Hello again, dear readers. I already enjoyed my break, and I have decided that it's time for me to post a new chapter for this story. Truth to be told, this story was done in two days, but it wasn't rushed, since I already planned and wrote some of the plots for this entire story until the end. Moving on from that, some answered reviews:
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Night has set in around the entire city of Royal Woods of March, once again. Tonight, was the usual routine; criminals and their new criminal activity going on, and the police of the RWPD spreading out to stop it themselves.
But tonight, was a different turn for the city, ever since what happened last week.
Last week, when the mysterious vigilante appeared in the news, people began to question who he is, and what is he doing in their city? Is he a friend or foe? Is he a savior or a threat? Is he trying to cause havoc to the city? Those questions, are ended with numerous answers that are never called 'right' or 'it's not even true'.
But one thing was asked; his name. The pubic should know about his name.
He was only called 'the masked vigilante'. Nothing more, nothing less.
On top of the rooftops, Lincoln Loud, in his homemade vigilante costume, is leaping from building to building, and grappling each of them as usual. Ever since last week, Lincoln has been stopping some few crimes lately in the city. But some of them are just small crimes that he can handle what the police can't. Such as three bank robberies at the downtown, a bunch of muggers in an alleyway, street gangs doing their usual routine, and many more to come. Okay, maybe not one of them are that simple.
But now, Lincoln was given a new task. During his Friday night, Hudson contacted him about a man named Nigel Forbis, a British drug lord who was known for his illegal drug business, where he also has some small connections with street gangs and criminal groups throughout the city. It was also stated that he even staged his trial once when the police caught the wrong drug lord.
"Alright, kid. You're almost there. Just a few more blocks." Hudson said through an earpiece that Lincoln is wearing on his right ear. The latter was also making his way to the destination point. As Lincoln stopped, he already stopped at his destination.
"Okay, I made it. Is this right?" Lincoln asked, as he stared at a neon-styled logo of a lounge. "It has those weird glowing logos, or whatever you call them."
"Yeah, kid. You're in the right place." Hudson replied.
Lincoln sighed in relieved. "I thought I was just heading in nowhere?"
"Well, the white dot in the screen says that you're in the right direction, so no need to whine about it."
"Me? Whine? Like I would…"
"It almost sounds like it." Hudson joked. He began explaining. "Anyway, since you already know about Nigel Forbis. This sneaky drug lord is about to make his final meeting with a street gang in a lounge. And after that, his out of the city by sunrise. The job's simple, beat them down, talk to Nigel, and once the cops arrive, leave. Got it?"
"Got it." Lincoln responded, as he prepares himself to stop the crime scene.
A black, vintage car was parked outside the lounge. A man stepped out, which happens to be Nigel Forbis. He is in his mid-40s, wearing a black and red suit of his choosing, and he was also holding a briefcase with him. The drug lord smiled once he got out from his car, along with two, large bodyguards by his side.
The lounge's guards noticed Nigel and decided to give passage for him. Nigel is somewhat a man with power, due to his drug business throughout the city itself, or possibly the entire world where they know him. Surely, he isn't the only drug lord out there, but he seems powerful with his drug source.
Nigel stopped as he was met with a metal door in front of him, a small window slid open, which could be the bouncer. "Password?"
"Black Rings." Nigel said, with his stiffened smile.
As the metal door opens, Nigel and his guards entered the lounge's room. The interior of the lounge looks like a mix-mash of a five-star restaurant and an expensive bar house in one. The lounge was filled with darkness, but it was guided with some neon lights for style, usual club music was also used as their music choice, and the room was filled with few thugs, about eight of them, spending their time either, drinking, inhaling drugs, and enjoying their night.
Nigel and his guards approached to a middle aged and black haired, but balding, man, and his expression is about impatient rather than satisfied. He was in his seat, and in front of him is a set of alcohol and some liquor for him to drink, and a cigar for him to puff out. Like Nigel, he has also with him a pair of enforcers by his side. In summary, this makes him the owner of the lounge.
