Calling out for him

As Able walked back to headquarters after getting the phone call from Near, he was dreading whatever message it is that's waiting for him when he gets back. On the way he noticed a couple of shadowy figures stalking him.

What a drag, I really don't want to deal with this right now, he thought to his self before stopping, with the shadows following suit.

"I really hope this is your first time trying this," he suddenly spoke up, "because you're really bad at following people."

He turned around to notice two large men walking towards him with huge grins on their faces.

"Hey now," one of the men spoke up, "I'd watch what I say if I was you."

He pulled a knife out from behind his back with the other man doing the same.

"Well if you already know we're here," the other man began to speak up, "that saves us the trouble of waiting for you to pass by an ally or some shit."

Able simply stood and stared at the two men with his usual cold analyzing look.

"Now then if you'd be so kind as to hand over your wallet, unless you'd rather have us take it from your corpse," one of the men said with his hand out stretched.

Able stood in the same spot, still staring at the two of them with his only movement being to pull his pockets inside out, showing that aside from his phone which he placed back in his pocket, that he didn't have anything. He had spent what cash he had on him back at the diner.

"Well now that's a shame," one of the thugs spoke up after seeing Able being empty handed, "I guess that means you're about to die for no reason since we can't have you going and telling the cops on us."

"I guess you should blame God for giving you such rotting luck," The other thug told him.

Able chuckled at this.

"Hard to blame something I don't believe in. And if anyone should blame someone for rotten luck it should be the two of you, cause I'm really not in the mood to put up with clowns like you tonight," he said as he stared the two men down.

Able had a tall and slim type build and wasn't exactly what people would call muscular, but he wasn't a push over either, as these two were unfortunately going to find out shortly.

"Hey you ever heard of a dead guy telling jokes?" One of the men asked.

"Nope, but it'll probably be one of the last we ever come across," The other man replied.

Able let out a small sigh. These guys have no sense of form; he thought as he looked over the two men's postures, this is going to be annoyingly easy, especially if I make them mad.

"Is that right," he asked with a smile, "I didn't think it was all that uncommon since you two have been doing it since I caught you."

Now I just need to wait.

"That's it you little punk!" One of the men shouted as they sprung towards Able with his knife arm raised. However when he went to slash down he received a swift yet firm gut punch from Able, which while it wasn't a knockout punch, it certainly managed to knock the wind out of him for a moment.

The other man charged at Able with the knife stretched forward hoping to catch him off guard, but thanks to Able's small frame he was easily quicker than either of the men and was able to side step the thug with ease.

"I told you I don't have time to deal with you clowns," he said as he looked at the two of them, his eyes becoming like daggers as he stared them down, "and if you don't leave now you're both going to end up regretting it when you wind up in the hospital."

The sucker punched thug stood back up, having regained his breath and stood next to his partner in crime.

"There's no way in hell we're going to run from a brat like you!" They shouted as the charged forward. Able, growing more annoyed by the second with the two of them, took his stance and waited on the two of them to make their move.

The recently revived thug took the lead once more, only to have Able side step him and knock the knife out of his hand with a well-placed kick.

No sooner than his leg finished its incline, the other thug was after him. Able twisted his body with his hips and dropped his still raised leg squarely onto the man's shoulder, dislocating it and causing him to drop his knife and unto the ground in pain as well.

"If you trust your life to a weapon," Able started, with his leg planted back firmly on the ground, "Then you're a fool and you'll life we be short lived," his gaze shifted to the man whom he had disarmed first, "Take your friend to a hospital, it shouldn't take long to put his arm back in place. It'll hurt like hell though."

At this Able turned and walked away from the two thugs, who both still had looks of complete shock on their faces after what had just happened. The two took of full speed, not wanting anything else to do with Able.

Back at headquarters

Able let out a long sigh, exhausted from the day's events. He was happy to be back at headquarters. That is until he remembered what was waiting for him.

He took the elevator up to the pent house, and after walking along the corridor walked into the room Roger had brought him to when he had first arrived, and saw Near kneeling in front of a laptop look up at his arrival.

"I'm back," he said lazily, "Sorry it took so long, a hit a small snag after leaving the diner."

"Are you ready to see it?" Near asked, as though oblivious to the second part of Able's statement.

"As ready as I can be." He answered.

"Very well then," Near tilted his head back down to his computer and with a few key strokes, brought up a picture across all the monitors as one huge picture for the two to see.

At seeing the photo, Ables eyes first showed a display of shock, but were soon over powered by a look of anger and he clinched his fist.

"Capable," he muttered to himself, "you really know how to push me."

The photo that spread out across the monitors was one that struck Able down to his very core.

In it there was a small, dim lit room, a small desk against a wall, a chair knocked over on the floor, and the victim. They weren't wearing a shirt, possibly removed by C in order to carve her message into the victim just like the last one, but that wasn't what Able was angry about. The victim was a young man, with short dark hair, with a rope around his neck hanging from his celling fan.

"Damn you C."

"Do you know what the symbols on his body are?" Near asked, trying to pull him back down to earth.

"It's a code probably," he glanced at it, before another wave of shock came over him.

"Do you know what it means?"

"That code...Is one that Capable, Beyond, and myself came up with as kids." He answered, still visibly upset, but focusing himself to calm back down.

Able closed his eyes and thought for a moment. After a few seconds he opened them and looked back to Near.

"It's a clue about where to find her. She's trying to call me out...she knows I'm alive."

Minutes passed, nothing but silence filled the room before Able spoke again.

"I've figured it out, I'm heading over there," He said warily as he left the room, leaving Near to himself, who knew better than to try and stop him.

As Near sat there looking at the photo, an expression that could only be described as sorrowful showed on his face.

"Able," he began to speak to himself, "I hope this case is solved soon. For your sake."

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A/N

It seems Like C may have went a little bit far in trying to get Ables attention wouldn't you say? Reviews are love, so feel free to show it till next time :)