Simon paced the area in the
predawn twilight seething with a helpless rage. The 'Angel' struck again...
BIG. Thirty-four dead men arranged to spell out 'You're Welcome' in the
middle of the street. This was definitely beyond his ability to contain,
and he tasted bile at the THOUGHT of the news choppers getting a lead-in
for the six o'clock parade. It didn't seem POSSIBLE that ONE twisted son-of-a-bitch
put himself against more than THIRTY - let alone WIN. Those that didn't
catch each other in their own crossfire were put down like dogs, most with
a single killing blow! Some sort of shadow stalker that contents itself
to rip the hell out of crooks and lowlifes - at least for NOW... Crime
in general - not counting THIS stuff - was down 80% from last week, and
after this should be damn near nil. What happens when this 'Angel' doesn't
have any more crooks to kill? He shuddered at the possibilities. Whatever
it was, it was having a ball tearing up the citizens of HIS town. Garbage
level citizens, sure, but citizens; and for all the manpower he had, he
couldn't stop it. Best case scenario has the press GLORIFYING this twisted
fuck into some kinda badass Batman, and THAT'LL bring all SORTS of would-be
vigilantes out of their Apocalypse Bunkers to take their OWN bites out
of crime... This was spiraling from 'out-of-control' to 'Dodge City' and
he had no answers to give... How do you stop a guy like this? Did he even
WANT to?
Jim drove up to the scene,
and looked around morosely. "He's been busy," he grimaced as he took in
the carnage.
"Busy isn't the word," nodded
Simon. "We've got the leaders of four out of five of the area crime factions
present... Mario 'Snake Eyes' Bonelli, Dawson 'Creek' Morosco from the
Voids, Lawrence 'Jazz' Jefferies from the Dueces, Wataru 'Blade' Ikeda
from the Yakuza..."
"What about Alfred 'King G'
Smith, isn't he the current leader of the 357's?"
"That's the funny part... Seven
from every side BUT the 357's... Only SIX, and no 'King G' among the dead..."
"A survivor? We've gotta grab
him... He could make this 'Angel' and we'd finally have something to go
on!"
"Well, we issued an APB for
Smith, but we haven't netted anything yet," replied Simon. "Look around,
see if you can come up with something. Here come the press, and I don't
think I can hold off the dogs this time... We're going to have our hands
full, Jim."
"Blair SAID that they'd come
out after him, AND that it would backfire," mused Jim.
"Sandburg has some information!?"
exclaimed Simon. "And you didn't come forward with it?"
"It was a theory, Simon. Pure
speculation. If we jumped at every cockamamie thought that spilled out
of his head, we'd never get ANY rest. He's in anthropolology, remember?
He's not a profiler, so this was pretty much just him taking a shot in
the dark."
"Dark or not, it was a bullseye.
Where is he? I'll have a chat with him to see what ELSE he THINKS this
monster MIGHT do."
"He's not with me on this,
Simon. I figured, since the last time he saw this thing's handiwork he
cracked his skull on a curb; he'd pretty much be better off somewhere else.
So he went over to the University to chat up ol' Kelso for some other conspiracy
theory to run down."
"Well, as soon as you see him,
bundle him over to my office, okay?"
"Will do, Simon."
"And see if you can't scare
up King G... Maybe you'll have more luck finding him than us."
Blair staggered out of the office
in a daze... Why did Bobo want HIM? He HAD to tell Jim... He walked numbly
to a pay phone and became aware of a LARGE hand on his shoulder. He froze
as it tightened on him like a vise.
"Hello, my intended," said
Bobo.
"What... What do you want?"
asked Blair - vaguely aware of his bladder emptying.
"We have much to talk about,
Little Brother. Much indeed."
Blair fainted.
"Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle!
'King G' Smith, I presume."
"Holy SHIT!" King G screamed
in surprise as he dropped his bag.
"Forget something, King G?
Returning to the scene of the crime?"
"Fuck that, man. You got nothing
on me... I had nothing to do with this..."
"Really? Then why are you sweating?
I think you got something to hide, 'King'... Let's see the bag."
"Fuck you. I don't gotta show
you shit without a warrant."