"Dillion! How's my number one customer doing?" Nigel greeted, taking a seat in front of him. He placed his briefcase by the side of his chair. "So… uh… you're still handling the lounge, I see. It didn't seem to look old or bland, but it's all good."
"You're late." Dillion spoke, in a stern and mad tone.
"I know, I know, I was late. I get it." Nigel repeated, in a bit of a sarcastically way. "But hey, if it weren't for those men of yours, they would have given me the correct address! I was looking for this place for four days, and I have a goddamn plane to catch later."
Dillion growled a little, but kept his composure. "You're lucky I'm a patient man, Nigel. Otherwise, my patience would just let you be killed on the ground." He menacingly said. Nigel wasn't scared, but he knows how serious he was. "And I know you won't like it."
Nigel scoffed, gesturing his hand non-caringly. "Like that I would want. No one wants a dead man, Dillion." He chuckled happily.
Dillion chuckled less back to Nigel. He really was impatient. "Now that you are here, I want to know if you have my delivery with you. The one that's supposed to be kept safely, and not out in the open." He asked, taking another smoke from his cigar. "Where's my order, Nigel."
"I'm glad you asked." Nigel replied with a grin on his face. He grabbed the suitcase by his side, and opened it in front of the lounge owner. He, along with his bodyguards, stared at the contents of the suitcase. "I brought in just what you asked. And this time, this drug, won't make you feel a lot better."
Inside were a pack of green and white drugs, all mixed together in a plastic bag for storage.
"I call them… Green Cocaine Madness." He introduced.
Back outside the lounge, the two guards were keeping a look out still. They both seemed tired and bored at the same time, since their job isn't as special as the other members of the lounge those. The guard in the left was just leaning at the wall on his side, while the other one was just mingling with his gun.
Suddenly, the guard mingling with his gun was take away from his hands. The guard was confused, so as the other one. As he drawn out his gun, his weapon was already taken too. Then, the two guards were encountered by a mysterious figure, who's appearance wasn't that seen, since the light wasn't that bright too.
"Hey, who are you?!" the first guard asked, with a shakily voice.
"Hey man, relax." The second guard calmed him down. "It's just that vigilante wannabe in the news from weeks ago." He reminded. "You know, the guy who stopped a robbery at downtown last two nights?"
"Oh yeah, I remember him." The first guard recalled, now chuckling in the memory. "Yeah, we can take this kid down." He said menacingly. "You're with me?"
The second guard cracked his knuckles. "You don't have to tell me twice!" he said with a huge grin on his face, who is ready to join his friend to beat up the vigilante.
"Five thousand ounces of pure cocaine, mixed with some concentrated meth and Adderall, to give in a satisfying sensation once you inhale these bad boys." Nigel explained, while Dillion was interested. "Once you inhale them afterwards, you guys will be having a hell of a time in the city no matter what."
Dillion let out a toothy smile after his explanation. "I'll take it all." He declared. "How much do I owe you?"
"Thirty grand." Nigel stated. "Consider that as an extra boost from the long trip I have to go through for my ass."
Dillion nodded in agreement. He snapped his fingers to inform his bodyguard to give him his pay. "I have to tell you, Nigel. At first, I doubted you from out last meeting, but I was wrong. Definitely wrong about you." He chuckled, and so as Nigel. "For my selfish attitude and your long trip of finding my lounge, how about you take a drink before you depart."
"Ooh, I'll love that." Nigel agreed happily. He and Nigel both pour their shot glasses with scotch, and they both raised them in the air. "Cheers, my good man."
Before they could consume their drinks, they, along with the rest of the members of the lounge, heard a loud bang coming from the metal door. This alerted both Nigel and Dillion the most, among the rest.
"What was that noise?!" Dillion asked, furiously. He looked at the bouncer, "You! Check that out! And if you see it, kill it." He received a nod from the bouncer as he got out. Dillion looked back at Nigel, and shouted. "Were you followed?! Who's following you!"
"N-No one, Dillion." Nigel reassured calmly. "No one was, I swear. I was clean when I was heading my way here."
