In the elevator of the building with Nelson and Murdock, Namor decided it was best to be fully transparent. He took off his street clothes revealing his navy blue bodysuit which had a sea green v on the chest. He put on his old crown made of coral. Ever since he left the jeep, he had been carrying a gold trident spear but now walked even more proudly with it. He stepped out of the hallway passing by a depressed drunk as she stomped by him muttering some complaint. His trident simply grants him electrical abilities as well as being a weapon. He does not wear shoes on the account of his ankle wings.
He did not knock on the door but walked past it into a room that was halfway full with people. I did not assume there would be so many customers for a lawyer in a building like this. Namor noticed one secretary answering people in the line. Karen Page, she acts full of heart. She would guide each person to either the door on the left or right. The man on the right was a lawyer by the name Foggy Nelson. Namor peered through the window. A big oaf, the common American. But he holds lots of charm. Namor peered through the other window to Matt Murdock’s office. An auburn man, where are the Jews that New York is so famous for? He feels against his paper and even behind his rose tinted glasses, I can tell he isn’t keeping eye contact. Why?
Namor looked at the line again. Just a few people left. Namor looked out the window behind Page’s desk. He studied Hell’s Kitchen up and down the main street. The red walls. The neon lights.
After a while, “uh sir. Sir with the big trident.”
Namor turned around to Karen wearing a worried face. Foggy and Matt stood protectively in front of her. The room was empty as the last customer left. “Ah, I see you are ready for me.”
“Uh, what?” asked Foggy.
Namor walked over to the front side of the desk. “Well I would like to file a lawsuit.”
Matt suspiciously asked, “who are you?”
“I am Namor, the Sub Mariner. I come from Canada and it was a fun road trip. We came to sight see New York until our personal vehicle was destroyed by the rhinoceros man. So, I would like to sue him.” Karen collapsed in her seat and started typing on her computer.
Foggy, in complete disbelief, said “well of course the Rhino destroyed your car. We’re not going to sue him for you.”
Angrily, “what do you mean!? You are denying my right!?”
Matt then raised his hands saying, “no uh we’re a small time pro bono firm. We have a lot to deal with just in the community as you might have noticed with the mornings attendance. Since it’s logistically difficult to sue a supervillain, we really are unable to do that.”
“You fiends!”
Foggy jumped to say, “well there are other ways you could possibly get what you want. Um, not to feed fish to a bigger shark than us but I know of a lawyer who deals with super people from time to time. To be honest she’s the only one.”
“Foggy…” Matt started.
“No it’s okay. She can handle your case, if she wants. She is Jeryn Hogarth of Hogarth, Chao, and Benowitz. Their office is not even that far away, just on the other side of Midtown.”
Namor eyed the two men. He then looked down at Karen who looked back at him only to say, “you can leave now”. Angry, he plunged his trident into her computer. The three were taken aback. Then he pulled it out and calmly walked out. Karen shouted, “hold on!” but was held back by her boys. Namor left Hell’s Kitchen fuming mad. Jessica Jones slightly followed him. Earlier, when she passed by a strangely dressed man with a trident, she knew it’d be interesting. She had left Nelson and Murdock in a pissy mood because not their firm (nor Hogarth’s) could provide her with a truly interesting case. I don’t have my regular love depraved customers and those two don’t even need investigators right now. New York is asleep! She waited at the bar across N&M for Namor to leave in order to follow him. But he visited them, right? Should I just go and ask? He walks fast enough that I’d completely lose him. Let’s see what he does. Unfortunately for Jones, Namor would simply walk to the other side of Manhattan before realizing he never found Hogarth’s office. He screamed in anger and then jumped into the water. Jessica looked on in complete shock. She decided to go visit her friend.