"Oh? How about if I run you
in as the prime suspect for this little dance, huh? Right now I got probable
cause AND reasonable suspicion. It won't be hard to add Motive, since with
all the heads of the other gangs dead, you'd have some serious clout..."
"I didn't do this shit, and
you KNOW it! It was -" King G trailed off with a wince, knowing he slipped.
"WHAT? Spill it, you bastard,
or I'll see to it you burn for this!"
"It was... Something. Something
not human... It couldn't be, man... Nothing human could do what it did...
"What happened here, King G?
What did you see?"
"What did I see? What do you
THINK? It was the longest ten seconds of my life, man. I ain't King G no
more, nah mean. I'm out."
"Out? Out of what?"
"Out of ALL of it, man. I quit
the 357's this morning... I also suggested that if they wanted to keep
doing like we did here in Cascade, they better find someplace else to do
it... The Angel owns the streets now... It killed all the kings of the
city, and left me to spread the word. I did, and now I'm out. So drop the
King G, okay? I'm just Al Smith from now on..."
"Not so fast, Al... What did
it look like? Did you see its face?"
"Not really... It was wearing
some kinda mask like that guy in that Jodie Foster movie had on when he
met the Senator, nah mean?"
"Jodie Foster movie?"
"Yeah, I forget the title,
but it was about this one crazy fuck that helped this fed chick catch this
other crazy fuck..."
"Silence of the Lambs?"
"THAT'S it! Yeah! But, dude,
this guy wasn't some act... This guy laid into all of us like we weren't
SHIT, and killed EVERYBODY. The smartass Mafia dude, the little crazy Jap,
EVERYONE. Dudes I grew up with... TOUGH dudes... And he tore them apart
like a buzzsaw... If I hadn't seen it go down, I wouldn't have believed
it was POSSIBLE this side of some bullshit chop-socky movie..."
"So why didn't this Angel kill
YOU? You were there to kill it, right?"
"Yeah, but when I saw it come
down on us, I couldn't move... I just couldn't move... He knocked me down
when the others shot in my direction, and then when it was all over he
let me go..."
"He let you GO?"
"I'm HERE, ain't I? He said
he gave me my life twice, and I shouldn't waste it anymore."
"Waste it how?"
"On the Life, man. See, I thought
about it, and I guess he showed me that the Street Life was a waste, nah
mean? Dudes killing other dudes killing other dudes, and for what? A street
corner? Some money? 'Cause they can? In the end, it's just a news story
and a statistic. I promised the Angel I wouldn't go out like that, and
I go back to school today."
"Back to school? Are you serious?"
"As serious as it gets, man...
Now if you'll let me pick up my schoolbooks, I can get on with my life..."
"Wait a second! You said it
killed guys you grew up with... Don't you want to help bring it down?"
"Yeah, he killed some dudes
I knew, man... But he let me live. TWICE. Those guys are dead, and me being
dead too wouldn't have meant shit... So now, I'm gonna spend what time
I got seeing to it that Al Smith WILL mean something, just like I promised...
If you want to try and stop it, man, you'll have some more mornings like
this, only it'll be COPS you're picking up like candy wrappers in the street..."
"What makes you say that?"
"Look, man, these guys were
PROS and he tore them apart. Guys whose whole LIFE was dedicated to the
Badass Way, and he came out of the shadows and ripped them all to shreds...
Cops, man? Forget it. No chance in hell, nah mean? He'd stack you boys
up like firewood..."
"We'll see about that, Al."
"YOU see, _I_ gotta get to
school..."
"Okay, but I'm going to have
to get a statement from you..."
"Now? C'mon, man, I haven't
been in school for four years... I'd hate to be late my first day back,
nah mean?"
"Alright, Al. After school.
Just don't skip town, get me?"
"I get you... I ain't goin'
nowhere, man. 'Cept to school, aight?"
"Okay. I'll talk to you...
Take care, Al." Jim let him leave. He was starting to put the pieces together
on this Angel, and he REALLY didn't like how the picture was turning out.
He'd definitely have to compare what he managed to pick up with whatever
information Blair got from Kelso... Hopefully, it wouldn't match up as
close as his gut told him it was going to...