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

Taking his own plate, Elias sat down at the table to eat with his daughter. He could only sigh at her as she teased him about slipping off to the bathroom with her boyfriend. He supposed she was sexually active with her boyfriend, for all that he disapproved. But he at least knew that his daughter was on birth control, as he'd seen the evidence. Paige, you're the reason my hair is turning gray, he complained half-heartedly. He rubbed the ache in his left leg. Well, I'll probably be here when you get back, but you know I can't make guarantees. Ever since he'd gotten assigned to the Knight Rider taskforce, he didn't know when they might get a call. In fact, he had just finished cleaning up after dinner and settled into dinner when his phone buzzed at him. He reached in his pocket to answer, and sure enough, it was a call about the Knight Rider. She kept up a vigorous pace, shockingly consistent. At the docks?, he asked, clarifying. Weird of her to be out and acting during daylight hours, but it was also an interesting datapoint. This meant something, so the key to tracking her down meant he had to investigate. He glanced up as his daughter walked out, dressed in white, and gave her a quick smile. White is definitely your color sweetheart. But I have to go. Knight Rider stuff. He didn't bother tell her where he was going-she'd have to hear about that later. He was in his car 5 minutes later, on his way to another Knight-Rider related crime scene. Drake pulled up to her house about 10 minutes later, calling her as he pulled into the driveway. His blue Ferarri drew a few eyes in this neighborhood, as the car was worth as much as many of the homeowners' mortgages. He exited the car to meet her, pulling her in close for a kiss. Seeing her fantastic body in that dress, Drake couldn't help himself but to slide his hand down and cup underneath her ass, making out with her right in front of his car. Mmmm, baby, I missed you, he said. He glanced back at the house. So I guess your dad wasn't home? For all his wealth and status, he still felt a bit nervous dating a girl who had a cop for a dad. Sure, he could probably lawyer his way out of any legal issues, but if he decided to fuck the court sand put a bullet through a kneecap or something, that wouldn't be too reassuring. He hopped in the car and started driving into downtown. I can understand why you'd want to go to this party, Drake said, But I've been to stuff like this before and it's probably going to be a huge bore. Lots of speeches, lots of handshakes, lots of campaign donors wanting to remind people what their issues are. Probably no dancing. Only upside is there's an open bar, but with kids and families there, they will be checking IDs. I'll still see if I can get you something. His hand casually slid down to rub against Paige's thigh while he was driving, his fingers loving the feeling of her soft skin. Looking at her never failed to stir his young libido, and he was eternally grateful that he'd met her. Just let me know when you've seen enough and we can cut out of the party at any point. Elsewhere, Vincent Stone was making his own preparations. He'd been working from the shadows for a long time, but with a big, public target like this...a target that suited his own plans...it was time for the Praetorian to show his face for the first time. He pulled on his mask and then went to meet the crew that he'd hired. He had gotten word just half an hour earlier that the weapons shipment he'd tried to secure had been disrupted. That wouldn't be an issue tonight, but it was something he'd been counting on for later. Most of his work was in trying to keep the mafia continuing to run business as usual, hiding the fact that there was someone pulling the strings from outside. It was a small percentage of jobs, like that gun shipment, that were connected to his own plans. Well, nothing to be done about the weapons for now. The Knight Rider was already a target. He'd quietly put a bounty out on her. She was a pain in the ass to his role as a cop, and she was a bigger pain in the ass for the Praetorian. Dealing with her was going to be the next priority, after he hit his target tonight. He met up with his crew, the group he had hand-picked for their work tonight. He had to be careful about who he dealt with in person. This group only knew him as the Praetorian, but they all suspected he was just another mob boss. This crew, however, had no direct mafia connections, mostly being comprised of ex-military. Any final questions about the plan? he asked, his voice distorted into a raspy whisper. There were none. All right. Be careful what you shoot at, since we don't want to kill the targets. He smiled. It's time to crash a party.