Eighth Most Wanted Monday

Koga Tana: Mistress of the katanas, she was raised to serve a secret order.

Alias: Tina Kong
Age: 25
Ethnic group: Japanese
Marital status: Single
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 125 lbs
Eyes: Green
Hair: Jet-Black
Known accomplices: Unknown
Abilities: Mistress of katanas, skilled in bushido jiu jitsu, leadership
Group affiliations: Unknown

Golden Age Sunday: Riding Sidecar Part 5

Riding Sidecar
Part V

I woke up confused with a splitting headache. When I reached for the back of my head, I found my arms were pinned to my side. Trying to tilt my head I quickly become aware that something that was wrapped around my head gagging me. Focusing on my surroundings, I come to the realization that I’m swinging high above the ground tied up by a fuzzy rope. Straining my eyes, I traced the rope to its base only to discover that it was Dorkin’s tail. Great, how was I going to get out of this?

My planning was cut short when I heard The Victor calling up from the ground, “Let her go Dorkin.” Shifting my gaze to the ground I saw The Victor standing beside a tied up Dyer. I really couldn’t tell with the beak, but she seemed to have a smug look on her face. I could see why, this was a hostage exchange.

I didn’t get a chance to kick myself for putting The Victor in this situation because Dorkin started laughing and swinging me around even more. After a few seconds he stopped, leaned off the branch towards The Victor, and said, “Let Buteo go or Ateles let girl go.”

As The Victor and Dorkin stared each other down, I quickly went over what Dorkin just said. Why did he call her Buteo? Why did he call himself Ateles? After a second I remember what The Victor said before we went into the park, “Or as he likes to call himself, Lox.” He also said they were animal enthusiasts with spliced DNA. Studying Dyer for a second, I realize she wasn’t just a mash of varies birds but a red-tail hawk, genus Buteo. Meaning that Dorkin may not have mixed and matched monkey DNA, but that of a spider monkey, genus Ateles. Before I could continue along that line of thought, Dyer/Buteo knocked me off it when she smugly told The Victor, “Your move hero.”

Letting out a laugh, The Victor nodded his head towards me and said, “Actually its her move.” I was thinking that this was going to be my last teamup with The Cheerful Champion but to hear The Victor still had faith in me, even when I was the hostage, gave me hope and removed any doubt in my mind. Well might as well try.

Biting into Dorkin’s/Ateles’ tail, I prepared myself for the fall. As expected Dorkin howled in pain and released his hold on me, falling toward the ground I swung my whip out towards the nearest branch. Securing the hold, I swung feet first into a very surprised Dorkin’s face. Landing on the tree limb, I quickly unhooked the whip and snapped it after Dorkin, wrapping him up in manner similar to how I woke up minutes ago. Activating the grippers in the handle of my whip, I planted it into branch and start to climb down the tree. On the ground I discovered The Victor had called the police and had gagged Dyer with an acorn and tied her to a tree.

It took the police twenty minutes to find us, just enough time for The Victor to locate The Co-Champion and put it back onto The Crimson Sentinel. As the police car pulled away with Dorkin and Dyer we got back onto our respective vehicles. Starting up the bike, The Victor asked, “So what do you want to eat, Detective?”

Confused I looked around trying to figure out who he was talking to, “Who? What?”

I got the answers I was looking for when I heard The Victor laughing beside me, “Sorry, I like to give nicknames to the people I teamup with. I was asking what you want to eat.”

Confused I asked, “You still want to teamup with me, after I almost got us killed? And why call me ‘Detective’?”

Leaning towards me, he flashed a grin and said, “You’re always asking questions and you proved that you can handle yourself. So yes, I still want to teamup with you.”

Geda had gotten away, but The Victor was acting like we had won. I was hungry, so I shrugged my shoulders and said, “Okay, Steve’s Deli, its about a block away.”

Getting the booth Blue Beak and I normally eat at, The Victor ordered, big surprise, a glass of milk and I got a soda. After thanking the cook, who personally delivered our food, he finished the story he was telling, “So Blue Beak looks at Quiver and says, ‘But I was following you,’” sending both of us into a fit of laughter.

As I listen to him tell me another stories about Blue Beak and The New York Patrol, some funny stuff, I couldn’t help but go back to my line of thought earlier today. What caused him to become a hero? Whatever it was, he was surprisingly modest. When the owner offered to pay for our lunch, The Victor just politely declined and asked for the bill. The cook never served Blue Beak or I and we always paid for meals.

Finishing up the lunch, The Victor reached into his belt and said, “You’re missing something from your utility belt.”

After searching my pouches for what it could be, I turned to ask what it was only to find him handing me a small round device with a red v on it. Taking it from him, I started looking it over, “A V-Radio? But I thought only Patrol members have ones.”

Nodding his head, The Victor laughed, “Yes, a V-Radio. And yes only Patrol members can have them.”

