I own neither Nightwatcher nor Turtle Titan... nor DC comic characters or- ... Wow, this is weird... Disney Marvel characters.
Chapter Twenty-one; Potentially Problematic
Turtle Titan perched impatiently on top of the old warehouse. He was a superhero, super heroes didn't perch… unless they were Batman… or Spiderman… Thing had kind of pulled it off in that Fantastic Four movie... and-
His musings were interrupted when he saw a plain black car drive up to the warehouse. Baldy, having never actually entered the warehouse, stepped away from the wall and walked over to the car.
"Brilliant!" Turtle Titan whispered as the car door opened and the gang member climbed inside. "Just like in Justice Force number eighty-one! But since when were Purple Dragon 'Justice Force eighty-one' smart?" He frowned, this did not fit into what he knew of the gang and when things didn't fit it tended to fall into the category Raph referred to as, "turtle runnin' luck true ta' form."
Turtle Titan tapped the side of his cowl, trying not to grin like a dope when the personalized communication gizmo K had rigged for him came to life. "Forget Lairdman Island." He reported quickly, "They're moving again!"
"Keep me up ta date." Nightwatcher replied.
Turtle Titan nodded before he remembered he was on a communicator, "Right."
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By the time the car had come to a complete stop and pulled into an underground parking garage Turtle Titan was nearly out of breath and more than ready to call it a night. "Dude, you're not going to believe this." He reported.
"Believe what?"
"They stopped again, went into a parking garage. I think this is their final stop." Turtle Titan reported.
"Okay, where are you?"
Turtle Titan didn't answer right away. He darted across a street, doing his best to remain out of sight as he slipped into the underground parking garage and followed the car.
"Spit it out, where are you?" Nightwatcher repeated.
Turtle Titan crept through the rows of parked cars, coming closer and closer to where the car had stopped. He stopped only a few rows away and watched as the doors of the car opened and three people climbed out, including Baldy. They all walked over to the elevator out of the garage as casually as though they belonged there.
"This thing didn't go dead again did it?"
"No, it's still working." Turtle Titan replied. He pulled the communicator away from his head when language filthy enough to make a sailor ill came streaming out of the ear piece. The men from the car entered the elevator. When the doors closed Turtle Titan moved to watch the light over the doors and see where they'd gone. "Ever hear of keeping a low profile? I couldn't exactly talk!" Turtle Titan insisted.
"Just tell me where ya are!"
Swallowing, knowing the Nightwatcher wasn't going to like his answer any more than his silence, Turtle Titan reported, "They just took the elevator up to the tenth floor… they're in the same hotel as K."
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"WHAT?!" The face plate on Raph's helmet rattled under the force of his bellow.
"Baldy and the other guys that picked him up, they're at K's hotel. Not the same floor though."
Raph growled. "Track 'em, I'm comin' back." He ordered.
"On it." Turtle Titan responded.
Raph growled and hit the brakes on K's motorcycle. The bike very nearly lost control but Raph managed it. The thing was designed to be handled by a human who weighed nearly forty pound less than him, easily sixty less with all this gear. K's bike wasn't bad, it was nearly as good as Nightwatcher's, but when he needed it to respond quickly he wasted precious time trying to fight the thing.
As he finally got the bike pointed in the right direction Raph grit his teeth and tried to calm down.
It's just the same place. That huge hotel's full of people doin' different stuff… just because it's the same one don't mean nothin'…
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"…Yes, my department has been investigating the Nightwatcher vigilante actively for months. We have several leads but we think the information necessary to crack his identity is on the bike… no, not fingerprints, a specific chemical residue that will link us to the manufacturer of the bike. We need to compare samples in our lab to ensure the correct match… exactly… Thank you, Officer Seaward. I will send the paperwork right away."
The fax machine beeped rapidly as the number was entered. Several sheets of paper were fed through the machine. "Okay, it is on the way… yes that is right… thanks." The phone was turned off and hung up.
Sitting back contentedly in her computer chair K picked up one of the communicators and listened in for a moment… silence. She put the communicator back down and refilled her mug with hot water, prepping more hot chocolate with one hand as she keyed through some files on her computer.
Finding what she wanted, K picked up the phone and dialed another number. "Hello, District Ten offices? This is Sadie Graham from District Eight. There's been a mix up, one of the rookies sent a motorcycle to your department, it should be arriving there soon… actually, we will be sending an officer over to collect it personally… absolutely… thank you for understanding… yeah, rookies…" K listened as the officer on the other end of the phone recounted one of the recent stunts a District Ten rookie had pulled. "Crazy." She agreed, sipping her hot chocolate.
"Yes, she'll have the paperwork with her… no, the sergeant plans on sending Officer Smith out as soon as she gets in… thank you. Goodnight." The phone beeped as K hung it up. Putting her mug down, K dialed another number. She stood up as it rang, and rang.
"Murphy's costume shop, fool the pros or your money back."
"Hey! Murphy, Lynn again."
"Lynn! My favorite little cosplay, what can I get you?"
"Can you get me a district eight lady-cop by ten tomorrow?"
"No problem, cash or credit?"
"Sorry Murph, this party drained my budget; charge." A knock at the door announced room service.
"Sure thing, send me a picture from the party alright?"
"Always Murphy." K agreed before hanging up. The knocking at the door repeated, "Hold on!" K called, moving impatiently toward the door. Checking the peephole, she recognized the man on the other side as the usual guy.
"Prompt as always." She said as she opened the door. Once the door was completely open another man stepped out from behind the wall, this one K didn't recognize. "Ah shell."