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Post by starlord on Oct 2, 2007 17:41:16 GMT -5
The Dawn & The Dead Part 2 By Jayson Morriseau-Lussier & Katie Rhodes Cover by Zirronis Edited by Brian Burchette
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Post by starlord on Oct 2, 2007 17:41:48 GMT -5
Roberto Marcil was sweating underneath the hot lamp. The cops were sure that they had their man this time as Harvey Bullock paced around Marcil and pounded his fist on the table. “Where ya the night of the murders?!” Some of his spittle had landed on Marcil’s face as the young man just shook in fright.
“I told you like five times already!” Marcil resented the constant barrage that Bullock was putting on him as he had not broken yet.
“Yeah well, tell me again I think I gotta clean my ears out err something. Cause I ain’t hearing what I need to be hearing from you’s!”
“Bullock, ease off.” The voice of James Gordon filled the room.
Bullock turned around in disgust as he saw the Police Commissioner handing a handkerchief to the boy. "What's going on Commish?" Bullock looked at Gordon.
"There is due process, Bullock you've been hammering him for the past hour and he hasn't cracked. I don't think he's going to crack, because I don't believe he's the one we're looking for."
Bullock was incredulous to Gordon's assertions. "You gotta be kiddin' me right?"
Suddenly the door swung open and the supermodel Mari McCabe walked in with a high priced lawyer on her heels. She had promised Maroni to do her best to always keep his secret and she planned to try even beyond his death. "Roberto." She reached for the scared young man with a fondness as the lawyer started handling the cops.
The boy was shaking as he looked up at Mari and then he realized that things were going to be okay as the lawyer as having Bullock back off.
Gordon came over to Mari and whispered under his breath. "I got this... take Roberto out of here, if you don't mind." Gordon had whispered to her.
Bullock came over. "Where you taking da kid?" He looked at Mari.
"My lawyer will have his address." She gave Bullock a look that could freeze lava.
"Come Roberto." She took his arm and they walked out to the waiting limo.
Marcil seemed scared, but he knew he was going to be taken care of as they left the interrogation room. Gordon followed them until they were outside. He ducked into a small covey and he tore away a plastic mask and took a voice synthesizer off her his throat that had made him sound like James Gordon. He came back and put the mask and synthesizer into his case and closed and locked it. He was Wes Langley and he had been one of the few reasons that the boy hadn’t been getting beaten by the cops, because he had been able to keep an eye on Bullock.
Mari looked at Wes after the kid was in the car. "Nice job. You almost had me fooled. Coming with us?" She asked her hand on the car door.
Wes looked at her and shook his head. “No, I have some checking to do, but I did notice there is a description of a killer in Stockholm that matches the one here in Gotham, so I don’t think our friend is a local.” He looked at Roberto Marcil as he looked at Wes with astonishment.
“Mr. Langley can you really save me from prison?”
“I think we can Roberto, but we’re going to need you to help to put together a list of everyone that wanted Maroni dead.”
“I don’t know who would want him dead…” Marcil paused as he considered his words. “Unless someone found out about us and leaked it to one of his enemies in Hong Kong.”
“Hong Kong?” That made no sense because the killings that matched the story were in Sweden and not on the other side of the world.
“I am pretty sure that’s it, Mr. Langley…. And may I say that I think you’re so beautiful.”
“Umm yeah, I’ll see you later Mari call me.” Langley stepped away from the car and headed back the other way on foot.
She chuckled a bit and climbed in the car. "Where are you living now Robby hon." She had known about Maroni's taste and had been his cover. She was friends with Roberto and had no trouble taking care of him.
“I’ll take you there… Do you know if Mr. Langley likes guys?”
“No idea, Robby.” She chuckled again. “You’ll need to ask him.”
“Oh I want to!” They both shared a laugh as she took him home.