Heroes For Hire is technically just a private investigation and civil service firm where it’s main employee, Luke Cage, has to use it as recompense for crimes. He had been framed for a crime years ago and escaped prison but the law would catch up to him. Instead of imprisonment, Mayor Warren Wilhelm Jr made Luke start this firm in order to continue to serve the Harlem community as Luke was already doing. But now that service could erase his punishment. Superhero ally Iron Fist would join the firm and it would be invested by the Rand Corporation. Harlem Detective Mercedes “Misty” Knight worked as in-between the police force and the heroes. Colleen Wing joined as recommended by Misty. Midtown nurse Claire Temple joined as recommended by Daredevil. Jessica Jones is an infrequent partner of the firm due to her on/off relationship with Luke. The firm occasionally works with Spider-Man, Mr. Knight and Daredevil. They handle unpaid requests from civilians (Rand investment feeds them). The presence of Luke and the firm keep Harlem’s safe and the Underground weak.
The office of the firm has replaced an old barber shop. The inside still had the design and furniture of the shop. The only things Luke needed for his jobs were a map and a clipboard for sticky notes. There was Luke now carefully chipping away the hairs on his perfectly shaped mustache. Excluding hair and nails, his body was unbreakable and impenetrable. But his hair was still very dense, so he must be careful. Also present were part time informants; Turk Barret and Old Man Crowley. They were in a heated game of chess so don’t worry about them. Another careful snip and another hair fell into a bowl. Raise scissors again and–SLAM went to the door. Luke would go undamaged but his mustache took a cut too deep. “Damn,” he turned to the door to see Misty jingle her car keys with her big smile. “Do you have to come through like that?”
“I have my inspirations. And I have news.”
”Good or bad?”
“It’s always both.”
“Go find Colleen,” Luke said, turning back to his mirror.
At the sight of Misty, Crawley seemed to remember something. He started drawing something on an old receipt he had. Turk noticed the codger’s focus and decided to switch around some chess pieces.
“There’s been an update from Colleen about our recent adversaries. She says it’s a ring of people consolidating power after the fall of the Hand and Fisk. Power in the economy and the community. She doesn’t understand their goal yet but I think they want to be a shadow force in our society.”
“Really? How many people in the org?”
“It’s actually not that many. They seem to be extremely exclusive. She had to take a persona. The ‘Tohil’.”
“What’s that?”
“Feathered Serpent in K’iche.”
“Huh.”
“You really don’t know. What a brute. They all have snake personas. She doesn’t know anyone’s real name or face. Now, for the bad news. It’s all you, tonight, at their big meeting on Rikers.”
“Oh thanks a lot. Why are they meeting at a prison?”
“She doesn’t entirely know. I’m not sure where exactly they will be but I do have a day job. Maybe you can get your actual hero partner on this.”
“Maybe I can. When’s the meetup exactly?”
“7:30. Everyone’s in costume but she’s expecting to move after you do.”
“Thanks Misty. How are you otherwise?”
“Busy,” she then turned to the chess game. Crowley kept his face down in his paper. “Old Man, not often I see you so far up town.”
“Not often I have the fare for the journey Misses,” he said in reply with a grand smile.
“Turk, you got your own community service to get to at some point today.”
“Perhaps.”
“And you wouldn’t happen to know anything of what I said, right?”
“Here’s a service. They are calling themselves the Serpent Society. They are meeting at Rikers so they can meet the boss. But I ain’t a snake so that’s all I’ve heard.”
“That takes off just about an hour of service. Still several more to go!” She sauntered out of the room. Turk rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers at Crowley.
Now Luke went into the bathroom so Crowley took the chance to show Turk his picture. “He’s been spotted on the island today.”
Wade always wears his mask due to his ugly face. This is despite wearing street clothes that don’t match colors at all. He hailed a taxi in front of the N&M building and then hopped in. “Dopinder! You made it to this one.”
The Indian taxi driver looked into the mirror to see the Deadpool mask. “Do I know you sir?”
“Yeah buddy, we’re like best friends. You’re in all my best projects.”
“Oh thanks. Where are you going anyway?”
“Uptown.” Wade reached under the seat and found a red duffle bag of all his things. He started taking out his suit to change into. Fyi, the duffle bag also had his twin katana, several pistols, and a couple of grenades.
“Sir, where’d you get that bag?”