"You better, or your head will have bullet inside it." Dillion threatened. "Everyone! Arm yourselves, stop enjoying your shitty night, and get ready! Whatever comes inside, shoot it!"
The thugs armed themselves as they stopped whatever they were doing. They grabbed their handguns and knives as they loaded their guns, and positioned, readied, and aimed on the ground their standing on.
Dillion, who wasn't armed with anything, whispered to his bodyguards. "You two! Go check what's causing a mess outside! And don't come back until you finish it!" he whispered loudly, as they obeyed.
The two bodyguards of Nigel's readied their guns, and prepared to go out. But they stopped as they both heard a faint sound coming from the door. The first bodyguard placed his ear on the door to hear what was it. His face shifted immediately to a confused look after he heard these sounds:
BEEP. BEEP. BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP, BE-EEP! BANG!
An explosion was rigged. The explosion didn't kill the two bodyguard into pieces, but it sent them flying straight to three other thugs at the front, now unconscious from the impact.
As the smoked cleared, Lincoln, who was the mysterious figure, entered the room. Everyone inside, except Dillion, were shocked to see him.
"Oh shit, it's him!" the first thug yelled. "It's that vigilante kid in the news!"
The two knife using thugs charged at Lincoln without thinking what will happen next. Lincoln dodged the first knife that was about to stabbed him, and immediately grabbed the second knife immediately. Lincoln took out his Boom Stick on his right with his left hand, and swing his weapon to knock out the first knife user. The second knife user was immediately met with a gut punch, and a knockout strike when Lincoln took out the other Boom Stick on his left.
"That was quick." Lincoln confidently stated. When he heard a gun getting cocked, he immediately took cover when behind the counter when the armed thugs started to shoot him.
"Uh, Hudson. They're shooting at me, what am I gonna do?" Lincoln raised his voice at his earpiece so he can talk to Hudson better.
"A drug shootout. I knew it." Hudson mumbled at the last part. "Okay, I got an idea. Wait till they run out of ammo, and use the element of surprise…"
As the thugs finished their ammo, they reloaded them as soon as they can. The fourth thug approached to the counter slowly. Suddenly, he was slammed to the ground by when Lincoln jumped, getting knocked out by his legs. As their guns were taken away, Lincoln grappled the second thug at him, and slammed him to the ground. He then immediately delivered a double electric swing on the third thug with his Boom Sticks. Lincoln heard the fifth thug growled as he grabbed the gun on the floor. He immediately threw a small vase to blind him, and threw a small plant pot at him, knocking him out.
Hearing a couple of words rambling from the other side, he turned to his left and saw two of Dillion's bodyguards, who are rushing themselves to reload. From where they're standing, Lincoln is about six feet away, but knows he can't stop them once they're done. Immediately, he grappled the wall behind, which they also flinched. Lincoln ziplined his way, and kicked both of them to get them pinned onto the ground.
Lincoln panted from exhaustion, and from the fight. "Hudson. They're all down." He let out a breath. "Phew! These guys… really know how to fight."
"You'll get use to it." Hudson reassured. "Now. Go find Nigel."
"I can't." Lincoln stated. "I think he hide somewhere. I don't even know where he went." Lincoln glanced at his right. Dillion emerged from no where and started to rush at him with a baseball bat. Luckily, Lincoln was able to hear his scream as he immediately dodged it. He disarms the bat, and roundhouse kicked him.
Dillion was out of breath from his counterattack. "I'm not scared of you!" he screamed. "The rest of the crooks said you're but a waste of time. You're just a kid!"
"Well, this kid's probably gonna kick your ass." Lincoln said in a less of a gruff voice. He pinned him when he knelt on his back. "Tell me where's Nigel Forbis."
"I ain't telling you anything!"
"You do know 50,000 volts hurts to the head, right?" Lincoln charged up his Boom Sticks in its electric charge.
Dillion was now panicking. "Inside! Inside the office!"
"Thanks." He knocked his head with his Boom Stick.
