Calvin's Finest
Chapter Three- The End
Tracer was not amused as the detective and the superhero walked away from the hanger. Unlike Stupendous, who seemed to have an aura of happiness around him, Tracer was gloomier than normal. Of course, he couldn't dodge a question that had been nagging him throughout the lead- what on Earth was a science fiction-inspired hanger doing in the middle of the city?
Shrugging it off as being the fault of some half-crazy author writing at midnight, Tracer inserted another cancer stick into his mouth. The superhero rolled his eyes and looked through his cowl, resisting the temptation to singe a few of the barbs poking up on Tracer's chin.
Tracer stared into the rain. It was falling at about a thirty-something angle of depression from the clouds. The directional fall indicated that the wind was southbound. The private eye chuckled to himself lightly as he realized the impractical use of detective skills.
He decided that he'd had enough of this cat-and-mouse game. He knew where he could always go- a perpetual flow of information. Any idiot dressed up like a flying mammal could get information there, why couldn't the potential winner of every Al Capone lookalike contest grab the info he needed?
Thus, with Stupendous Man flying to keep up with a running Tracer, the two figures converged on a bar. Tracer kicked down the door and swung a pistol in each hand. Show time.
As Tracer was pronouncing a threat that his superhuman compatriot was ignoring to the best of his abilities, Stupendous Man walked through the door. A massive cloud of tobacco smoke hung over the bar. It was littered with bullet holes, several chairs were knocked over, and there were several stains of blood filling the floor. The superhero couldn't help but wonder exactly how many of these stains could be blamed on Tracer.
Tracer put down a punk's hand, covered in blood and glass fragments, and then let down the collar. "Thank you." The detective cracked a sarcastic smile as he turned around. "Let's go." He muttered to Stupendous Man, punching his friend's left arm.
The two heroes stepped out from the palace of sin. Tracer was noticeably in good humor, which meant that he got to break a few bones before getting the truth. Stupendous Man's crimson head rocked left to right as he questioned his "friend's" methods.
Unlike the past seventeen, this lead actually turned up something. They arrived at a motel room- room 145. Tracer lifted his foot up to kick down the door, but Stupendous Man blocked the attack and opened the door, breaking the lock. It would be cheaper to replace, all things considered.
There were two men outside of the door, both dressed up with ski masks and holding guns. Tracer smiled- any shootings would be considered self- defense. Serving the police department wasn't half-bad, really.
Stupendous Man, however, chose to take one. Still, extraordinary means on ordinary individuals was against the hero's policy, so he wouldn't be able to use his heat vision. And he had been so hopeful.
Tracer tackled his opponent, and slammed him into the bed, which caused the cheap bedspread to fall on the robber's face. He ripped out the telephone's cord, and used it to tie his foe up. Easy.
Meanwhile, Stupendous Man's foe had surrendered, and spilled the beans. As the hero waltzed out of the room with a grin on his face, Tracer called the police, then followed his compatriot.
The superhero informed his partner that they'd have to fly, so he picked Tracer up. Tracer wasn't amused, and cursed a blue streak as they reached a smoke-filled lair.
"Why do all the bad guys smoke? We smokers get such negative PR." Tracer sighed as the two walked through the door.
Inside the lair, which was covered in red carpeting, painted red, and had red furniture, a man was asleep on the couch. Now it was Tracer's turn to be disappointed. Stupendous Man walked over, and picked up the man. After informing Tracer that he was the mastermind, the superhero flew off with a crimson flash.
"See you again!" the superhero shouted back after his companion.
"Not if I'm lucky." Tracer muttered as he walked down the rain-soaked alley. He pulled out another cigarette, and walked into the alley. This one had been too easy- there had to be another mastermind behind it.
Still, Tracer shrugged it off for now. The battle was over for now.
Case closed.
Chapter Three- The End
Tracer was not amused as the detective and the superhero walked away from the hanger. Unlike Stupendous, who seemed to have an aura of happiness around him, Tracer was gloomier than normal. Of course, he couldn't dodge a question that had been nagging him throughout the lead- what on Earth was a science fiction-inspired hanger doing in the middle of the city?
Shrugging it off as being the fault of some half-crazy author writing at midnight, Tracer inserted another cancer stick into his mouth. The superhero rolled his eyes and looked through his cowl, resisting the temptation to singe a few of the barbs poking up on Tracer's chin.
Tracer stared into the rain. It was falling at about a thirty-something angle of depression from the clouds. The directional fall indicated that the wind was southbound. The private eye chuckled to himself lightly as he realized the impractical use of detective skills.
He decided that he'd had enough of this cat-and-mouse game. He knew where he could always go- a perpetual flow of information. Any idiot dressed up like a flying mammal could get information there, why couldn't the potential winner of every Al Capone lookalike contest grab the info he needed?
Thus, with Stupendous Man flying to keep up with a running Tracer, the two figures converged on a bar. Tracer kicked down the door and swung a pistol in each hand. Show time.
As Tracer was pronouncing a threat that his superhuman compatriot was ignoring to the best of his abilities, Stupendous Man walked through the door. A massive cloud of tobacco smoke hung over the bar. It was littered with bullet holes, several chairs were knocked over, and there were several stains of blood filling the floor. The superhero couldn't help but wonder exactly how many of these stains could be blamed on Tracer.
Tracer put down a punk's hand, covered in blood and glass fragments, and then let down the collar. "Thank you." The detective cracked a sarcastic smile as he turned around. "Let's go." He muttered to Stupendous Man, punching his friend's left arm.
The two heroes stepped out from the palace of sin. Tracer was noticeably in good humor, which meant that he got to break a few bones before getting the truth. Stupendous Man's crimson head rocked left to right as he questioned his "friend's" methods.
Unlike the past seventeen, this lead actually turned up something. They arrived at a motel room- room 145. Tracer lifted his foot up to kick down the door, but Stupendous Man blocked the attack and opened the door, breaking the lock. It would be cheaper to replace, all things considered.
There were two men outside of the door, both dressed up with ski masks and holding guns. Tracer smiled- any shootings would be considered self- defense. Serving the police department wasn't half-bad, really.
Stupendous Man, however, chose to take one. Still, extraordinary means on ordinary individuals was against the hero's policy, so he wouldn't be able to use his heat vision. And he had been so hopeful.
Tracer tackled his opponent, and slammed him into the bed, which caused the cheap bedspread to fall on the robber's face. He ripped out the telephone's cord, and used it to tie his foe up. Easy.
Meanwhile, Stupendous Man's foe had surrendered, and spilled the beans. As the hero waltzed out of the room with a grin on his face, Tracer called the police, then followed his compatriot.
The superhero informed his partner that they'd have to fly, so he picked Tracer up. Tracer wasn't amused, and cursed a blue streak as they reached a smoke-filled lair.
"Why do all the bad guys smoke? We smokers get such negative PR." Tracer sighed as the two walked through the door.
Inside the lair, which was covered in red carpeting, painted red, and had red furniture, a man was asleep on the couch. Now it was Tracer's turn to be disappointed. Stupendous Man walked over, and picked up the man. After informing Tracer that he was the mastermind, the superhero flew off with a crimson flash.
"See you again!" the superhero shouted back after his companion.
"Not if I'm lucky." Tracer muttered as he walked down the rain-soaked alley. He pulled out another cigarette, and walked into the alley. This one had been too easy- there had to be another mastermind behind it.
Still, Tracer shrugged it off for now. The battle was over for now.
Case closed.
