章節 241: CHAPTER 237
While both men occupied the front seats of the vehicle, Fang laid at the back seat unconscious. He had lost consciousness the moment he felt a bit at ease, relived from the pain of having his ribs continuously broken and almost puking out his guts a couple of times.
It's been about half an hour drive and the van finally came to a stop. "We are here." One of the men informed Fang, tapping him in an attempt on waking him up.
"I'm up." Fang replied as they supported him in getting out of the van and leading him into a building. His vision was a bit blurry and he felt lightheaded due to shortage of blood, this was a result from the internal bleeding and punctured organs.
He tried looking around to see if he was taken to one of their hideouts in Gotham City but he had a banging headache and could barely make sense of the dark surroundings.
They led him into a building and stopped in front of a door, then told him that the boss was right behind that door.
The moment he walked right through door, he realized he has been taken right back into the hell he thought he had escaped from. "Oh, welcome back friend." Tom greeted with a shrewd smile on his face, comfortably seated as he waved at Fang.
"On your knees." One of the men behind him commanded, while the other kicked the back of his knee and he dropped on one knee.. He had no strength to support himself anymore, even as he tried getting back on his feet.
"So tell me, what is it like to have a brief moment of solace and then getting kicked right back into your place of anguish?" Tom taunted but didn't get a response from Fang who tried maintaining his composure rather than breakdown.
Tom knew there was a possibility of Fang bitting off his own tongue to end it all since he's been captured and also lost his lover. But Fang seemed to be a soldier who would rather be killed than commit suicide.
"Tie him back up against the post and ensure to wear him the meta dampening neck brace." Tom instructed the men who first appeared to be Fang's saviours while they worked for his captor.
They tied him up against the post while food was brought to him, they tried feeding Fang but he refused to eat or drink anything offered.
"I thought this might happen, come in nurse. It seems your up." A nurse who appeared like she was working late hours walked in with a med box, already paid to ensure Fang doesn't bite the dust anytime soon.
She placed the box on the table, opened it and pulled out a syringe. The nurse injected Fang with it and he passed out within a couple of seconds, a couple of necessary medical equipment were also made available for her.
"Get him down from there, she would need to examine him as much as she can." Tom instructed before getting up to take he's leave. "Remember you just need to treat him enough to keep him alive for a couple of days, that's all." He added before walking out.
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"Heard anything from those two?" Arthur asked Jamie who immediately switched off the TV and tossed aside the remote.
Arthur found it odd that three days had gone by and neither Charlotte nor Fang had given a report regarding their hunt for the target, or even responded to their summons.
"I'm sorry Arthur, but Charlotte has been confirmed dead." Jamie handed him a file. "What is this?" Arthur asked as he unsealed the enveloped file.
"I got this from an informant at the Gotham PD, Charlotte was the woman found dead by the shore three days ago. Although she hardly looks recognizable but her hair, height and dress all match the deceased." As Arthur looked through the pictured, he could hardly believe his strong and temperamental colleague was dead, just like that.
"Anything regarding Fang?" He asked Jamie who leaned against the kitchen counter, sparking himself a cigarette. "Nothing on him yet." He replied, taking a long drag as he continued. "Fang's car was found at the top of a cliff and in a ravaged state, dismantled of it's metal parts."
"Clear signs of a fight having taken place that night. But the autopsy file from the police station showed she suffered fourth degree burns before drowning in the water." Arthur read from the file handed to him.
"I've never heard of a Pyro type meta getting burnt by their own flames....Unless they some how lost control of their powers and the flames exceeded their resistance level." Arthur tried piecing together how Charlotte ended up in that pitifully state of getting badly hurt by her own flames.
"Which doesn't make sense to us and to the police who tagged it as a murder case." Jamie replied while he opened the door to the fridge, grabbing himself a bottle of beer to go with his cigarette.
"At this point, what's our next move?" Arthur asked Jamie. "Everyone on our team that's been assigned this particular target is either dead or missing." He added.
"Relax Arthur, there's only one way to get answers. And that is for me to squeeze it right out of him myself." Jamie made it clear he had no intention of giving Tom a quick death.
"No, let me go instead. That way I could get revenge for our fallen comrades. He's not worth having you go after him yourself." Arthur put out his request to uptake the mission instead.
"Okay, but you shouldn't be emotional about this. They were professionals at their jobs, their deaths only shows they were weaker and incompetent against their target. Which is this humanitarian kid with the white hair, Tom fucking Hendricks." Jamie chugged down the remaining beer as he finished speaking, then placed the remaining cigarette on the ash tray next to him.