Lincoln kicked down the door of Dillion's office, who is now starting to search for Nigel. Nigel, on the other hand, was hiding under the table, and making sure he doesn't make a sound to alert his attention.
When he peaked his head up, he noticed that the white-haired vigilante was facing in a different direction, making him sigh in relief. Grabbing a handgun that he found lying on the ground. He peaked back, and he realized his gone.
"Oh, thank God!" Nigel sighed in relieved. Suddenly, he turned to his left, only to meet a pair of legs, and was shocked to see it was from Lincoln's.
"How's it going?" Lincoln greeted the now shocked Nigel.
Later, the RWPD show up in the crime scene after receiving some noise complaints from the lounge. As the police came inside, they only found again a bunch of broken stuff and injured members.
"Damnit, again?" The captain snarled in irritation. "Alright, men. Go try to find whoever done this. Clearly, someone will likely get exhausted from beating up criminals in a lounge."
"Sir! You need to see this!" one police officer shouted. The captain and a few other officers rushed to the office and they were surprised to see Nigel on the floor. He was knocked up, had a few bruises (mostly his blackeye was the only bruise seen), and a note that says "Found your guy, you're welcome."
"Who are you?" The captain asked silently to himself.
Hopefully this won't go down in the media, or even from a newspaper company.
At The Bulletin Wave…
"Who is the masked vigilante? I'll tell who he is!" a middle-aged man's voice spoke, putting down the newspaper after a newspaper that's titled MASKED VIGILANTE STRIKES BACK: STOPS DRUG LORD FROM LEAVING. "He's a criminal! An enemy of the city! What's he doing on my front page?!"
"Mr. Rossman, your wife's on the phone. She wants to –" the receptionist's voice from the telephone at the man's, Rossman, desk was put down immediately.
The Bulletin Wave is by far the know newspaper companies to ever exist in Royal Woods. It's known for delivering out the truth, and only the truth. It was also by far the one thing that the company was supposed to listen. Eventually, ever since Lincoln's vigilante persona appeared, it took a different turn for the company. Even the editor-in-chief, R. Tobias Rossman.
A man wearing eyeglasses came in. "Mr. Rossman, we have a problem with the crossword puzzle page." He informed.
"I have a crossword for you can solve; Get out!" Rossman told him to leave. He looked back to a man with the newspaper of the same headline on his hands. "Well?"
"He's news." The man stated. "He Nigel Forbis from leaving the city. He even confessed about the other drugs that he sold everywhere throughout Royal Woods. He even stopped a lot crimes happening in the city in a week."
"Sure, he stopped a drug lord that he planned all by himself." Rossman mocked. "Something happens in this city, and this masked weirdo shows up. I mean, look at this." He pointed at the cover page. "He starts to leave a trail of soon-to-be-dead people that we don't even know about."
"WHO are basically clients for a drug lord." The man explained once again. "What part of 'he's a hero' don't you not understand?"
"What I do understand is why is he wearing a mask? Huh?" Rossman asked, and he didn't receive an answer. "We live in a world where thirty percent of the population are public heroes who didn't flinch to show their faces to the world. He wears a mask, what's that freak have to hide?"
Then, the receptionist, a young, beautiful woman in her late teens, approached inside the office. "Mr. Rossman, your wife wants to know if you're having lunch at your house."
"Tell her I'm having Chinese here." He informed her, as the receptionist left. "Oh, and tell her not to cook!" he immediately said.
"We sold out all copies in an entire week." The man informed.
"Sold out?"
"Every copy."
Rossman paused for minute. "Tomorrow, morning, the masked vigilante, page one, with a picture." He announced.
"Stella can work on the pictures. She's been out there in the city doing all the work, so she'll be this excited." The man said, but he lowered his tone next. "But unfortunately, she's been doing an early start for the picture of this vigilante, and not's doing good for her."
"Then tell her that we can just use the prototype crappy ones. If these people want a story, then a name will get their attention." Rossman said. And paused back at what he said. "Do we even have a name?"
