Jason had been recovering in the Base for the last two days, much to Marcs dismay. Limping to stay off his broken foot, to an empty chair. Falling in the seat Marc threw a comm into his lap.
"What's this?"
"A comm don't want you dying, and if your going to bothering me might as well make yourself useful" he explained refocusing on the computer monitor.
Putting it in his ear trying to relax as sitting next to the computer.
"Who are these guys?" Jason asked as examined the faces of those he didn't recognize
"Tombstone a hit man with rough skin bullets won't work, Hammerhead a man with a strong metal plate in his head, both hired hit men might not be the only ones" he answered
"And the last night attack, was an hit on Black Masks turf"
"Yes, by a man named Brick who runs his operations in Harlem"
A picture of a man with dark skin and white hair appeared. Jason looked at the two and saw how close their territories were.
"This place is goin to be a gang war?"
"Not if Kingpin can stop, but I doubt he will"
"Kingpin?"
"A man with a lot of pull in the city political and underground contacts, most think he's a myth, but that's because he uses blackmail and assassination to cover his tracks" Marc explained
"No one knows who he is?"
"Only a handful, but anyone else is dead"
The screen was covered in several red dots that symbolized crimes being committed.
"I'm going out, since you're in no shape to help on the streets you'll stay and be my eye in the sky" he answered
"Fine, get going and I'll tell you what's happening" Jason agreed as Marc left the base.
Harlem, New York: Brick's Night Club
A behemoth sat in a chair a cigar hanging off his lip. The news of Black Mask's stash slipping through had him mad as hell.
"So you're tellin me that we couldn't get the shipment?" He asked his voice covered in disappointment
"Y-yes, sir"
Motionless to suddenly throwing his desk at a wall. Breaking down the middle withchips of wood falling scattering. Towering over his men as they dare not say word.
"...find me the shipment, I want whatever Mask is pushin onto the streets got that!?" He growled the men then left hastily
Going to his window he saw Harlem shining. Like jewel ready to be taken, but he had just one problem.
"First Mask, then this Luke Cage muthafuka wants to come stompin on my shoes... He gonna regret startin shit with me" he growled
Base
Jason wandered Moon Knight was right, there really wasn't much. He had place for his weapons, and vehicles, but nothing else. Bruce had large items from each defeat of a villain. From a giant penny to a simple card, but here nothing. Taking a look at his arsenal he found tools to rival the great Batman. Billy clubs, darts, guns, something Batman never used.
"Got some beauties here" Jason spoke lifting a billy club
Making way to the garage on his crutches seeing high vehicles. A limousine, a bike, but what caught his eye was a dormant copter. Parked in a hanger it showed aging, as dust collected. Entering the craft the inside seemed operational. Engraved with the 'Duchamp' on the seat. Besides that it was extremely impressive.
Exiting Jason continued to explore the base. It's dark corners, the light spots as he went down further. The depths ran deeper onward, but a single light shined at the bottom. Squinting he saw an statue, pure white in it's color. Face-to-face he saw the idol was Egyptian in origin, with a crescent staff and a cloak. It resembled Moonknight in a way.
"Who are you?" Jason asked as he reached out
As his fingertips reached out almost grazing the white stone.
"Redhood you there?"
"Yeah, I'm here"
"I need you to run a few names"
Black Mask's Building
"So what have you got for me?" Black Mask asked leaning back
"We've been spreading our sales all over"
"And Moonknight?"
"He's been shutting a few down, but we've making the losses up" he answered
"That won't do, we need to set up a lab if we want a steady flow my stash in Gotham won't last forever" he answered
Expressing frustration, til he saw Gotham Gazette paper on his desk. He had always kept his eye the city for interest sake. The news had reported that Scarecrow had escaped. A lightbulb went off in Mask's mind.
"Tell Tombstone and Hammerhead to get their asses in here, I have an errand for them" he ordered
New York
MoonKnight glided across the New York city sky strapped to his Angel Wing. Awaiting for Jason to answer his request.
"The Warehouse Black Mask was keeping his drugs was under the books it seems"
"Who lent it out to him?"
"Go figure Oswald Cobblepot"
"Penguin"
"Did your homework, yes, but crime reports don't show his men, but those of the Maggia"
"Should've known"
"How?"
"Hammerhead, a member and enforcer for the syndicate only way to find where those trucks went is to pay a visit to a family member" he suggested
No Name Bar
The No Name Bar was one of the few Oasis that criminals could go to. Here they didn't have to worry about heroes or even cops. In the far end sat a man in a leather jacket with a few ladies and gaurds. Man Mountain Marko, one of the Maggias enforcers.
As he sipped a drink and laughed as did his company. In a fleeting moment an enormous blast knocked those within down. Some were dead, others were dazed by the shock. As they attempted to rise, bullets connected killing them.
"Ah!! What the hell!!!" Marko shouted underneath a pool table
"Not so fast Marko" Moonknight spoke standing over him, rifle aimed carefully at his head
"Well if it isn't the executioner himself" he mocked
"Black Mask shipment where is it?"
"Oh I'll tell ya"
Instantly headbutting Moonknight, throwing him off. Mark gripped a chair slamming it over the hero. Breaking he then grabbed Moon raising him over his head. Then threw the vigilante over bar, knocking down multiple bottles of wine and alcohol. Falling as Marc was soaked the mixture of smells made him nauseous. Marko wrapped his arm around his neck. Now in a headlock Moonknight struggled, punching the giant that held him. His breaths cutting shorter every minute, examined his option. Finding a broken bottle, clasping it's end stabbing the ragged edges in Marko's face. Catching one of his eyes blood began to leak out. Releasing Marc gasped for air, pulling out a billy club. Spinning he landed a solid hit on the mobsters jaw. Hitting the hard wood floor hard, Moonknight jumped over the bar. Positioning a knee on his chest, beginning to bash Marko's face. Using the bottom of the club, marks appeared after each strike.
"Where is it!!?" He shouted as he stopped
Marko gritted his teeth glaring with his undamaged eye. Coughing up blood and spit as words were forming.
"Hammerhead... never told me"
"Then you're useless" he spoke raising his hand
"Wait!... he's looking for someone"
"Who?"
"I don't know... just that he needs someone... to cook his shit" he answered
Moonknight stationary as he stared at the broken man. Grabbing a crescent dart, slicing Marko's throat. Coughing, holding the open tight as it began to drown him. Marc exited, leaving a pile of bodies for the police.