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<blockquote data-quote="Broccli_Head" data-source="post: 893319" data-attributes="member: 105"><p><strong>issue#1, part II</strong></p><p></p><p><em>Two days ago....</em></p><p></p><p>Brinkman had been un-cooperative. Jae Son had regretted his decision to have Anaka break the office manager's desk in half. He sipped tea and examined the data that Detective Gionetti had sent him. The fragments had been made of titanium-alloyed steel along with some other type of unknown alloy. Not very many villains had access to advanced materials technology. Jae Son furrowed his brow. Why would Mechanon or the Warlord, two master villains who had exotic alloys at their command attack an armored van with computer parts? Problem was there were way to many, scary answers to that question all of which ended with the conclusion “Take over or destroy the World.”</p><p></p><p><em>I wish we knew what company and what kind of parts.</em></p><p></p><p>His mobile phone rang and Jae Son frowned as the caller ID indicated the person calling. </p><p></p><p>"Jason, this is Leo. Not a good idea what ya did at Brinkmann this morning. The feds are ons ta ya. They've asked us to close the investigation. Watch your back, brotha."</p><p></p><p>"Thank you, Detective Gionetti. I owe you one." </p><p></p><p>"Fahget about it! Just buy me dinner in the North End some time.”</p><p></p><p>“As long as it’s not your cousin’s place, Leo," Jae son laughed recalling the crazy Gionetti’s. </p><p></p><p>He thanked Leo, who was guffawing on the other side and hung up the phone. Not a second later he got another call. </p><p></p><p>"Mr. Lee, Please come quickly. They are making a mess of your office." </p><p></p><p>It was his secretary. Her family had been serving him for generations. </p><p></p><p>"Stay calm, Vivian. I am on my way." </p><p></p><p>He made two calls: one to Anaka to meet him at his offices, and a page to Slipstream. </p><p></p><p>By the time he arrived, "They" had left, and "they" had thoroughly made a mess of his files and office. </p><p></p><p>Sobbing, Miss Vivian Wu explained, "They said that they were from the FBI, Mr. Lee. I don't think they found what they were looking for. They were more upset when they left."</p><p></p><p>Jae Son handed her a handkerchief. Shortly, Anaka arrived. He had clearly been in a hurry, since he came sleeveless. </p><p></p><p>"Jae Son, I was teaching a class, but I dismissed them early and came right over."</p><p></p><p>Concern on his face, Jason replied, "Did anyone see you or those?"</p><p></p><p>Anaka looked at the several dragon tattoos that criss-crossed his arms, chest and back. Jae Son threw him an extra shirt as the martial arts instructor shrugged an <em>I don't know</em>. </p><p></p><p>His mobile rang yet again. On the caller ID, the words "Unknown" flashed on and off. Jae Son ignored the call, but "Unknown" called again. Sighing, the detective answered.</p><p></p><p>"Mr. Lee, please cease your investigation of the armored van incident," came a monotone voice.</p><p></p><p>Lee smiled, "Our inquires are our own business, Mr. Federal Agent."</p><p></p><p>"Mr. Lee, we know who you are and we know where you work and live. We also know that you have a secretary who is very close to you."</p><p></p><p>Jae Son tightened his mouth, breathed to regain his composure and replied, "Sir, there is no need to be rude, but if you must threaten and you sink to threatening someone that cannot protect herself, then I will stop." </p><p></p><p>He hung up without a return answer, resisting the urge to crush the phone. </p><p></p><p>"Vivian, you and your family take the rest of the week off. I will clean the mess."</p><p></p><p>She nodded began to collect her things when Slipstream arrived. </p><p></p><p>"Sorry, bra's. I was having lunch with--"</p><p></p><p>Jae Son put his index finger to his lips to indicate that Slipstream hold his tongue. </p><p></p><p><em> Do I have to act as a big brother to every one? The youth of today are so impetuous.