"We're still working on that. The debate team tried some several names on the other room, and nothing." The man declared.
Rossman started to think in his mind. "I think I have the perfect name for this masked weirdo."
In the Loud residence at Franklin Avenue, Lincoln was in his room, sketching on his notepad. It was Saturday, in an afternoon, which started his weekend early morning. He was so lucky that his sisters didn't even question him about his nightly routine. For his weekend activity, he was sketching what seems to be a costume for his vigilante duties. Only difference is, he was busy doing the mask, and the body of the costume.
But feeling tired from the sketching, he decided to stop. But before leaving the room, he hid the sketchbook underneath his bed. Lincoln walked his way out from his room, to the kitchen to grab a drink. He noticed that his sisters are spending their weekend, since it's the usual chaos here and there.
In the living room, Lana flipped the channels again, like usual. And Lynn was beside her. Suddenly, the jock was shocked at what she witnessed. "Lana, put it back! Quick!"
"Fine." Lana grumbled. She immediately changed it back to the news. The messy twin gasped in shock. "Guys! Take a look at this!" the sisters came to see what Lana and Lucy have to show. "The vigilante dude is back again." She said excitedly.
Lincoln, however, came in last. As he stood at the far right of the dining room, he choked on his drink. He realized that the news channel or the newspaper company have finally gave out a real name for Lincoln's vigilante. He did care about one thing in the headline of the news report.
THE CRIMINAL HUNTER STRIKES BACK FOR THE SEVENTH TIME
WHITE RAPTOR
CHAPTER 8
FORMING A NAME
It was already Monday afternoon. Since the weekend ended, everyone in Royal Woods Middle school is back again. Everyone in the cafeteria were enjoying their time together before the bell rings. Especially Lincoln, Daniel and Wendy.
On their side of the table, Lincoln, Daniel and Wendy are both watching a footage of the masked vigilante stopping a car theft where it ended by the masked vigilante delivered a roundhouse kick at said car theft.
"I have to admit. This guy's guy is a lot cooler." Wendy's comment made Lincoln smiled a bit. "I wonder how did this got in the internet?" she asked, who was curious about the footage being taken.
"It doesn't matter who took the footage, or how cool he is. What matters most is that Royal Woods' having a new hero." The Greenville boy's smile dropped. "If only the police would drop the whole 'arresting the vigilante' thing. I mean, come on, this is what the city needs."
"I highly agree with you. Me and my parents were also talking about it. So as my hockey group." Wendy stated. "This has to be a crime that the police are committing."
"Well so much for his name. I mean, this has to be ridiculous, right?" Lincoln pointed out. He took a glance at the name of the video's title; THE CRIMINAL HUNTER.
Ever since his 'vigilante name' was revealed in the public two days ago, the people of Royal Woods began to question if he really is a hero or not. One reason is the name itself, which made him sound a lot more of a villain than a hero. That time, it gave out a lot of criticism, especially Loud family, who are still having their own opinions about him.
"I agree with you, bud." Daniel said. "This has to be the most ridiculous name for him. Who was the one who named him that way?"
"Probably that newspaper company down in the city." Wendy noted. This gave off some looks from Daniel and Lincoln. "My cousin works there as a writer."
"Oh, yeah. We forgot about that." Daniel sheepishly said, and Lincoln just nodded his head.
"Anyway, my cousin told me that there was a small group in the Bulletin Chronicles, who gave him that ridiculous name. Eventually, a staff member rushed to the news station and confirmed this vigilante his name." Wendy ended her explanation. "For good."
"But isn't there another way to change his ridiculous name?" Lincoln asked.
"Well, we can always ask some other people to help us out." Wendy reaches out her pocket and brought out a piece of paper, but looked back at what she said. "No wait, that's terrible. Everyone can't even come up with a good name here."
"Just like how they named the school mascot Rooster Boy?" Lincoln added.
"Yep." She replied.