"It's awkward hearing you call him a kid when you're not much older than he is. It's no secret that you're incredibly strong and taken quite a remarkable number of lives, but I think you should act your age every now and then, you seem to forget you're just in your mid twenties." Arthur advised as he spread out the files to study what the police had concerning the case of their deceased colleague.
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Tom had Fang moved to another store house located at the outskirts of town. "Rise and shine sleepy head, you've had quite a nap." Tom called out as he gave Fang small slaps on his face.
Opening his eyes, he noticed he was connected to an IV drip, and was at a different location. That instant he tried using his powers the moment he noticed the metals around him but he could move the slightest bit of metal or even feel a connection with his powers.
"Chill out cowboy, you only just regained consciousness after competing for worlds longest nap. I had the nurse give you a little something to help wake you up and still took you two more days to regain consciousness." Tom tapped his glove hand on the meta dampening neck brace.
"If you try removing this elegant piece of art without the specified key, a needle will puncture your spine and you'll be paralyzed for life. Imagine being paralyzed in jail." He mocked.
Seeing that there was nothing he could possibly do since he had each of his limbs cuffed to the edge of the bed he woke up in, he decided to at least try getting some answers from Tom, hoping to use his presumed narcissistic personality to get information out of him.
"You sick bastard." He responded to Tom. "Considering what you did to my girlfriend and what you've done to me so far, I can't possibly imagine what you might have done to Stella." He baited, bring up the topic in hopes of Tom wanting to ravel in his past exploits and at least reveal what had happened with Stella.
"Stella? Oh, you must mean the ginger head with electrical powers." Unfortunately for him, it didn't go as he had hoped for.
"You think I'm some kind of egocentric dude who enjoys reliving his past escapades? Well you thought wrong and I'll leave you to give her story whatever sort of ending you wish to." The door opened and Jason stepped through, approaching the small bed that was positioned at the centre of storehouse.
"Is everything in place?" Tom asked as he watched Jase tap onto his watch while the nanotechnology had him fully changed into his Red Hood gear. "Of course, this is all that's left, then it's a wrap." Jase replied.
"The story about the dead woman being identified as a terrorist have been passed on to Vicki Vale, including the picture of the deceased Pyro bitch along with this dreaded weirdo over here." Jase briefly reported to Tom.
"How about the police?" Tom asked as he glanced around to see if anything was amiss.
"They should be arriving in twenty minutes tops." The building they used was a storehouse belonging to an offshore company so it was alright to lead the police to there, leaving behind a present for them.
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章節 242: CHAPTER 238
"Well, its been fun but I'm afraid this is goodbye." Tom articulated as he grabbed his jacket to leave.
"Honestly I don't get you man, you treated my wounds after beating the complete shit out of me. Yet you didn't get an ounce of info on Jamie or anything concerning the benefactor like you hope to."
"I don't have to worry about Jamie, he'll come to me sooner or later. Especially since everyone he sent after me never returned to report back to him." Tom replied with a smirk. "While I wait for him to come get me himself… I would advice you worry more about yourself at the moment and not concern yourself with other people's worries.
"I advice you take your leave now, sir. The police are almost there." Gwen's voice reverberated in his ear. "The police will be here any moment now, you wouldn't have to wait too long."
"I don't know what kind of trick you used against Char and I, but I assure you Jamie won't lose to the likes of you. He would use you for sport before ending you." Fang threatened, not a single doubt in his eyes as he spoke.
"I look forward to meeting him, unfortunately for Jamie he won't be able to cause me as much as a scratch." Tom said with a chilly sense of confidence as he stared him down.
"I wouldn't be so confident if I were you. I was wondering why you took the actions you did, or why you were so confident to engage us."
"And?" Tom asked with a raised brow, wondering what conclusion Fang came to.
"The look in your eyes says it all already, although you do a great job in concealing your true nature but I'll give you an advice as a parting gift, think of it as your reward for lasting this long as a target of the Sparrows."
"Get on with it already, I have quite a busy schedule today." Tom wasn't interested in hearing whatever he had to say, but it wouldn't hurt to indulge him one last time.
"Remember, pride often leads to the downfall of men who has never tasted defeat. I'll be out of prison in no time, and if Jamie hasn't finished you, I will take my sweet time in killing you myself." Tom could hear the disdain in Fang's voice as he spoke, he's last sentence was filled with so much resentment, especially when promising to kill Tom once he got out of jail.
"I doubt you would get to see my face ever again, so good luck with that." After his short response, he took off from the scene, slipping away from the incoming police vehicles at the nick of time.
Police vehicles surrounded the building, securing every possible escape route before making their way into the building, seeing nothing else but an injured man in al bed.