</em></p><p></p><p>He updated the speedy hero who just shook his head looking at the wreckage the feds had caused.</p><p></p><p>"That's wrong man, just plain wrong. I'm gonna take care of this right now."</p><p></p><p>Before Jae Son or Anaka could protest, Slipstream was off in a flash headed towards FBI headquarters.</p><p></p><p>**</p><p></p><p>Slipstream streaked across the gallery at City Hall Plaza to the crescent-shaped building, One Center Plaza, that housed the FBI Field Office in Boston. </p><p></p><p>"Tell the Man that we're tired of him trying to push the little guy around," Slipstream told to a befuddled security guard. </p><p></p><p>The guard stammered an incoherent response and looked questioningly at the superhero.</p><p></p><p>With a hint of frustration in his voice, Slipstream said, "Call the FBI guys. They are harassing my friend. I wanna to talk to them."</p><p></p><p>“And you are…?” </p><p></p><p>“I am Slipstream!”</p><p></p><p>The guard nodded with a scared-of-possible-psycho look and dialed his desk phone. Then he turned away from Slipstream and spoke quietly into it. He smiled at the superhero and made small talk. Slipstream didn't catch on until he heard the high-pitched wine of what sounded to him like a small jet engine. A shadow passed over him and he heard a metallic <em>"THUNK!"</em> coming from outside.</p><p></p><p>"SUPERHERO SLIPSTREAM. PLEASE EXIT THE BUILDING," came a booming voice. </p><p></p><p>"Aww, man. That wasn't cool," he said to the guard who was already backing slowly away from his desk and trying to get away. </p><p></p><p>Slipstream zipped outside to confront a 10-foot tall, metallic gray battlesuit armed to the teeth. A crowd had gathered. </p><p></p><p>"PLEASE LEAVE THE PREMISES AND DO NOT CAUSE ANY TROUBLE," said the armored "monstrosity".</p><p></p><p>"Wassup, Big-scary-armor Dude. I know that I'm the superhero, so like, does that make you the super-villain?"</p><p></p><p>"I AM NO VILLIAN, SLIPSTREAM. I AM STALWART. I WISH YOU NO HARM, BUT DO NOT CAUSE ANY TROUBLE OR I WILL BE FORCED TO ACT."</p><p></p><p>"OK, Darth Vader."</p><p></p><p>There was no reaction from Stalwart, but Slipstream thought he heard a few of the by-standers snickering.</p><p></p><p>"You tell your boss to leave Jason alone!"</p><p></p><p>"YOU ARE NOT IN A POSTION TO MAKE DEMANDS, SLIPSTREAM. LEAVE."</p><p></p><p>Stalwart trained his guns on Slipstream, painting him with laser-sightings. The speedster, looking at the multitude of innocents standing around and some starting to duck for cover, decided to not risk a fight. </p><p></p><p>"Alright, Darth. You've won this time,” he said, shaking his fist for appearances and trying to play off his frustration. </p><p></p><p>Slipstream bolted away in a blur, feeling Stalwart's metallic eyes watching him as he left the plaza.</p><p></p><p></p><p><em>Yesterday...</em></p><p></p><p>"That's right little dudes and dudettes, buy Quicksilver surfing gear for all your surfing needs!" announced Slipstream to a crowd of Bostonians in front of Faneuil Hall. </p><p></p><p>Slipstream smiled for the vid-cams and still-shot cameras holding a surfboard. He was wrapping up a public appearance that he had almost been late to. His grandmother had had a bad morning forcing him to take a little extra time. Fortunately, speed was his forte, so he arrived on schedule to the nanosecond, to the relief of his publicist and Quicksilver representatives. They were passing out t-shirts and koozies to the crowd when he received a page. </p><p></p><p>"Aww, grandma," he said to himself and with a touch of concern, as he reached down to look at the page.</p><p></p><p>"What was that?" asked one of his fans, thinking she was being addressed, as she approached him for an autograph. </p><p></p><p>It wasn't his grandmother, however. Jae Son Lee's number appeared on the screen followed by the letters "F.B.I...."