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Chapter 5) Bull in a China Shop...
Day 36- Outside Chinese Gift Shop
Standing comfortably outside the shop, with the detective, we observe the constant movement of employees. They swift and swerve around the outside of the shop like cars, highlighted by the gleaming moon.
"How should we do this?" the detective at my side chirps, regret clear on his voice.
"Second thoughts?" I raise an eyebrow to him, not like he could see, or anything.
"Definitely." he honestly answers, taking a deep breath to calm his nerves. "Is it always like this? The anticipation, building up, until you can't breath." he continues, once more taking a few deep and slow, gulps of soothing air.
"You get used to it." I reply, noticing the workers go into the shop, closing the door suspiciously.
Great way to not seem like a criminal, douche.
Shaking my head and sighing to myself, I look to my companion. "Shall we?" I smirk mischaevously.
"What do you mean? We can't just waltz in." he argues, justly.
"Who said anything about waltzing in?" I continue my smirking. "I think we should introduce ourselves... formally." I state, darkly.
"I think it's best, if you do that." he smiles, apparently amused by my sense of right and wrong. It's not everyday that you find officers, or detectives tjat are willing to break the law in the name of justice, and not work ethics.
"Be back, soon." I inform, daintily.
Casually running across the road, I crouch down to my knees and shimmy along the side of the building, until I come up to the side door. How am I going to do this?. I have proposal A) Take my time and pick them off one by one. Option B) Throw in a smoke and waste them, before they have any idea, what has happened. Finally, C) Pull a Superman and just walk in there, just give them a warning and then, beat the hell out of them.
Patting my waist, despair strikes, as no more grenades are found.
Damn, I forgot I have no more money to pay for my gear. I think, I need my job back.
That leaves A, or C. It seems more... memorable, if I do C, so let's do that, shall we. Cracking my knuckles, I grab the door handle and break it straight off. Heroically, I stroll through the door and take note of the shocked expressions on the seven men's faces.
"Hello there." I cheerily wave, confusing them even more. Lying innocently on the table, is three bricks of some sort of drug. "Looks like you boys have been caught red-handed." I joke, stepping menacingly towards the triad members.
"You are making a big mistake." a burly, and bare chested Chinese man squares up to me- outstripping me, by about two inches.
"No. You are." I counter and the man steps back a little.
"So you are this vigilante known as Black Titan?" another man questions. Out of the corner of my vision, I see him picking up a gun. A M9, in fact.
"Yeah... so... I would really like you to put your hands over your heads and surrender to me." I advise, calmly. Shifting into view, was the thug with the gun, preparing to attack. Striking before they could react, I grab a hold of the bare chested criminal by his arm and throw him into the man with the gun. As his muscular body slams into the triad member, the pistol clatters to the ground.
Feeling myself grabbed from behind, I send my head back and it collides with the bridge of a man's nose, sending him stumbling backwards. Quickly spinning around, I spartan kick him and he crumbles against the wall.
Turning around again, I get smacked in the face by a wooden plank, shaking me a little, but I am altogether unfazed. Meeting my attacker, I deliver two quick jabs to his abdomen and then left hook his face, sending him flying backwards to the ground.
A sharp pain, makes an emergence in my right kidney, before I could feel a blade being forced out. "agh." I let out a small cry and turn to the stabber, disabling him with a kick to the knee and throwing him onto the table, by his throat. Good job, I heal quickly.
Leaving two more thugs to go, one runs away, whilst the other recklessly charges towards me. He gets knocking out, by me flipping the table onto him. A few seconds later, the final gangster gets hauled in by cuffs, Detective Ryan trailing behind.
"Took you long enough." he jokes cheerily, forcing the cuffed man down onto his knees.
"Thanks for the compliment." I sarcastically retort.
"Who knew a hero would be that childish." he smirks. He does have a point. So, stop being a douche, and be serious.
"Surprisingly, we only have three bricks. My guess is: they have their full stash in a warehouse, somewhere." I point out to the three bricks, strewn across the room from the fight, using my best serious voice.
"That's a cliché." he states, heartily.
"No joke, they actually use warehouses." I break the character I created in around thirty seconds.
"It seems we have a score." he chuckles, going to pick up a brick on the floor. Intercepting his hand, I smack it away. "Hey!" he reacts, tenderly rubbing his hand.
"Fingerprints. Unless you want the planting of evidence to be used against you in court- no touching." I casually advise, leaning against a wall next to one of my victims.
"I could really use equipment like yours, can I borrow some?" he jests, whilst looking over my costume. I don't know why, but it's kind of creepy how he is looking at my body like that, as though judging me for some odd reason.
"If you pay for it." I answer, he does make a suitable offer, he can have the thing for all I care. This suit is really expensive, it takes all of my money just to maintain it in a semi-decent standard.
"Really?" his interest is quirked by my response.
"I'm broke, so yeah, why not." I wink.
"I might actually have a solution for that." he saunters over to my position and hands me a business card. "Bill Jeffries, Chief Recruiting Officer." it reads and the top right corner is the logo of the famous company "StarrWare".
"They are looking for a head of security, if you want it." he continues, going back to his original position and kicking a slump body slightly.
"How do you know?" I question, intrigued to his connections.
"Bill is my brother-in-law." he informs through clenched teeth.
"Don't like him?"
"Nope." he mutters. "How am I going to report this?" he goes on, after a short silence.
"Figure it out." I laugh at the hapless enforcer of the law.
Day 37- Interview at StarrWare
"Why are you applying for this position? Is it a personal ambition, or maybe it is a part of the course, through life." the annoying little cretin named Bill, starts off the interview. Forcing the best smile I can do, I keep up appearances with the most lies I have ever told in my entire life.
"I have always wanted to head a security department, it has always driven me onwards and really appeals to my style of life; organisation and determination, are in my opinion, vital to success." I lie, spewing out as much rubbish as I can imagine.
"Those are all qualities we aknowledge, here at StarrWare" he smiles with that fake corporate fashion, everybody has come to dispise. I should have went to Wayne Tech, or even LexCorp. My mouth starts to strain under the effort of smiling, but I hold in my urge to drop it.
"Now, did you know that this position carries with it a heavy responsibility?." he asks, I can't quite tell if it's rhetorical or not, so I answer it anyway.
"No need to worry, I am fully responsible and I am fully capable of overcoming any obstacle." I briefly assure, keeping my eyes directly in his, emphasising my confidence. And don't I know it.
"That's great." he compliments in a fake tone. "Onto the nitty-gritty, we are." he talks to himself, flipping the page swiftly in his notebook.
"Exercise?" he commences.
"Daily." I respond.
"Bench?"
"700lbs." I bluntly answer.
"700?" he chokes. "I didn't ask you to joke." he forces a chuckle.
"I'm not." he looks as if he was about to comment, when he notices my extremely serious expression.
"Bleep test?"
"Broke it, no results could describe me." I smirk for a second, but slap myself mentally and retain my composure. Should I be telling him this?. Rubbing my hands together in boredom, I wait for him to finish writing something down.
"Hobbies?" he sighs, no doubt sharing my boredom.
"Martial Arts, Languages, Anything to do with sport and... watching the news." I end on a ridiculously boring note of mine, to be fair, I only watch it to look out for interesting developments.
"As head of security, you may be asked to guard our CEO, Mrs. Starr. This requires you to be able to adapt to challenging situations. How would you fare?" he leans forward in his chair.
"Put me in any situation and I will excel, I ALWAYS get the job done." I return, a little bit too arrogantly, although I do need to seal this job.
"On behalf of StarrWare, I would be honoured to offer you this job." Bill gets up and extends his hand, after a minute, which seemed to me like eternity.
"I'm glad to accept." I lie, accepting his hand.This is only temporary, I am NOT staying here. "I will see you tommorow." I give a quick two-fingered salute and escape this madness.
To be Continued...
The walls seemingly close in on me, the stifling air trapped in my lungs. I have come so far, but... is this the end? Is this how I die? Is this how the legacy of Black Titan ends?
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