"Uh, not to brag, but me and Linc have ourselves some names of our own too." Daniel placed a piece of paper on the table. "And they're really not our ideas, someone just gave it to us. Probably the chess club players, or the class itself." He explained, after he added. "And, Lincoln is also helping a friend who's working at the Bulletin Wave."
"Plus, since I read some of it, some of them sounded terrible." he admitted. Despite being a fanboy and his comic knowledge, he wasn't able to give better names.
"I'm sure it can't be that bad, Lincoln. We'll, by that I mean, I'll just have to read them one by one." The hockey scholar girl replied as she started to give out the first name. "The Phantom Knight."
Lincoln had a confused look on his face. "Sounded like a debatable villain/hero name."
Daniel muttered in agreement, and so did Wendy.
"The Spirit Taker."
The Greenville boy thought about it, "Now that sounded like real villain."
"But doesn't a vigilante always act like a villain?" Wendy pointed out. "I mean, not always, but vigilantes always play the part of being a hero and a villain, right?"
"Yeah, but this is different." Lincoln stated. "This masked vigilante guy is a hero, and a real one too. He doesn't kill criminals, he stops criminals. It even has a negative vibe by the sound of it."
"Good point, though." Wendy nodded, reading back to the paper for the next name. "The Dwarf Boy."
The trio looked at each other, before saying in unison. "Lame."
"Yeah, super lame." Daniel added. "Read the next one please."
"Peace Guard." Wendy read the next name. "Somehow, this is by far the worst name for a vigilante. One, it sounded weird, and two, it almost sounds like if this vigilante is a white supremacist."
"He sounded more of a pacifist than a white supremacist to me." Lincoln said.
"Well, I hope he doesn't wear a toilet seat on his head." Daniel sipped his orange juice in a box. "Okay, I can easily that these names are terrible." Daniel looks at Lincoln. "Sorry man, but these names are horrible."
"It's actually mine, though. And I also agree that those names are bad." Lincoln stated. "I promised her that I'll give her a better name by the end of the day."
"Yeah. I'm just gonna…" Wendy said as she crumpled the list of terrible name suggestions, and threw at the trash bin like a basketball. "Yeah…"
Class has ended and it was six pm around Franklin Avenue. In the room of Lincoln, he was busy sketching off the remaining details on his future costume. The mask was soon-to-be finished, and he is now sketching the logo of his costume. It seemed like a rough sketch since it really looked like it took some effort.
"Ah, hand cramp." Lincoln muttered as he grasped his right hand, which is his drawing hand, in pain. It only goes to show that all that sketching on his costume made his hands felt tired and with great pain.
While trying to move his fingers and hand slowly, he heard his phone rang. Lincoln immediately grabbed it and answered. "Hello?"
"Hey, Lincoln. It's Stella."
"Oh, Stella. Hey," he greeted back with a surprised tone. "How's it going? Are you still looking for a name?"
He heard Stella sigh in desperation. "Yeah…" she sadly said. "This vigilante guy doesn't even know how he looks like, and the Wave already gave him a terrible name."
"Right? I mean, 'Criminal Hunter?'" the white-haired boy quoted in sarcasm, but tries his best to hide the fact that it's him. "It sounds like they want him dead for his name."
"Yeah. It really does sound like they hate him. Or maybe it's just Rossman being Rossman." Stella guessed. "Anyway, do you have a better name for the vigilante? I could use those names now."
The white-haired boy sheepishly smiled about the name suggestions with his friends. "About that, the names that everyone suggested sounds… a lot horrible."
"How horrible?"
"Does Dwarf Boy and Spirit Taker sound good to you?"
"Oof, you're right. Those names sounded really horrible." Stella agreed. "Well, looks like everyone's gonna be sticking with calling him the Criminal Hunter for now on."
"No way. The media can't just give a name like that and call it official." Lincoln argued. "They're trying to make him sound like a real criminal, and a villain."
"Oh yeah? Do you have a better name for the vigilante?"
"Yeah. I do, actually. I know how he looks like though. But despite the whole blurry photos and rumors, I can really tell you how he looks like."
