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Southpoint Above the Corner of Tempest and River Run, August 19, 2025 02:00hrs.
A group of cops came out of the corner store, laughing as they counted their money. An extortion racket. I heard about these jackasses working with the local Nasty, Bloodstone. Big, ungly and painful to know. Rumor had it that McClintock’s crew would offer protection from the local criminal element after Bloodtone paid the merchant a destructive visit.
Pay up and stay safe or watch your insurance fees go through the roof, with your head soon to follow.
“Find anything interesting?” said a voice in a deep gravel tone. Sparks played through my fingers. “Sparky?”
“Cute, but that ain’t my name,” I said. Wasted his chance, but he sounded cocky enough. I’ve being in enough streetfight to known that the truth would only come out after the punches started flying. I looked at him. The dude wore black and green getup with matching mask/googles.
“And you are?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” he said.
This guy was getting on my nerves and the quarry was getting away. “I don’t have time for this spandex boy.” I lept to the next rooftop. My new found friend followed. The cops walked at a leasurely place down the street. After two other rooftstops I turned on my shadow. “Listen, I don’t know what you want, but I’m not into guys, spandex or not, so get lost.”
“Hilarous,” he said.
I detected the posh tone, “Oh shit, what do we have here. A rich boy slumming it! Listen I have no time in babysitting slummers from Northpoint, got it?”
“What if I told you I knew where Bloodstone was?”
That got my attention, “You know where he is?”
“My sources narrowed it down to an abandoned hotel three blocks east from here. Without their boogeyman these gangsters won’t be able to extort more money out of the people of Southpoint.”
“And you’re going to walk in on a Nasty and give him a good thrashing, right? You and what army?”
He spoke with self confidence bordering of smugness, “I’ve done it before. You probably heard about it.”
I stepped on the edge of the roof, “Well, good luck with that.”
“Far more sensible than attacking some police officers on duty and becoming the SCPD most wanted man.”
Little Lord Fauntleroy has a point.
“Lead the way, m’lord,” I said.
“The name is Hunter,” he said.
I stiffled a laugh, “Meh, I heard worse. Maze by the way. I just got one question, why are you doing this?”
“Because it is the right thing to do,” he said. “And you?”
“Because it needs to be done.”