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Even before they’d entered the brownstone, Bluewolf knew that Vivian had returned. It was a good sign. To say the evening had been successful was a matter of opinion. Ryu had reported – through Kaye – that both Kardiac and the kid, Major Freedom, were in critical but stable condition. Melody was on the edge of exhaustion after the row with Corin’s cult, and Ryu wasn’t faring much better according to Kaye’s translation. The ringing in his ears had finally subsided and had slipped into an odd quiet. Odd because he’d never experienced total and complete silence before. And even though the GCPD was busy tagging all the evidence they’d managed to obtain – and there was an alarming amount – if it were to be looked at as a war of attrition, they would be on the losing end.

“Vivian’s here,...

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He could see more of his own reflection in the glass then the surgery that went on behind it. Still, that suited him fine. On the other side, Corin was assisting Strategoi’s finest surgeons. Sighing, he pulled his hands out of his pockets and dug a finger into the black knot under his chin, tugging it loose till the two black bands hung down from his neck. “It almost makes you wonder.”

Silhouette stepped the rest of the way through the doorway to stand next to him. “What’s that?”

“If we’d brought the kid in…”

“The way tonight’s gone,” she shook her head, “who’s to say he’d have been better off.” She turned to the Dapper Detective. “You got to him. We have him here. He’s going to be fine.” He stood there still looking at himself in the glass, his torn coat draped over one arm...

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He heaved the cardboard banana box to the floor. It was overflowing with all sorts of knick-knacks and keepsakes and everything else under the sun but bananas. That was it then. The last box moved from his car into his new apartment. All that was left now was to unpack the thirty odd containers which varied from said banana boxes to suitcases to plastic bags and waste paper bins, all crammed with as many personal belonging as he could get over to the U.S.

Truth be told there was even more than that...

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The Mid-Night Man stepped out of the shadows of the roof top access of the Kentech building and looked around. It appeared that he had beaten Capin here even with the time it took him to go to the hospital and sneak some supplies to bring with him.

“Hey doc,” The Starlight Sleuth turned to see Capin leaping from the fire escape to the roof holding a limp body in his arms. Instinctually, Corin removed his cloak, and placed it on the roof motioning for Capin to lay the body on it. He knelt down to get a better look at the patient.

“My God, this kids probably what sixteen, maybe seventeen?”

“I think so.”

“What the hell happened to him?” Corin said as he pulled open one of Major Freedom’s eyelids and shined a flashlight to check the dilation of his eyes.

“I dunno...

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“You intended to kill him?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t believe that.”

“You don’t want to believe that.”

“What happened to Jorge Vega?”

“You killed him. You killed my father.”

“He killed mine first.”

“I was there… right in front of my eyes! How could you?”

“Jorge got what he deserved.”

“You don’t mean that. I know you Eddy.”

“Maybe not as well as you thought.”

“He can’t hurt us anymore.”

“What he did to Andy… what he’d have done to you…”

“That’s your excuse? He killed him, so he deserves to die.”

“Pretty much how I see it.”

“Then where does that put me, Amante? You killed my father… am I supposed to kill you?”

“If you think it’s what I deserve.”

“You’re still my Eddy Lane.”

“I am Kardiac. Jorge Vega made certain of that the night he killed my father...

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“You’re sure you’re alright?” His arm resting against the roof, as Capin stuck his head in the Acura’s driver’s side window.

Melody smiled at him. “I’m alright. I’m just tired.” And she looked it. She had expended quite a bit of energy, more than she was willing to admit. “I’m just going to head home, curl up with a bottle of wine.” She reached out and dusted the soot and dirt from his once stark white shirt. “You should join me.”

“I should, and I will.” His jaw stiffened in a yawn, and he didn’t bother fighting it. “Don’t wait up. And don’t worry.” She leaned over, held back slightly by the belt that ran across her chest, kissed his cheek and told him that she wouldn’t wait up...

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The rain roared as it drove into the roof of warehouse number 05-39. It was as if the great spirits knew there would be bloodshed this night and had turned loose a deluge to wash it away before it had a chance to stain the earth. Or, in less philosophical terms, it was raining it’s ass off and Bluewolf was happy that he wasn’t out in it. His thoughts strayed to the rest of his teammates, wondering how they were faring. They’d agreed to a communication blackout to keep the risk of alerting the ‘other side’ to a minimum, though direct links between each pair of team members was still essential.

The sodium lights cast a dim yellow glow over the warehouse floor, keeping the rafters where he and Tigris waited for Rant and Rave to show...

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Blacksheep looked at the Predator gun drones hovering above the two heroes. She then looked at her – and she used this term loosely – partner, Lady Lash. Blacksheep thought that she was going to have a fair fight between them and the heroes below but obviously Kaja and her employer had other plans. Natalia did not like her one bit; you can blame it on Chechnya, but that wasn’t the reason. Natalia hated her because she knew how to push her buttons. “What’s the matter darling,” Lady Lash said watching the two heroes dodge for cover as the drones stalked them, “upset your precious Волк** isn’t here?” She watched with detached interest, as if viewing a tennis match.

“That does not concern you Kaja,” Blacksheep said her eyes never leaving the drones and their quarry, “what should con...

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— The TV showed a group of police standing outside a house where a large group of protesters stood shouting as they watched a group of Nazi’s stomp an American flag in the ground, dump oil on it, then fold it up and turn handing it off to another “Sergeant, this flag has been inspected and it’s been determined to be too damaged for service anymore” then the man took the flag turned and dropped it into a burning barrel, turning around as the Nazi’s started stomping another flag into the ground.

One of the chaos one Nazi in full “Gestapo” uniform steps up to the media and openly states “We will continue this until the United States becomes pure again” pointing to an African American in the crowd “When people like that live and work here, this country will keep falling and become just ...

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Rain fell on Garrison like static over an old television set. If this really was the beginning of the end, what was it symbolic of? Was it a cleansing rain or a flood to drown them all out and start anew? Capin wondered if they ought to have built an ark as a backup. Then again, Wolf probably already has one. Enry pulled tighter around his host and the rivulets just rolled right off. You see, he keeps it in a warehouse down by the docks. That’s why he volunteered for the job at the docks. The formal clad adventurer hopped up over the ledge on to the roof of The Mill. With the higher vantage point he gave another look over the Theater District. The Big Night had yet to bring about any fireworks, but it was early yet.

Aaron does not have an ark. Melody’s voice echoed somewhere between his ea...