</p><p></p><p>He saw some of the crowd pointing to the sky towards the south. </p><p></p><p>"Dang!" muttered Slipstream as he looked up. </p><p></p><p>Stalwart was bearing down on him and his fans.</p><p></p><p>**</p><p></p><p><em>Meanwhile in Chinatown...</em></p><p></p><p>...Jae Son Lee's usual routine had been interrupted. Across from him sat a federal agent who had introduced himself as Agent Smith. He had not removed his sunglasses. </p><p></p><p>"Mr. Lee, we would like you to hand over all the information that you have gathered on the Brinkmann van incident and we would then like you to come with us to our offices."</p><p></p><p>Jae Son looked around at the worried faces of the employees and patrons of the Emperor's Garden. Mr. Ho, the owner was still protesting to other federal agents--these had body armor and blaster rifles. Somewhere in the restaurant, Jae Son knew that Anaka was sitting, watching as they had planned. He thanked his ancestors for his uncanny intuition. Somehow, he knew that the feds, not finding what they were looking for in his offices would come looking for him. The case was still a mystery to him as well, and something important eluded him. </p><p></p><p>"Mr. Lee?"</p><p></p><p>Jae Son responded turning his palms upwards and raising an eyebrow. </p><p></p><p>"Will you be co-operative or not?"</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Broccli_Head, post: 893319, member: 105"] [b]issue#1, part II[/b] [i]Two days ago....[/i] Brinkman had been un-cooperative. Jae Son had regretted his decision to have Anaka break the office manager's desk in half. He sipped tea and examined the data that Detective Gionetti had sent him. The fragments had been made of titanium-alloyed steel along with some other type of unknown alloy. Not very many villains had access to advanced materials technology. Jae Son furrowed his brow. Why would Mechanon or the Warlord, two master villains who had exotic alloys at their command attack an armored van with computer parts? Problem was there were way to many, scary answers to that question all of which ended with the conclusion “Take over or destroy the World.” [i]I wish we knew what company and what kind of parts.[/i] His mobile phone rang and Jae Son frowned as the caller ID indicated the person calling. "Jason, this is Leo. Not a good idea what ya did at Brinkmann this morning. The feds are ons ta ya. They've asked us to close the investigation. Watch your back, brotha." "Thank you, Detective Gionetti. I owe you one." "Fahget about it! Just buy me dinner in the North End some time.” “As long as it’s not your cousin’s place, Leo," Jae son laughed recalling the crazy Gionetti’s. He thanked Leo, who was guffawing on the other side and hung up the phone. Not a second later he got another call. "Mr. Lee, Please come quickly. They are making a mess of your office." It was his secretary. Her family had been serving him for generations. "Stay calm, Vivian. I am on my way." He made two calls: one to Anaka to meet him at his offices, and a page to Slipstream. By the time he arrived, "They" had left, and "they" had thoroughly made a mess of his files and office. Sobbing, Miss Vivian Wu explained, "They said that they were from the FBI, Mr. Lee. I don't think they found what they were looking for. They were more upset when they left." Jae Son handed her a handkerchief. Shortly, Anaka arrived. He had clearly been in a hurry, since he came sleeveless. "Jae Son, I was teaching a class, but I dismissed them early and came right over." Concern on his face, Jason replied, "Did anyone see you or those?" Anaka looked at the several dragon tattoos that criss-crossed his arms, chest and back. Jae Son threw him an extra shirt as the martial arts instructor shrugged an [i]I don't know[/i]. His mobile rang yet again. On the caller ID, the words "Unknown" flashed on and off. Jae Son ignored the call, but "Unknown" called again. Sighing, the detective answered. "Mr. Lee, please cease your investigation of the armored van incident," came a monotone voice. Lee smiled, "Our inquires are our own business, Mr. