'd think it would be a target, though, since half the off-duty cops in the city are likely to be there. It would have be some total wacko to want to crash the party. With a shrug, he turned and waved over his shoulder. Have good time sucking up to the new boss, though! Stone went down to the parking garage and started up his car. He was definitely going to be at the party...but under cover, so to speak. With a grim smile, he revved up the engine to race back to his home and make some quick preparations. At that time, two large trucks were driving past a gate and moving into the warehouse district of the docks. Each of these trucks had a driver, a man riding shotgun, and a third man hidden back in the trailer. The trailers were plain white, no identifying markings, other than usual How's my driving? Call XXX-XXXX sticker on the rear fenders. They pulled up in front of a warehouse at the docks in the late afternoon, ready to pick up their load. Donny stepped out of the truck, moving back to open the trailer, letting the third man out of his vehicle. Then he turned around to where he saw Gio trying to deal with the lock on the warehouse. Hold up there, I got the key, don't break the fuckin' lock. Jesus, learn some patience, man. 5 men waited patiently for him to work open the lock, and the big warehouse door was lifted up. It was dark inside, and his eyes were used to sunlight, so he could just barely see the six large crates inside that they were supposed to pick up. Hey, somebody hit the lights. We need to close the door and inspect the stuff before we take it. The lights slowly flickered on, the big loud hummm sound of powerful flourescent bulbs far overhead. The warehouse door slammed closed as Donny took a crowbar handed to him. He walked up to the first crate, prying open the lip, and popping it off to look down, inspecting his shipment. Hot damn, Gio said softly, seeing the crate full of very fresh automatic MP5 submachine guns. They were fully automatic, and absolutely illegal for any street use. Donny grinned. See, didn't I tell you? The drop was legit. Gio turned, giving him a scowl. Yeah but...how'd the new boss even get his hands on this kind of equipment? Donny shrugged. It was a pretty sweet set-up, whoever had carried this off. The loadworkers at the dock surely hadn't realized what was in these crates. They'd already gotten their customs inspection stickers, so they were cleared to go through. They'd taken them, offloaded them to their designated warehouses, and then left the crates here, never having wondered what was in them. Unmarked crates, with evidence of who was supposed to pick them up, got shuffled off to the side to deal with later. And here they were, left for Donny and his crew. Who am I to question? Alls I know is, we take the weapons, make sure they're distributed, and then we get the rest of the payment. C'mon, let's double check the other crates. Donny took his crowbar and walked over to start prying open the second crate.