Trying to suppress my excitement I asked, “Does that mean…”

The V-Radio cut me off with a booming announcement, “Attention all units, Lox has just attacked the prison transport with Ateles and Buteo. Repeat. Lox has just attacked the prison transport.” Just when I thought the day couldn’t get anymore exciting.

Two minutes later, after The Victor paid the bill and left a sizable tip, a twenty, we were tearing down the street in The Crimson Sentinel and The Co-Champion. The Victor was wearing his trademark grin and I was wearing a similar one. I had the feeling that that day was just beginning and I wasn’t wrong.

The End…

for now.

First Night on the Town part 5

About five minutes later, I’m sitting on a ledge overlooking the city. I’ve taken off the mask and laid the shield down beside me. Studying the bloodstains on the mask, I go over what the Masked Man said and can’t think of anything to argue against. I shouldn’t be a hero. Sorry Victor, but you wasted your life on a nobody.

Standing up, I catch my reflection in a window. Intentional or not the Masked Man fixed my face, so at least I don’t have to come up with a lie to tell Mom and Henri. They worry enough about me. Especially after what happened in New Orleans. I’ll worry about what to do about tomorrow, tomorrow. Throwing the mask back on and slipping the shield I leap off the roof to the one below I start heading home to forget this bad idea.

Running across the rooftop I hear someone say, “Freeze.” Great, the police. How can this get any worse? I turn to see a man wearing a black riot mask and bodysuit with guns strapped here and there pointing two large Uzis at me. I had to ask, it’s my personal nightmare man, Gunner.

I try to stay calm as I raise my hands in the air and stutter out a question, “G-G-Gunner?! How did you get out of ‘The Can’?”

Gunner lets out a soft laugh and yanks off his mask. I stare at the face of my former best friend, not believing that it’s him. But it’s him. He still cuts his hair military style and he still has the scar I gave him. It’s Billy. It’s Billy with GUNS.

I’m shaken out of my shock when I hear his answer, “Dad didn’t. I’m the new and improved model. Bye.” I see him raise the Uzis again and open fire.

Third Tower Thursday

Cheant* (The Can) Prison: A supermax for supercriminals, its located in on an isle just east of the Statue of Liberty. Built into solid rock, it stands ten stories tall and two miles wide. The prison is divided into two sections, alpha & beta. Alpha for the super powerful criminals and beta for the average ones. "The Can" is famous for being to only active prison to never have a successful escape, yet. Its also famous for its two most know inmates, Emerald Elf and the Gunner, who have tried to break the prison's flawless record.

*I've found two different definitions for Cheant. The first says it means the falling and the second says it means dearly. Until I find out which it is I will be referring to it be its nick name "The Can."

Sixth Wordy Wednesday

Alien: A being not of this Earth. (duh)

Seventh Temporal Tuesday

Nikoli Stile. Thief. Criminal Mastermind. Genius. Trickster. Hero. What can be said about him that he hasn't said himself?

Born Nicholas Stile to Irish immigrants, Henry and Elizabeth Stile in the spring of 1963. Henry was a lifetime beat cop and his wife, Elizabeth made money reading at the local library.

Even at when he very young, Nick showed that he was different from other kids his age. He retained everything he saw or heard, could learn a skill just by seeing some else do it, and solved most puzzles within minutes.

He first made world news, when at the age of 4, he left his parents at the New York Zoo and went home to catch his favorite cartoon. He had crossed town with money he found off the street, borrowed a neighbor's hair pin so he could pick the lock to his parents apartment, and called his father's precinct to let them when the show was over to tell them he was okay. Even after all that, he made the news the next year because he refused to go to an advanced school and would only attend public school with his friends.

He seemed to fade from the public mind, but sprung back when at the age of 15 he moved out of his parents home and had himself declared a legal adult. No one know where he got the money, but he apparently he owned a few pawnshops and loan offices as well as a bar. He again bopped up when he disappeared near the end of his junior year and didn't return until a year later having changed his name from Nicholas to Nikoli. To no one's surprise he graduated valedictorian.

He turned down offers to attend college and left on a ship with a few of his friends, not to be heard of until Superbowl Sunday the following year. Using assumed names, he had payed for two minutes of screen time and gave a speech on how the world was giving into apathy and he couldn't stand it any longer. He declared himself a nomad and said that criminals would be punished under his watchful eye. At the end of his speech 20 of the world's most wanted people were delivered, by mail, to the offices of Interpol, the FBI, and other similar branches throu out the globe.

Seventh Most Wanted Monday

Seeing how I've run out of villains that are tied to Virgil's past, except for Emerald Elf, I'm going to introduce someone that he will be meeting soon, Adrenalin.

Adrenalin: A thrill seeking millionaire, he commits high risk crimes more for the excitement than for the money.

Real name: Ed Drilman
Age: 23
Ethnic group: Caucasian
Marital status: Single
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 185 lbs
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Blonde
Known accomplices: Unknown
Abilities: Pilot, skydiving, mountain climbing, deep sea diving, expects in explosives, surfing, snow surfing, polar bearing, and other extreme sports.
Group affiliation: Unknown