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Post by starlord on Oct 2, 2007 17:42:37 GMT -5
Yeah it had felt good to kill that idiot. I was glad the bullet had taken him out. The crowd was loud and the fashion show was hot with clothes that were barely there on painfully thin models. The gunshots were muzzled so the only thing the people saw was that idiot’s head being blown apart. I remembered seeing the crowd shriek. This has made me nothing but happy! Getting rid of the immoral scum will cleanse our world of debauchery.
Enjoying what I do and thoughtfully yours,
Jack.
That not was taped to his laptop. Langley raised an eyebrow as he sat down at his makeshift office or lack there of. He had been staying at the Waldorf in Gotham and he was used to be taking care of because of his prestige.
Someone had obviously allowed the killer access to them or maybe it was just him... either way there was a security risk now. He flipped open his cell phone and dialed Mari, but she didn't answer and it went to her voicemail. The message said that the memory was full and he couldn't leave a message.
"Figures," He said to himself. He closed the cell phone as he walked to the window an contemplated his next move. He then called the concierge desk.
The concierge desk picked up the phone. "Client Services." a young woman answered.
"Yes this is Wes Langley and I'll need to leave a message for Vix."
She took out a notepad and took note of the name. "Vix, is that the full name sir?"
"Yes, please tell her when she comes to get he message that I'll be checking out and will meet her at Hilton in Hong Kong."
"Yes sir, the message will be waiting for her."
"Thank you." Langley gathered his things as he flipped open his cell phone again. "Denise, book a flight for me to Hong Kong."
"Alright, sir." He heard her typing on the keyboard. "Done, sir. Your personal jet will be ready when you are."
"Thank you, Denise." He closed his cell phone. He sent an email to Mari's agent and then he closed his laptop and gathered the rest of his things and went downstairs to check out and head to Wayne Fields to get to Hong Kong...
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Post by starlord on Oct 2, 2007 17:43:12 GMT -5
Mari walked into the Waldorf with her head held high. She wore a hat and dark sunglasses with her jeans and blue top. Stopping at the front desk she got her message. Looking it over, she raised a brow and smiled. "Send up something sweet and low fat to my room."
Turning she took the stairs up into her room waiting until she was inside to draw her cell phone out of her bag. Calling her agent she pulled out her bags and began packing.
"I need to tickets to Hong Kong. First available flight. Oh and book me a room in the Hilton Hong Kong."
"Anything else "Your Majesty?"
"Don't get cheeky Sasha. I have a meeting and don't have time to deal with these Gothamites right now."
"Alright Mari. I'll take care of it." She could be heard typing away on a keyboard. "Alright "Vix" it's done. That is the dumbest Alias I've heard in a long time honey."
"I don't pay you to do my thinking "honey." Now if that shoot they wanted me for in Hong Kong is still available tell them I'll be there. Thanks Sasha." She flipped her phone closed.
A knock at her door resounded through the room followed by the call "room service." She smiled. "Bring it on in and leave it." She hopped in the shower. Climbing out she ate a little of the salad and some fruit while she finished packing.
Calling downstairs she smiled as the friendly female answered "Guest Services."
"I need my bags to be picked up and loaded into a car that should be arriving to pick me up for the airport."
"Yes ma'am. And should I prepare your bill now?"
"Please just run the card and fax the papers to Sasha Branson."
"Yes ma'am and thank you for your stay."
"Thank you." Vix smiled and hung up the phone. As the bellboys began picking up her bags and carrying them downstairs she pulled her shades back on this time wearing an orange summer dress as she picked up the cell and tried to call Wes.
Wes Langley’s cell phone rang. "Langley."
He looked at the flight itinerary as he looked at his watched as he realized that he was going to be going back a day when he arrived in Hong Kong.
"Hong Kong? And you can't even sweep me off my feet?" She smiled into the phone as she relaxed back into the seat of the limo.
"You're sure asking for a lot, Miss McCabe." he responded in a jocular nature to her. "I think our friend wants us to follow him there, I got a note from him... some how in my room."
"Really." She sighed a bit. "Well then. I hope you speak Chinese."
Langley responded to her with a chuckle. "Not a lick of it, Mari, besides it was a former English colony for a long time... there are still a lot of people that speak English there."