“You don’t have to call me sir. It’s just Deadpool. Tell me Dopinder, how’s Sonia?”
“Oh Mr Dreadpool, she’s reached the point of no return. She started dating my second cousin who’s much richer and has a beach house in Tampa.”
“A beach house in Tampa is never a good sign. Does she still breathe alright?”
“The last time I saw her, she told me this.”
“Depressing but don’t kill yourself over it.”
“Thank you, I’ll try not to.”
“Or maybe you should. It could get worse tomorrow.”
“Mr Deadpool…”
Turk was a bit taken aback. “What’s Deadpool doing here?”
“Well, he’s a mercenary. He’s probably killing someone.”
“Interesting. I’ve heard some legends about him. Being immortal, kind of retarded, shit like that. Never heard of him in New York.” While the X-Force are sent on somewhat covert missions, Deadpool’s personality has caused him to be infamous in the Underworld. At this point, putting him on a mission usually means that it doesn’t need discretion. “Where did you see him?”
“A friend of mine saw him in Central Park today.”
“Damn. Crazy shit. You know, with the Society starting to move and Tower being the mayor to replace Stryker…his kill may be some big name. A city moving name.”
Crowley suddenly stood up. “I’ll have to take an early leave today. We’ll finish our game some other time.”
“Nigga you can’t just quit on me.”
“Nigga I just did,” said the old white Crowley who adjusted his coat before walking out the door.
“Luke!! What the fuck did he just say?”
Dopinder dropped off Deadpool on Amsterdam Ave and he started walking east. He wore his red and black suit along with his twin katana on his back.
Deadpool soon reached 125th Street. The people noticed him but did not know whether to avoid him or not. There was a man on a bench in a black lab coat with a tall collar and black hat. He was sitting across the street and recognized Deadpool. He shouted “Deadpool!” knowing no one would be concerned about himself. The man simply showed his fingers as an L. But this man, known as the Bullseye, is a man of determination and accuracy. Anything he throws his target as exactly as he wants to. Right now, he is only disguised because an arm and a leg was injured by the Daredevil. Regardless, he was not to be ignored by another mercenary. He took out a metal rod. A truck was about to pass right in front of him. He tossed his rod through the passenger window and shattered the driver’s right elbow. The driver then swerved left and the truck tilted as it turned. Deadpool was wide eyed like a deer in headlights. Bullseye had indirectly thrown the truck at him. It hit its target too and exploded upon the engine hitting the earth. The Lays products inside exploded out the other way like a volcano. The driver was absolutely dead but nobody else died as they ran out the way.
Deadpool opened his eyes and felt around. He then crawled out of the wreckage and looked up to see an undisguised Bullseye eating a bag of classic Lays. Bullseye’s outfit is almost entirely black save for white lines that form full body rings with a center circle at his forehead. Bullseye leaned on the wall. He didn’t wear casts as he is unable to head to the hospital.
“Benjamin!? I’ve heard of you. You were someone relevant until you constantly got your ass kicked by a blind man.”
“Shut the fuck up. Deadpool, what are you doing in town?”
“There was an idea…” DP started. Bullseye stared at him. “To bring together an elite team of talented people…who could fight the battles-”
“Who are you quoting?”
“Doesn’t matter. I’m here to kill the Defenders. Why are you attacking me with semis?”
“To get your attention. Does your list include Daredevil?”
“Yeah and I know it’s a tall order for a poindexter like you so you can just go back in your hidey hole.”
“Let me help. I’ll make myself worth it.”
“Fine well first we gotta kill Luke Cage. He’s like invincible or some shit since black superheros have to be invulnerable or electric. Then we can go to Hell.”
“Good.”
“But isn’t there like a villainous doctor you could go to heal your wounds?”
“There is a Mafia in Brooklyn but then I would owe them something. I don’t go around owing people shit.”
“Well I’m going to find you a villainous doctor so then you also have to help me kill Spider-Man.”
“Alright then.”
“Let’s go sneak on an unsuspecting African American gentleman!”
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