Despite his show of indifference, Renegade had already decided on several things. He liked what he saw in the team so far, especially Locke. He also liked the team's acceptance of how things were. But he wasn't convinced that they could hold their own against any real mutant bent on taking something he wanted.
He sighed. The ones with the most experience, aside form himself, were Deadpool and Marrow. And he had no idea who or what the hell Estis was. Locke looked too young to know much, and everyone else he knew from personal had little experience, unless they had become hotshots in their last two years. Which he very much doubted.
He needed to recruit some experience if he was to lead this "team" in any war. After hours of thinking, however, he came up with only a few names, and and they were all unlikely. Then he fell asleep…
He woke early, about six in the morning. Renegade had places to be today. He went downstairs, into the garage. It was funny, he was already starting to think of the apartment building as "home," though he had spent only the better part of a day in it. He didn't stop to check whether Deadpool and Estis had arrived, he only stopped to get on his motorcycle.
And then nothing would stop him.
He rode quickly. He wasn't sure exactly where he was supposed to go, but he remembered something about a lawyer…Matt Murdock. That was his name. He found the office he was looking for quickly.
He parked his bike on the street, went inside. The place was pretty plain, but it was open. And it was just about his only shot.
There was no receptionist. He knocked on the door to the office marked "Murdock," in faded and peeling letters.
"Come in."
He complied, smoothly entering. He was glad he brought his staff, because this room made him uneasy. Like everything else in Hell's Kitchen, it was old and worn-out. Renegade spoke to a man who was wearing sunglasses, sitting behind a desk.
"I need to see Spider-Man. He told me to come here…"
The man, Murdock, smiled. Renegade noticed he was missing his left hand, but it didn't take away from his overall air of calm confidence.
"Spider-Man told me if I ever needed him, I could contact you."
The smile on Murdock's face turned to a frown. "Why do you need him?"
Renegade hesitated. He decided to just go with the truth. "I'm the leader of a small team of mutants. He owes me a favor, and I thought perhaps his experience would help us out."
"I can't speak for Spider-Man, but perhaps Daredevil would be interested."
"Well, could you contact him for me, then?"
"I am Daredevil."
Renegade gave a start. A man with one hand was Daredevil? Someone had a sense of humor. "Um, well, are you interested?"
"I'll think about it. Come back in three days."
Renegade recognized this a s a dismissal. He turned and left, feeling it had gone better than he expected. Spider-Man probably wouldn't have joined anyway, but Daredevil might. Two heroes with one visit.
He got back on his motorcycle. He drove around for a while, but found he was just wandering aimlessly. He made his way back to the New Lights headquarters, eventually, but had nothing to show for his efforts. It was too bad heroes had to be so damn secretive.
He parked his bike in the garage, noticing the addition of a jeep in the adjacent poarking space. Interesting.
He got back to his room to find Deadpool talking quietly with Havok.
"What's going on in here?"
Deadpool turned around, and didn't seem surprised to see Renegade. "Renegade now, is it? I was just reporting Estis's death to Havok here. Got a problem with it?"
"Yes, I do. One of our team members is dead. How did he die?"
"We were going to ambush Sauron."
"Sauron?"
"Yeah. Stupid sonofabitch didn't wait for the signal before he attacked the thing. Then Jester showed up. I was dealing with Jester, and Estis got himself drained by Sauron. I was thrown into a building, and with me outta the way, Jester killed Estis. By the time I got back to the street, no one was left except some cops. I scrambled. That was yesterday."
"Great. So who's Jester?"
"Some joker pretending to be a hero. He's supposed to be with the government or something, but he's playing them against themselves. Pitting everyone against each other and the government at the same time. Tryna start a war, is my guess."
Renegade considered while Havok glared at him. He shrugged and turned to leave. As he reached the doorway, he turned back to Deadpool. "Put that Jester guy on our hit list. Item number one."
Without waiting for an answer, he walked out the open door and back to his room.
He sighed. The ones with the most experience, aside form himself, were Deadpool and Marrow. And he had no idea who or what the hell Estis was. Locke looked too young to know much, and everyone else he knew from personal had little experience, unless they had become hotshots in their last two years. Which he very much doubted.
He needed to recruit some experience if he was to lead this "team" in any war. After hours of thinking, however, he came up with only a few names, and and they were all unlikely. Then he fell asleep…
He woke early, about six in the morning. Renegade had places to be today. He went downstairs, into the garage. It was funny, he was already starting to think of the apartment building as "home," though he had spent only the better part of a day in it. He didn't stop to check whether Deadpool and Estis had arrived, he only stopped to get on his motorcycle.
And then nothing would stop him.
He rode quickly. He wasn't sure exactly where he was supposed to go, but he remembered something about a lawyer…Matt Murdock. That was his name. He found the office he was looking for quickly.
He parked his bike on the street, went inside. The place was pretty plain, but it was open. And it was just about his only shot.
There was no receptionist. He knocked on the door to the office marked "Murdock," in faded and peeling letters.
"Come in."
He complied, smoothly entering. He was glad he brought his staff, because this room made him uneasy. Like everything else in Hell's Kitchen, it was old and worn-out. Renegade spoke to a man who was wearing sunglasses, sitting behind a desk.
"I need to see Spider-Man. He told me to come here…"
The man, Murdock, smiled. Renegade noticed he was missing his left hand, but it didn't take away from his overall air of calm confidence.
"Spider-Man told me if I ever needed him, I could contact you."
The smile on Murdock's face turned to a frown. "Why do you need him?"
Renegade hesitated. He decided to just go with the truth. "I'm the leader of a small team of mutants. He owes me a favor, and I thought perhaps his experience would help us out."
"I can't speak for Spider-Man, but perhaps Daredevil would be interested."
"Well, could you contact him for me, then?"
"I am Daredevil."
Renegade gave a start. A man with one hand was Daredevil? Someone had a sense of humor. "Um, well, are you interested?"
"I'll think about it. Come back in three days."
Renegade recognized this a s a dismissal. He turned and left, feeling it had gone better than he expected. Spider-Man probably wouldn't have joined anyway, but Daredevil might. Two heroes with one visit.
He got back on his motorcycle. He drove around for a while, but found he was just wandering aimlessly. He made his way back to the New Lights headquarters, eventually, but had nothing to show for his efforts. It was too bad heroes had to be so damn secretive.
He parked his bike in the garage, noticing the addition of a jeep in the adjacent poarking space. Interesting.
He got back to his room to find Deadpool talking quietly with Havok.
"What's going on in here?"
Deadpool turned around, and didn't seem surprised to see Renegade. "Renegade now, is it? I was just reporting Estis's death to Havok here. Got a problem with it?"
"Yes, I do. One of our team members is dead. How did he die?"
"We were going to ambush Sauron."
"Sauron?"
"Yeah. Stupid sonofabitch didn't wait for the signal before he attacked the thing. Then Jester showed up. I was dealing with Jester, and Estis got himself drained by Sauron. I was thrown into a building, and with me outta the way, Jester killed Estis. By the time I got back to the street, no one was left except some cops. I scrambled. That was yesterday."
"Great. So who's Jester?"
"Some joker pretending to be a hero. He's supposed to be with the government or something, but he's playing them against themselves. Pitting everyone against each other and the government at the same time. Tryna start a war, is my guess."
Renegade considered while Havok glared at him. He shrugged and turned to leave. As he reached the doorway, he turned back to Deadpool. "Put that Jester guy on our hit list. Item number one."
Without waiting for an answer, he walked out the open door and back to his room.