They immediately surrounded Fang who laid crippled at the middle of the empty space, covered in bandages. They trained their guns on him as they approached with caution.
"Relax officers, as you can see am the victim here." Fang tried playing the innocent victim card, unsure of what info Tom had given to the police about him.
"Call an ambulance, we're taking the suspect in." Commissioner Gordon instructed, dressed in a bulletproof vest and gesturing with his gun for his subordinate to search Fang incase he intend on doing anything funny.
"There's something around his neck." An officer announced as he cautiously proceeded to investigate the collar. "It's one of those collars used for neutralizing meta powers." He confirmed.
"There's a key over her." Another officer reported, certain it was the key to the dampening cuffs around Fang's neck.
Fang thought it impossible for the police to have any sort of evidence or identification on him. The Sparrows had insiders in the GCPD so he wasn't bothered for he was likely to regain his freedom in a week or less.
To this thought, he chose to remain silent and let the police carryout their so-called duties without showing a shred of resistance or showcasing any form of suspicious behavior.
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Later that evening the gang were off to their own activities at home. As usual, Tom was up in his room, going through certain work in his computer as he finalized a few deals.
His company building over at Metropolis was near completion and he had a bunch of business proposals for Ghost.
As he reviewed the offers, he noticed a lot of them were jobs he could just assign to Gwen like he had been doing for the past couple of months. Her algorithm was precise enough to direct heists and many other organized crimes without a snag.
One request which stood out was from a drug cartel which needed help importing a drug so rare that it could hardly be found even in the black market.
"Compound V-13 huh." Tom mused out loud. It was a drug rumored to give temporary meta powers. The request mentions importing just a crate full of this drug but the pay was very good.
"This drug is not only rare, but was no longer in production." He thought out loud, typing on his computer as he surfed deep into the dark weeb in search of it but found nothing.
There was no way of replicating that drug because the German lab previously responsible for making it with intentions of making normies feel super, and for the creation of super soldiers, was blown to bits by opposing countries before they could complete the formula in other to give it a permanent effect.
Tom let out a small laughter in amusement as only one conclusion added up while putting the little puzzle together as to how they got their hands on a crate full of it. "Those greedy bastards must have bought every compound V-13 available on the black market, now wanting to resell it for the price of a kidney." As Tom considered accepting the job, he was interrupted by Gwen.
"It's almost time for the evening news, sir." She informed. "Thanks Gwen, inform the others so they meet up at the living room." He replied before heading for the living room.
Making his way past Jason's room, he noticed the door was half way opened and he caught a glimpse of him staring out the window.
"Hey Jase." Knocking on his door, Tom pushed it a bit wider before going in. "I'm heading downstairs, you should come too." Tom called out to him but did not get a response as Jase kept staring out the window like he was in some state of hypnosis.
Tom found this behavior to be quite unusual so he walked up to him. As he approached, he noticed Jason's eyes were fixed out the window like he was caught in some sought of trance, sweating and fidgeting with his thumb and index finger.
"Hey, Jase." He called out with a louder tone as he firmly grabbed Jason's shoulder. "Yes…" He finally responded, averting his gaze to look Tom's way.
"Dude, are you okay?" Tom asked, fully aware it was probably from previous trauma. Either from the time Joker beat his ass to death with a crowbar, or a side effect of being raised from the dead.
"I'm fine, let's go see how well Vicki and the Commissioner did their job's." He replied as he gestured for them to head down to the living room.
Tom didn't ask questions regarding what might have triggered what Jase just experienced, but put it aside as they went down the stairs, only to find Leo laying on the couch with an opened magazine resting upon his face.
Using his powers, Tom tossed the magazine to the table. "Move your legs aside bro, that's my best spot for a good angle of the TV." He proceeded to drop off Leo's legs from the couch as he sat on the available spot, intentionally disrupting he's comfort.
Jason grabbed the remote and switched to the news channel, the headlines were according to the story he feed Vicki Vale as Red Hood, all except one which caught both Jase and Leo off guard.
The news made it known to the public that two key members from the terrorist group responsible for the gas explosion and the murder of police officers who tried rescuing civilians held hostage by this group, had been identified.
The news mentioned the police had been tracking them for some time but certain individuals who call themselves the Outlaws, got to them first. They confirmed the death of a female member, found dead by the sea shore and with signs of a battle around the scene.
They mentioned the police receiving a tip about the location of the other, but he was already in bad shape when they got to him.
Unfortunately he was killed at the hospital while under police custody, shot dead in his hospital bed.
Jase muted the TV as both him and Leo turned to Tom for an explanation, Fang's death was nowhere included in their briefing.
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