Log:Blackwolves, Scene 1

Blackwolves 2005/09/19 Dark Horse MIB

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Wharf Street South

This part of Wharf Street is the wealthier area along the docks with the Yacht club to the south, and several nice sized seafaring vessels docked nearby. A few of the more prominent businesses have a warehouse or two along this area, some even displaying boating goods for sale. Several streets branch off this part of the Wharf, Ming Street to the northwest, while Golden Sands Road angles off to the southwest. The impressive Colonial Bay Bridge is a popular tourist attraction with its grandiose modern design to the east which takes them on to Sandy Bottoms Island on the other side.

This is a doorway leading to Taka Sishimai Dojo.

A man wearing a wide-brimmed fedora and black trenchcoat appears at the entrance to a nearby alley and raises a pair of hi-tech looking binoculars trained at Steel's gyms.

Dark Horse notices the man in the fedora, and moves to the edge of the building, to get a better look.

The binoculars suddenly shift up, pointing right at Dark Horse. The man lowers the binoculars once more, and raises one hand, making little come closer motions towards Dark Horse.

Dark Horse jumps off the building, swinging off the fire escape a couple of times before landing on the pavement of the alley on his feet.

The Man in Black bobs his head to show respect, then quietly says, "Dark Horse, I presume? I was hoping I might run into you. I have . . . heard you have a, shall we say, dislike for organized crime?"

Dark Horse nods, "That's me. And you're correct. Who are you?"

The MIB glances carefully around the alley, before finally replying, "A reputable businessman, you might say. I have learned that a pair of highly trained foreign assassins have been brought into the city to take out a couple of vigilantis who have been interfering with local criminal interests. Their current target is a man known as 'Eleven'. He has been playing havoc with the Triads as of late. However, I have just been informed that the second target on their list is . . . you." He very carefully reaches into his trenchcoat and takes out detailed sketches of both Blackwolves. "The assassins have some kind of hi-tech energy whips and protective forcefields."

Dark Horse looks at the sketch, "Hrm. I saw the news report on these two. I'm sure I can take them...but I better warn Eleven." He doesn't look overly concerned, oddly.

The MIB nods, "My concern is simply keeping both you and Eleven alive. . . But be warned, they are dangerous individuals. They have already killed three people on this very street."

Dark Horse nods, "Any idea why I'm a target, exactly?"

The MIB shrugs, "I believe they are targetting individuals who have caused problems for the local criminal elements. From what my sources said, the Wolfguard are extremely expensive. Possibly expensive enough that more than one local crime lord needed to pool their money to acquire their services. Oh, on a side note, I was informed my employers have hired the services of a professional to deal with their presence in the city. Considering the assassin's skill, it only seemed prudent. A freelance metahuman from western Europe who specializes, so I've heard, in neutralizing Wolfguard agents."

Dark Horse thinks to himself... . o O (Why would Pride do this? My ruse must be working with him, to a degree. He doesn't know...so he might be working with the Cangelosis to bring me down.) He nods..."What's the name of the meta being brought into town?"

The MIB shrugs, "I'm afraid I wasn't informed of the particulars. However, I was instructed to pass on to you the fact that he or she will be wearing a 'silver rose'. So as to prevent any unfortunate misunderstandings."

Dark Horse nods. "Alright. And you still can't tell me your name, or who your employer is? A little information would add a little veracity to what you're saying here. Color me at least partially skeptical."

The MIB shrugs as he turns to depart, "A man of your reputation, I'm sure you are more than capable of doing your own investigation into the matter."

Dark Horse nods, "Alright...fair enough." He smiles under his mask, and says quietly, "Hey...a reputation. That's kinda cool."

The MIB heads down the alley towards where it opens on the opposite side of the block.

Dark Horse furrows his brow, "Weird."

After leaving the alley, he walks several blocks. Suddenly, he pauses outside what looks like an abandoned house. He pulls a small device, resembling a cellphone out of his pocket and holds it up in the air. Then he returns the device to his pocket and pulls what looks to be some kind of pistol out of his pocket and carefully approaches the house, standing up against the wall while reaching over to open the front door.

Dark Horse watches closely, keeping out of sight for the moment. He'll follow up when the man slips inside.

The MIB pauses long enough to slip on a pair of latex gloves, then finally opens the door and slips inside the apparently abandoned house. The sharp scent of blood wafts out through the open door.

Dark Horse pulls out his PDA, and notes the address. He then puts the PDA away, and follows...sneaking over to the front door.

From the front door, Dark Horse can see a human body lying in a pool of blood in the living room. The body is wearing a blue suit and a rather large blade, with the Clasher insignia on the handle, is sticking out of his back where his spine would be. The MIB, avoiding stepping in the blood, is going around the pool to a dingy picture hanging from the wall. He lifts the picture, revealing the shattered remains of a small digital camera that had been hidden in a hole in the wall behind the picture.

Dark Horse raises an eyebrow, and backs off a little bit, finding a hiding spot, since he suspects the MIB will be coming back out shortly.

The MIB sighs as he looks over the wreckage of the camera, "They must have found out we were bugging their meeting place. Damn. Wonder how much bad information they fed us before they decided to take out our camera." He looks over at the body, his eyes narrowing, "My god . . . That's Harvey Frost. The Clashers really did it this time. The cops are going to come down on them like a load of bricks. Well. Good riddance." He shrugs, then heads back towards the front door.

Dark Horse stays hidden for the moment, and sees where the man goes.

The MIB heads out of the house, then walks down another block before hailing a Taxi.

Dark Horse won't bother tailing him at that point. He WILL sneak in, and take a picture of the body, though...but not any further than that, since he knows the rest of the place is likely bugged. He'll come back out, and contact the authorities about the killing, using his radio.

A few minutes later a police hovercar and an ambulance show up. Officer Greggs looks surprised as all get out to see Harvey lying dead in the abandoned house, but quickly hides his shock. The body is moved to the ambulance and yellow police tape is quickly put up around the building. Standard police procedure follows.

Dark Horse answers what questions he can...which isn't many.