"Okay. Shoot." Stella gave Lincoln the freewill to suggest a better name.
"Alright. So… for starters, based from the weird footages from the news, he seems to act like he's hunting criminals to stop them, like an animal who hunts its prey at night. Also, his wearing a white colored costume, even it was a tracksuit." He finished explaining.
"So basically, his more of a wolf-themed vigilante, since that's what wolves do. They hunt their prey, pounce at them, and whatever is that they do. And you did also noted that his wearing a white colored costume, which is also his tracksuit?" Stella summarized and repeated back what he explained.
"Yep. That's all I said." The white-haired boy replied.
"So, you're telling me his name is more of a White Wolf to you?" Stella answered. This gave off a raised eyebrow on Lincoln's expression. "Sounds a lot copyrighted to me from all that explanation."
Lincoln was about to say something else, but he closed his mouth instead, knowing what else he's going to say will be another bad idea. He decided to admit it. "Yeah. You're about that part."
"Well, I know something like this would happen. Guess I was right, I can't give out a better name for that masked vigilante." Stella sighed. "Sorry for wasting your time, Lincoln."
"No, it's not your fault, really." Lincoln reassured. "It's actually mine, and the explanation included. I'm the one who should be sorry."
"Lincoln, I was the one who first asked if you can help me, so it's basically my fault. So, I'm the one who should be apologizing." Stella replied in a calm tone. "Look, it's getting late. I need to get some sleep. Goodnight."
"Yeah. Night." Lincoln replied, as she hung up. The boy was desperate too about giving out some names for the vigilante. He tried so hard from his knowledge in comic books, but nothing good came out from the ideas, descriptions, or anything that will describe his vigilante persona. Although…
He had an idea.
Nighttime rose in the city of Royal Woods once again. Lincoln, now in his homemade suit once again, jumped from rooftop to rooftop, who was actually chasing after a delivery truck which has the logo of a seafood brand.
A new task was given from Hudson's discovery. A gang of thieves from California stole a mysterious artifact, and they were reported at large for four days. Reports said that they are driving in a seafood-branded delivery truck. The same truck that the masked vigilante was chasing after.
As the truck parked somewhere in the alleyways. From where they parked, four thieves, who disguised themselves as construction workers, got out from the truck and started to have a conversation with each other. The last one who got out was a bearded member, who's actually the leader.
"Alright, boys. Listen." The leader spoke, getting their attention. "I know it took us two days to hide from the cops back in California, but that doesn't matter now. What matters most is we have here the artifact, which we need to use and power up a weapon that we bought from the black market."
The other thieves smiled and cheered altogether, not wanting to attract anyone, or someone from a rooftop.
"So, if you boys have any questions, spit it out now." The leader noticed one person raising his hand. "Alright, what is it?"
"Uh, not to sound like a piece of shit here, Dean. But, have you ever heard the news about a masked vigilante?" the first member, who looked scrawny than the rest and nervous, asked. "I mean, we're in Royal Woods, and who knows, he'll just beat the crap out of us."
The other two groaned in frustration, and so did the leader. "Again, with this crap, Brian? Are you serious?" he asked in an annoyed tone. "This is the whole reason why we came here in the first place. We used that weapon, with the artifact we stole, to kill that freak of a vigilante!" he explained. "It'll make all the crimes we can commit look easier, no matter what."
"Gee, that sounds a lot fun to hear." A voice came out from nowhere. The thieves were now on high alert. They both heard loud noise from the truck's roof. The four thieves turned all stare at their target. "So, how are we gonna start? The head, or your face?"
Brian yelled in fear. "It's him! It's the vigilante!"
The masked vigilante threw his Boom Stick at Brian's gut, who lied down in pain. The vigilante made his move as he immediately grabbed his Boom Stick, drawing out the other one, and prepared himself for combat.
"I could use a warm up from you guys." He pointed at the two thieves. "Let's start, shall we?"