She huffed a bit. "Don't act like that Wes. Speaking Chinese is fun. I'll have to teach you." She looked up at the private plane on the air strip. "I'll see you yesterday." She joked lightly.
"If you say so." He said simply.
She sighed as she hung up the phone. "Get a sense of humor." She muttered as she boarded the plane.
The flight to Hong Kong was uneventful for the most part. The other folk on the plane with her were all members of the upper echelon of society. Doctors, lawyers, models, and actrors/actresses. Leaning back in her chair she crossed her long, slender legs. The orange summer dress she wore was light and flirty but her thoughts were somewhere else altogether. How had all this come about and why? Her mind puzzled several scenarios of where things would go but she couldn't shake a feeling of something darker.
What had that note said to provoke a sudden trip to China? What could provoke so public a killing? How had he gotten away? Had it been an "inside" man? How many other people did she know that could be in danger from this man? She sipped her drink and closed her eyes shutting herself off as she concentrated on centering herself.
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Post by starlord on Oct 2, 2007 17:43:57 GMT -5
The beauty of Hong Kong awed her every time. As she stepped out of the car in front of the Hilton she smiled. The bustle was crazy but she found it fun. Walking into the hotel, she smiled. The arrangements had already been made and she only stopped to get the key and check for messaged for Vix. Hong Kong also had a dark underbelly that boasted of gangs and the Chinese Mafia. It wasn't a place you wanted to get lost in, if you didn't know where you were going. The plaza was full of people and places that might make you think this was Chinatown in New York, but it was a completely different world.
Langley had been there for quite some time as he saw Mari coming into the entrance. The camera bulbs were flashing... after all she was a supermodel. he crowds.
"You're late." He said under his The glare of the cameras flashing in her eyes made her immensely glad she had yet to take her sunglasses off. Smiling she posed for a couple shots and then moved on to step onto the elevator to be taken to her room. She hadn't spotted Wes yet.
Langley weaved through the mob that was surrounding her as he pretended to be her agent. "Excuse me everyone, please excuse me." He moved some people aside as he helped her get through the crowds.
"You're late." He said under his breath to her.
She felt him take her arm and smiled as if there were nothing amiss with that. Her response to him was a soft huff of breath. "You try traveling low key. It just doesn't happen for me." She grumbled softly. "I could have imagined a more romantic trip to China."
Langley looked at her. "We're trying to solve a murder, Princess not get lost in a romance novel... eh?" He was being extremely short and curt with her, but he had seen some awful things in his time and the murders in Gotham had made him realize that were was a lot more at stake here than just a plain grudge.
He looked around. "How often have you been in Hong Kong anyway?"
When they were away from all the crowd and the eyes and flashbulbs she yanked herself out of his grip and practically hissed. "No need to be hateful Mr. Langley."
She jerked her shades off and jammed them into her bag as she pulled out her blackberry. "A time or two not that it matters to you."
Langley put his head down as he realized he was pushing all the wrong buttons here. Vixen was one of the newer members of the Justice League and in fact she had been seen dating high profile politicians and celebrities. She was a supermodel that was actually super, but the problem was that Langley didn't show her the respect that she had from the runway, instead he was more interested her abilities.
His own abilities notwithstanding though, he could hold his own in a fight as she had seen just a few days, prior. Crazy times to be had for sure.
"I am sorry, let's hit the reset." He looked at her. "Welcome to Hong Kong, Mari, I am glad you're here... now can we get to work?"
"Are you always so... impatient? Fine, fine. Show me this note or whatever you received." Mari moved over toward him and sat on the window seat with her feet tucked beneath her.
They reached the room that had separate bedrooms. He was wealthy enough to buy the whole hotel, but he wasn't interested in doing business in Hong Kong for very much longer. Langley took out the piece of paper that had been attached to his laptop.
"Whoever this is, knows what they are doing." He watched her as he paced from back and forth. "I don't know how he or she got in, but they didn't steal anything. And only just left that."
