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Chapter 19: Suspicious Activity?
(New York City, Manhattan, S.H.I.E.L.D. Tri-Carrier, a few days later)
Fury walked through the halls to a conference room. He had gotten a call from an agent about something particularly unusual. Fury had heard that more times than he could count, but knew he needed to listen.
'This better be a lead on the Goblins. With them running rampant, things will no doubt get ugly.' Fury sighed in his mind.
He walked into one of the conference rooms on the Tri-Carrier. The few agents in there saluted him. Fury nodded and then agent lowered their hands.
"What have you found?" Fury asked.
"There's a drop in gang activity in Manhattan sir." One of the agents answered.
"Well that's some good news…but it isn't that simple, is it?" Fury groaned.
"I'm not sure yet." The agent said, walking over to a computer on the right side of the room.
He began pressing several buttons. A screen appeared, depicting a map of Manhattan. There were appearing circles locking onto different parts of the borough.
"These were known locations for the local territories of gangs." The agent said.
"Yes…and?" Fury replied.
"There's been no recent reports of any violence lately: no shootings, not assaults, thefts, etc. There's been nothing. And these are the some of the most violent locations in Manhattan. There's attacks everyday, and there's been nothing there." The agent said.
Fury rubbed his beard, contemplating his words. He was skeptical of this, but he knew he needed to make sure no stone was left unturned.
"Have there been any strange reports or sightings around those neighborhoods in the past few days?" Fury asked.
"No, but there was a call to each territory…from the same number." The agent answered.
"Wonderful…did we get a lock on it?" Fury asked.
"No sir…from what we've looked into, it was a burner phone." The agent answered.
"What about the call itself? Did you get the recording?" Director Fury said.
"No, at first we thought nothing of the news we just told you." The agent explained.
"Ok, how about where the call came from. Has its location been pinpointed?" Fury groaned, rubbing his forehead.
"Near an abandoned subway station in northern Manhattan." The agent said.
Director Fury rubbed his beard, contemplating his next move.
(An abandoned subway, a few hours later)
A squad of men are walking through the subway. There is no light in the room, but the men's helmets had night vision, which is on currently.
"Remember: we're only here to see if we can find anything. We don't want to be caught up into a fight." The leader of the group advised.
"We know sir." One of the men replied.
They carefully made their way through the area, motioning their machine guns all around them as they stay focused on their surroundings.
"Sir, we're here. No signs of any suspicious activity so far." The leader of the group said.
"Alright, keep searching. But be careful." Fury advised.
"Yes sir." The man replied.
The men moved carefully, their vision moving constantly checking the area around them.
'I seriously hope they aren't here.' One of the men gulped nervously in his mind.
The men did their best to stay focused. They had faced much more dangerous enemies before, though there was the possibility of walking straight into a full on fire fight. One man quickly turned around, raising his weapon. The other men paused.
"What is it?" One of the other men asked.
"I…I thought I heard something…but it was just brief…I…I think we're good." The man answered.
The others' vision carefully scanned the area around them, but couldn't find anything to cause alarm. They nodded to one another then continued on. Suddenly far in the back of the area where they looked a figure dashed away.
"The placed is trashed." One of the men grunted.
"Shh! Quiet." The leader admonished.
"Right, sorry." The man whispered in apology.
The squad carefully made their way through the area. It looked as if someone had raided it, or a horrible fight broke out. They continued to search the abandoned subway, but found nothing. The leader sighed.
"Director Fury, we've got nothing. We scoured the entire place, but didn't find a damn thing. Sir, what are your orders?" The leader of the group asked.
"Come back, we'll discuss our next move." Director Fury sighed.
"Copy that." The man replied.
Suddenly one of the move saw something big move a few yards from the group. He gasped, leveling his gun in its direction. The rest of the men gasped as they saw more figures dashing through the area, to where the men couldn't get a clear visual of them.
"What's going on?!" Fury grunted.
"Sir, my men have sighted…something…several somethings! But there's not a good visual!" The leader explained.
"Stay calm and stand your ground!" Director Fury ordered.
"Yes sir!" The leader replied.
The men formed a circle, their weapons raised.
"Come out! Show yourselves!" The leader growled.
Suddenly there was a horrible cackling, then a frightened cry. Some of the men turned to look as one of their own was grabbed from above then pulled away before they could see the assailant.
"What the-Ahh!" One of the men shouted as he was suddenly snatched by his throat and dragged away.
The men began to fire shots when they saw glimpses of the figures and then ran by, but none met their mark. The leader gasped in fear and shock as he heard and/or saw his men crying out while being dragged away. He then turned in a complete circle to see all his men were gone. He breathed heavily. He didn't see the assailants, but he could hear their chuckling. He then felt something swat away his gun. He turned and then felt his throat grasped in a powerful, solid grip. His eyes widened at fear at his assailant.
(Tri-Carrier, same moment in time)
Director Fury had heard his men cry out as they were ruthlessly attacked by an unknown number of assailants, whom dragged them off left and right. But finally, he's looking into the face of one of them…the one whom is holding the leader of the group at his mercy.
"Hello Director. Sorry I couldn't stop by for a cup of tea lately, I've had some errands to run. Heh heh, but I promise you will have our play date soon enough. This is your Friendly Neighborhood Goblin signing off. Sayonara! Haha!" Green Goblin cackled, looking into the recorder of the man's helmet.
"No…No, please…No-Ahh!" The man begged then screamed as the Goblin threw his other arm forward, laughing.
The transmission went to static.
To be continued…