As the first thief charged at him, Lincoln immediately jumped from his back, dodging him instantly. Then, he quickly dodged the punch from the second thief. The vigilante broke his left hand before he could use his, followed by a swing on the head, blinding him. He heard the first thief grunted as he swung a bat that he found. The vigilante immediately grabbed the bat, disarming him. He then used this as his opportunity to flip kick him to the ground. The vigilante tased the second one as he rapidly punched him to the gut, right after he delivered an elbow strike to knock him out.
Once the two thieves are dealt with. He slowly walked his way at Brian, who was cowering in fear. So far, this is the first time that the vigilante noticed a criminal being scared at him, despite his normal and friendly attitude.
"Relax, I'm not gonna hurt you, since you didn't attack first." the vigilante reassured. He knelt down so he can talk to him properly. "Now, let's talk this out. What does your boss want to kill me again?"
"So, I can do this!" the vigilante heard the Dean's voice, and turned around. He was surprised to see a glowing tesla-like rifle being aimed at him. A humming sound was heard to indicate it was charging. Lincoln panicked as he took cover and put down Brian to safety when the first shot was blasted. The beam went straight to a closed parlor, which exploded and destroyed in interior of said parlor.
"Damnit! Why don't you hold still this time!" Dean aimed again the weapon as it was charging again to fire a second shot. Immediately, vigilante grappled the backdoor of the delivery truck, and ziplined his way to kick him, knocking out the weapon on Dean's hand, and sending him flying by the truck's door.
Brian realized that he was the last one standing. He was nervous that he was the only one that was left. His mouth was agape from his discovery. Why? Because the vigilante vanished afterwards. He was confused of how he vanished quickly. He was scared shitless. And possibly peed himself, too.
Moments later, the RWPD officers have arrived in the crime scene. They both started to investigate the both the alleyway, and the blown-up parlor. Although, a few other cops focused on the alleyway incident. Right now, Det. Morris sighed in a lot of stress, after witnessing another crime being stopped by the vigilante.
Then, the captain arrived as he got out from the police car. "Morris. What's the whole new investigation about." he asked.
Morris began to report. "But we did find the four thieves who took that priceless diamond from the museum at California. They were actually going to use it to power up a black-market weapon that they bought from. So far, no one was killed, but it did blow up their first target. And their guy named Brian confessed everything when he told the whole thing to me. So far, I can tell who did it."
"The Criminal Hunter?"
"Obviously, yeah."
"I wanted to ask, though. Does he even have a better name aside Criminal Hunter?"
"It's best not to ask, Cap."
As Morris stepped out from the captain's position, he noticed that there was a news van parked beside the building. He only knew that the news team arrived to get themselves a hot scoop for tonight. To also add, the entire Royal Woods News Station are now making reports about vigilante's work.
Morris marched his way to the news team, and yelled. "Excuse me! Who gave you the right come here? We didn't even give you permission at all."
"Detective Morris, is it true that the Criminal Hunter had a real name all along?" a male reporter asked.
"What are you talking about?"
"There's a note stuck on the thieves' van." A female reporter then asked. "Is this the vigilante's doing, or just another make belief from someone else?"
As Morris shoved his way through the reporters, he realized that there was really a note placed on the van's door. He stared at it, and read what were the words written:
THE WHITE RAPTOR
This was the name of the vigilante. White Raptor was the city's guardian.
While the detective had his mouth agape from the note, the other news reporters were muttering if they had it on tape or having a discussion about their recent discovery. So far, Morris strictly told them to leave the premises or they will be charged by the station.
Elsewhere, Lincoln watches on top of the rooftops as he saw his city being cleaned again with his good work. Afterwards, the white-haired vigilante grappled his way to wherever he'll encounter next. Or maybe, it's time to call it a night since he deserved it.
And now, this is the name for Lincoln: White Raptor. Why? It basically fits, and it sounded a lot better when I come up with. And, it's also the main name of the title. So yeah... White Raptor's name, will be heard all over.
Side note though, I was supposed to add another scenario for this chapter, but I decided to put all that in the next one, for a good and decisive reason. Anyway, please a leave a review, and I'll see you in the next chapter.