She looked over the note and sighed a bit. "So much for seeing the sights." She teased a bit and then looked the note over again. "Now I'm just guessing here... but you found no fingerprints or anything right..."
Standing Mari too paced and then moved to her bag. Pulling out her laptop she turned it on. While it was booting up she walked over into her bedroom leaving the door open so she could talk to him as she stepped behind the oriental screen to change clothes. "I've got a contact or two here and I've been given some tips on places not to go. I'm thinking that's a good place to start looking for this guy."
Wes tapped his chin with his forefinger as he considered what he was going to say, but truly he kept his own opinions to himself all the time but he had learned in his haste that most people might consider what he had to say as brash or rude.
He was who he was, and he couldn't change the fact that his wealth was earned by hard work and determination. Langley knew that Mari for better or worse was determined like he was to see justice done.
She came out of the room and smiled tapping a code into her laptop. Soon some satellite images were coming up. Leaning over she pointed with a long, claw like nail. "Here... and here." She indicated two of the images for him to look at.
"These are two of the places the worse things happen they say. I don't know what you have in mind but I was thinking that we start there. Between the two of us someone is bound to sing."
Langley raised an eyebrow. "Chances are you're right, but the problem is when we get close that cat... Forgive the pun, is going to come a clawing." He looked at her.
"I know someone that is connected to the Mafia here and I think I can get her help us. How well do you like girls?"
"Pardon me?" She raised a brow looking over her shoulder at him as she capped a water bottle. "That all depends on how you're asking I would suppose."
"You know what I mean..."
"That's what I thought. Why does my sexual orientation matter?" She crossed her arms a bit. She didn't normally get into the lesbian scene but if it was a necessity for getting in... well she was a pretty good actress too.
Wes shook his head. "I don't care what your sexual preferences are, Mari, but Liu Chen does. I bet we can get the information we need from her..."
"What Langley? Scared to spit your thoughts out?" She sighed a bit and shrugged. "Listen if it's necessary... I can do it."
"I guess we'll know if we go there." He looked at her in total seriousness as he ignored the little barb she had thrown out.
She shrugged in an almost mock bow. "We going to do this or what?"
He shrugged. "Ready when you are." He went into the other suite bedroom and came out dressed as his personae. “I am starting to think you like to look at my butt.” He smirked as he went to the window and then jumped from the balcony and extended his arms as wings formed from the attachments in his suit. “Catch me if you can, Vix.” He smirked at her he landed on the building over from where they were staying.
She laughed as she touched her totem and the spirit of the hawk overcame her. “Be right there, Mr. Cat.” The two forms sailed off into the night as their adventure had just started…
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Post by starlord on Oct 2, 2007 17:44:41 GMT -5
The Dawn and the Dead was his favorite book. It told of two lovers that killed each other because they believed the other one was a monster. The wizard had convinced both of them to put a blindfold over their eyes and just wait for the word to slay the monster so that they could be with their loves. Tragic telling of a Romeo and Juliet theme. He openly pondered these things as he wondered what his friends were doing by following him in Hong Kong. He licked his lips as he considered what Miss Mari's blood must taste like?
He wondered what kind of scream that man would have when he cut his testicles off? The horror of all his victims... and the blood just dripping into his mouth. What a testament that would be. Death had a slicing effort on the ghostly hand of rage. This was the dark side of evil, and few could say they were less than that life could offer. Androvich took the bloody knife as he licked the blade. He had covered the table with demonic pictures that howled of darkness that consumed his blackheart. Tonight his blade killed more times than the last night that it called for him. He had killed more times than he could remember, or it had been really 'Percival' that had killed by using is own hands. He used the name 'Percival' because he believed that it was a name of dignity and circumstance. His black clutches had reached across the world and the major cities knew his toils.
