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"It's about time. I've been trying to get in touch with you for the better part of the day." A young lady with long brown hair was berating an older man.
"I was busy with Cape stuff. I might be new to this, but I do know that answering a cell phone while on a case is bad." The man was wearing a long hooded cape that hid his features. He also had a mask on to hide his face without having to keep the hood down in front of his eyes hindering his sight.
"That's no excuse for not calling me back after you were done." The man took off his Cape and set it down in the only uncluttered area in the small room he called home.
"I didn't have the ringer on, and I had other things to do so I never checked it." The man said as he jotted down some notes and pinned them to a cork board with others.
"Don't you care at all what went on earlier today at the bank? Damn it Faraday, this might be important."
"I am listening to you Orwell. I just don't see how it can be important. Or at least I can't see it being more important than bringing down Fleming."
"That's why I was trying to get a hold of you. I looked this guy up, and he could be trouble." This forced the man to face her.
"How much trouble?"
"If he is who claims to be, it could be a lot. According to the news," She pulled out a laptop and typed away on the keyboard, then turned it to Faraday for him to watch a news clip on the event in question. "I have it on mute because I can't handle listing to his ranting again."
"Then what am I supposed to get out of watching this clip?"
"He claims that his name is Deadpool. I looked around and found that he is a very dangerous mercenary. And he's insane."
"Anyone could wear a costume like that since it hides his face. So there would be no way to know if it's the real Deadpool."
"That's where I think that he is who he says he is. The real Deadpool is known for being rather possessive of anything that is his. And after listening to his interview I'm inclined to believe this guy is insane."
"I guess I will have to listen to it myself."
Faraday went to turn the sound on when Orwell grabbed his hand. "Wait! Let me step out first."
"He can't be that bad."
"Listen and learn." And with that she walked out of the room.
Faraday shook his head as he watched Orwell walk out. He waited for her to close the door before he turned the volume on. He honestly couldn't believe that a guy talking could be all that bad, but he didn't want to upset her and this seemed to upset her. He quickly regretted unmuteing the sound, but he needed to hear everything this man had to say if he really was Deadpool. He had heard the name before, and none of the stories associated with it were good.
"Hey is this thing on? What channel is this gonna be on. Hi ma! She's dead, but I've always wanted to say that."
"Sir could you tell the viewers your name, and explain why you risked your life to stop the bank robbery?"
"Sure. My name's Deadpool and I'm a superhero. I'm here to team up with The Cape to rid this city of its criminals. I've been trying for get in touch with him for the past few days by handing out fliers with contact info." As he held up one of the fliers he was talking about. It looked like it was done in crayon. "So if you're watching and know someone who knows someone and so on and so forth, who knows The Cape, give me a call"
"Don't you think that you and The Cape have different styles of heroism?"
"I have no clue what you mean by that." Deadpool's voice turned a little darker.
"Care to explain your background, or what powers you have?"
"Well, we superheroes do keep all of that a secret. Ya know, play it close to the chest." He hit his chest and made some kind of gesture with his hand. "But I guess I can elaborate to you. You look like you're a good soul and wouldn't tell anyone.
"I was walking home one day when some of the local bullies decided to chase after me. I cut through an industrial was disposal site and had a vat of toxic waste spilled on me as my godly father cast down a bolt of lightning that struck me at the exact second my mutant powers kicked in. On my way to the hospital, the medics injected me with an experimental super soldier serum and had a radioactive spider bite me in hopes of helping me." It was about this time when Faraday had to mute the clip.
"I think I understand what Orwell meant. I will need to go see Max. Here's your laptop back Orwell." Faraday handed the laptop back to her.
"So what do you think? Is he the real deal?"
"It's hard to tell. If I were still on the police force I could just check with other agencies that keep up with stuff like that. I guess the next best thing will be to go see Max. Maybe he or Rollo will have some contacts or something."
"I'll see you later Vince. I will do some snooping of my own."
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