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Virgil headed for the old junkyard where he and Richie used to hang out before the Gas Station. "Man, this is gonna be harder than I thought." He sighed. He just needed a place to vent some frustration. Glancing at his watch, he saw he had about 20 minutes before curfew. He'd come to the conclusion that having to be in before 10 really stunk when his pops had always trusted him. He hated it, and he felt just about the same when it came to all the tests and shrinks, and just about everything in this dimension...except for his mother. The thought of leaving her with a super-villain for a son made Virgil wince. He growled, and his hands began to glow with electricity.
That's when he saw the figure ahead. Short, slight, in her mid-teens, and staring at a delapidated building.
"Nightengale..." he whispered. He couldn't believe his luck. Quickly, he turned the disk, and headed towards her. He had come within a few yards when she spoke.
"Viper," she acknowledged. "What do you want?" He stopped and hovered, unsure of how to continue.
"Er...I was just flying by and--"
"Right," she turned towards him. "Don't give me that." He could see her glaring at him through the sunglasses. "I may have been the one that supported you most, but that doesn't mean a thing anymore."
"Uh...look, Gail," she stopped and stared at him, "I'm just looking for Marci."
"How did you know my name," she asked, her eyes narrowing. "And why do you want Marci. How would you use her to take over the world? I'm assuming that's what you're trying again," She sneered sarcastically.
"Er...no." he shook his head. "I just need to talk to her."
"Why would you want to 'just talk' to Stock?"
"Because I--well, it's kind of difficult to explain, but I promise that I'm not trying to take over." He paused and waited for a reply, but she only shrugged her shoulders.
"I don't know where she is," she said finally. "No one's seen her for a little over a day." What few hopes Virgil had began to sink.
"What?" he asked stupidly, not knowing what else to say.
"I said--" she started, but Virgil cut her off.
"I know, it's just that this is really important." She glared at him for a few more minutes before turning her back on him.
"I'm leaving. Don't follow me." And with that, Virgil watched her walk away. He could only stare as she took most of his hopes of ever getting home again with her. When she disappeared around a bend, he turned and headed for the junkyard, needing to displace more energy than ever.
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"Arg!" Virgil grunted as he threw some rusted metal into the air, letting it fall somewhere else in the junk yard with a very satisfying clatter. He grabbed some more with the electro-magnetic field he created, and levitated the unwanted scrap metal into the sky, before slamming them together, creating another satisfying and very loud clang. Then he let it drop to the earth, looking for something else to dent. He didn't notice the figure come into the yard.
"What is your game?" A familiar voice from behind him said suddenly.
"What do you want, Ebon...I mean, Cloak?" Virgil didn't stop jerking things around to talk to him. He was, after all, part of the reason Virgil was there.
"I want you to prove you're on the up and up," the human shadow grew from a shadow that lay in front of him, causing him to loose his eye-contact with the pile of metal he had been working with. He stopped the energy flowing from his hands, and heard it clatter to the ground.
"How?" he said carefully.
"I heard something about metahumans on the police scanner I salvaged a while back. If you take them down, I'll be..." he paused and looked hard at the African American, "... more inclined to believe you."
"More inclined?" Virgil asked, mockingly, and turned his back on the super-hero. Ivin's fists balled tightly.
"So you show up here, and just expect me to believe you, like that?" Virgil turned and watched the black silhouette advance on him. Cloak stuck a finger at Virgil's chest. "Am I supposed to suddenly believe that YOU, of all the punks in the city, want to break your running streak of trying to take over the city, if not the planet?"
"No," Virgil said calmly. "I can't expect you to believe it. But what if I'm telling the truth? I need help getting outta this wacked place," he gestured to their surroundings, "and I don't know who else can help."
"So, like I said," Cloak went on, folding his arms, "If you take out these bang babies, we'll talk." Virgil looked at the featureless face hard. He could barely see him in the dim light that surrounded the junkyard. He had another motive, something he wasn't telling Virgil, although Virgil really couldn't blame him. What choice did he have anyway? Finally, he sighed.
"Where are they?" he asked, knowing he'd probably regret this.