His most recent travels took him to the Oriental city of Hong Kong. It was a grand city of contrast with great high rises and skiffs that dotted the coastline. With the poor all the way to the rich and powerful and everything in between there was the Dark Lady who's name was forbidden to say, but those that knew her called her Liu Chen. If you spoke a ill word to her, she would have your tongue cut out and cast into the ocean. The Chinese Mafia in Hong Kong was under her control and it was an absolute control and iron grip which she held it. If someone even had the perchance to look at her too long she would have the offender's heart taken out of their chest with the heart beating and the dying offender watching it as they expired. After the death of her victim's she would drink the blood of her victims like fine wine.
The Dark Lady was cruel and it was the way he liked it. After all she and him were nearly identical in how they approached life. He stood and waited to speak with her as he finally arrived from the airport. He waited to speak with her. The palatial city of Hong Kong lent stark differences with the Western and Eastern worlds. The British had left it back to the Chinese government during the 1990's but things had not really changed as China let the jewel of the Orient sparkle as it always had. The City of the Dragon was the constant reminder of the type of country that China wanted to become.
The Chinese Mafia compromised a very small percentage of the life and circumstance of Hong Kong but being the busiest port city in the region, there was very little that Liu Chen wasn't aware of. Percival sat ready to speak with her as he saw two bodyguards enter into room as each flanked her. She wore expensive silk robes that only the affluent would wear as she snapped her fingers and two teenage prostitutes who could not be more than the ages of eighteen came over and started to rub his shoulders on each side. They were the kinds of targets that Percival's blade would beg for warmness of the blood like the two young girls. Maybe Chen would let him slit their throats later?
Percival bowed to the Dark Lady with the utmost respect shown. As a gracious host, she offered her guests opium so it would free their minds and let them tell her what she needed to know. Business as business though, and she knew how to play the game all that well. "You come to Hong Kong, much, mister?" "She looked at him appraisingly. He was a little bit more than she was expecting as she waited for him to reply.
"Actually this is my first visit to your fine city, M'lady." He bowed as his response was countered with a slight stutter that he had.
The woman didn't quite understand all of his words, but she made her reply as best she could. "She in there, who you?" The woman said as he finally understood that she wasn't Liu Chen.
"The man that she asked for." He looked at her with a slow rage that his blade called for. The blade wanted to slit this woman's throat, but he kept his rage in check for now.
"Indeed I did ask for you Mr. Androvich." The Dark Lady saw him enter her lair.
"Please call me..."
"I'll call you what I wish when I choose to call you that, do you understand?" Her tone was direct and curt but she demanded absolute respect. She was flanked by bodyguards with guns in their holsters that could be drawn on a moment's notice.
"Well it would appear that you're in control, M'lady." He gave a ceremonial bow.
"I have always been in control." She merely smiled at this revelation. She extend her hand for him to sit with the gesture he did so as his eyes took to hers
"Thank you. Most gracious of you." He responded.
"I am always gracious to my business associates."
"I didn't know were already associates, M'lady." He slowly nodded.
"I am sure you will like my offer as well as my hospitality."
"I am sure I will, what is it that you offer me?" Percival responded to her. "And what is it you want me to do?"
She curled a slight smile as she clapped her hands as two of her girl prostitutes came in and readied for her commands. The young girls put their hands on Percival's shoulders again. He looked at her as he finally said. "I am not used to this treatment."
She nodded. "Yes that I do know, because your record does seem to precede you very much." She had her hands together in a steeple as she looked at him. "How many have you killed?"
"Over two-hundred."
"Excellent then my current request will not be that different for you to carry out then." The two began to discuss the diabolical plans which carried on into the night that consummated their partnership with a blood oath that his blade demanded from him. She demanded her allegiance and she offered him things beyond his wildest dreams....
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Post by starlord on Oct 2, 2007 17:45:31 GMT -5
Wes Langley had been one to try and overcome things in his life that had weighed on him heavily for the longest time. Wes was sure that donning a mask and fighting for the rights of people that couldn't fight for themselves was the right thing to do. It made him believe that there was something that a person could do to help people in need and that he could make a difference. There was little doubt that he had the intelligence, but what most people didn't know that he had the physical skills to make him a world class athletic skills that were completely at his command.
Since he had been in Hong Kong there was little about the situation that Mari and he knew about to get in. It wasn't until he had seen Mari's abilities when he realized that she had the potential to become partners and possibly more. He could see himself being able to fight by her side and back her up, but it would come to the point where he might need to say something to her when the time was needed. Wes had decided to try and get an idea of the night life of Hong Kong, as he suited up and went out to explore the dark world of the jewel of China.
Why the killer had chosen to pop here was a mystery to him, because it seemed the last place on Earth that anyone might have guessed that he would have gone to. It was a mystery and Wes liked those mysteries almost to the point where he could live them for real. Wes lived on the edge of the world as The Cat. There was so much more he was willing to do behind the mask than he would do in his everyday life. Fighting crime meant that he would take the initiative when she saw someone who needed help. When someone in needed cried for it or was in pain he would try and respond to them quickly. This night in Hong Kong was like most nights in San Francisco; People were coming and going as the pulse of the great city went on.
"Help me!" He heard a cry for help from his perch high above the alley that the cry originated from. He dove into the night as his glider had formed with his arms in place, he glided down to the alley and landed on his feet he took his staff from his belt and extended it as he readied for an attack. He knew that he would just have a split second to take the advantage because of the element of surprise. He saw two Chinese men trying to rape a young Caucasian girl. They had ripped her clothes off of her battered body. The men had no time to react when The Cat had dove into the air and landed a roundhouse king to the nearest thug. He kicked the thug in the face as it opened a huge gash on his forehead and he howled out in pain. The other man reached for a gun as he wasn't fast enough The Cat swung his staff into the other man's face. He was quick about his attacks on the two men. He looked at the girl as he aimed his wrist to the sky and a concealed line jetted out from his hand and a grapple attached to the ledge just above the alley.
He hoisted them both up into the air. As The Cat had lifted both she and him off the ground the two thugs had come to their senses pretty quickly as they took out their guns and started to fire into the air. The bullets were spraying around them as he lifted her to the roof and looked straight at her. "Stay here."
"Where are you going?!" She looked frightened even by her savior.
"I need to go clean up a mess." He dove back down into the alley as he extended his glider once again and he landed softly on his feet. He ran and did a double back flip as he took his staff into his hand as he landed between the thugs and swung hard across each man's face... The blood letting had started. The Cat had no qualms about killing these men though, but something inside him told him he needed another way, so he just tied the men to light pole and called the emergency number and had the Chinese authorities take them in. First step, retribution had taken place, but that wasn’t his mission here… He looked back at the woman. “I suggest you get to somewhere safe, the streets aren’t safe this time of night.”
He fired a grapple from the top of his wrist that snagged to the fire escape and he flipped up and over the side of the ledge and he disappeared from her sight. “Wow..” She said as she took his advice and hurried back home.
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Post by starlord on Oct 2, 2007 17:46:07 GMT -5
Standing on the balcony she let the waves of remembrance wash over her. Once upon a time she'd sworn she'd never come here again and yet here she was. She hadn't been completely truthful to Wes... but then she didn't really know him all that well either.
Placing her hands on the balcony railing she leaned out a bit watching the bustle beneath her. She wondered idly if "she" knew of their arrival yet. She seemed to know everything in Hong Kong and if she knew Mari was back she wouldn't be to pleased. Once before they'd had a colliding of tastes and opinions, to put it mildly.
Mari'd left her alive. She had left her weak and injured but alive. Something in her told her that she shouldn't leave her alive and yet she was to afraid to kill her. Mari remembered well the beast that her uncle had become when he gave in to the pull of the totem. When his heart lost its purity.
Mari straightened her back touching the wolf totem hanging around her neck. She too had felt a pull of power from it. It was only her strength of will that kept her grounded. That kept her from giving in to the dangerous impurity of heart that could so destroy her. A thin, taut line of self control was all that kept her from killing.
The lines of hegemony were drawn ever time that he tried something. Was he afraid to kill? Maybe he was afraid of the circumstances behind decisions that he made from the beginning to end. There was never really any question about the duality of his life, but then again, you better have the cards to play at the table.
He hadn't ever really asked Mari about who she was he just had made a wild comment about helping him track down a killer and then it set them off on an adventure. He had money to burn... truth be told, he had time to kill as well.
Chen was out there... she could feel it. And yet she had a feeling, a tingling at the base of her neck, that something lurking in the darkness of these streets was far worse that Chen in many ways.
Turning she walked back into the apartment. Night was finally settling well over the city and she looked to Wes where he seemed in a deep contemplation of his own. Here she was with this attractive man she knew nothing about. She could think of at least a dozen ways she'd rather be spending a trip with someone like him then what they were here for. None the less they were here and he'd not really even made a pass at her since their arrival.
A soft, almost feral growl slipped from her throat as she watched him. "What's the plan?" She'd stepped back a bit. This had been his suggestion and she was letting him lead the fight.
He crossed his arms as he just had come back from his little adventure in the city. He had wanted to exact justice in the way that he knew would speak volumes to the criminal element, but Wes knew that it was a short trip from vigilante to criminally insane. He kept his rage in check many times, but there were many times when he thought that he could take that leap off the side of duality and give in to his hate and rage.
He looked up at Mari with a waning eye. "I have to say that finding Miss Liu Chen isn't going to be as easy as it was tracking our friend to Hong Kong, she's not that easy to find."
He pulled off his mask again. "The city isn't much different from Gotham like that anyway."
She sighed a bit watching him. Truth sooner than later? "I have an idea of how to draw her out. Make her come looking for us." She clenched her jaw a bit. Chen knew nothing about who Vixen was... but a few well placed attacks or remarks...
The wind whipped through his hair as he looked back at her. "I don't think she's that interested in us, Mari, but I do know that our friend "Percival" maybe here to see her."
Part of him was animalistic in his own nature, because he believed in an eye for an eye almost to the dangerous point of a blade to the throat.
"I will kill him, for what he's done." He said almost inaudible.
She didn't hear his comment on killing Percival. She was to lost in other thoughts. "I left her with a painful reminder of myself last time I was here. She'd have to have changed a lot not to want revenge."
"Percival?" she looked at him then her head tilted. "When did he get a name?"
He showed a scratched pad that had been left at one of the scenes of murder that their killer had allegedly been at. "I am sure this is the same guy we're tracking. He has all the earmarks of a serial killer." Wes looked at her as he put on his sunglasses. He chose to ear them to keep his eyes off her as he considered what he was going to do next.
"Chen and you have a history obviously... that's for certain." He paused as he looked back at her. "I guess we need to ask her indirectly because she's been difficult to find."
"I'm going out." She shrugged a bit and stepped toward the balcony doors. "I'm getting antsy just waiting around and doing nothing." She didn't know if she could draw Chen's attention... but she had to try didn't she?
Wes just looked at her and then looked at the suite that they stayed in and then he walked up to her as he just decided to break-up the obvious tension that was started to build up. He was anxious about finding the killers and he knew that she was as well, but he had been edging towards keeping his sexual attraction for her under wraps while he worked with her, but wasting energy and time wasn't on his mind... until now.
Wes grabbed her arm and pushed himself against her as he kissed her lips hard and passionately. Langley was good enough to know that she was a woman of passion and using that to his advantage he took the primitive role of the aggressor to forge his proposal of a union between them.
Mari’s mind wasn't focused she was pacing and fretting. Feeling her arm grabbed a bit roughly her first thought, even as his mouth pressed against hers, was to fight. The strength in his grip surprised her and his kiss assaulted her senses.
Taken back a bit by the surge of primal passion she felt herself giving to that. Something about that stirred an equally primitive response in her and she began to return his kiss her body pressing against him.
The two of them spent the next few hours in carnal exploration… as they would end up sleeping with each other that night. Their association had become a relationship… and the bounds of the case they were on had changed too.
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Post by starlord on Oct 2, 2007 17:47:01 GMT -5
Continued in part 3
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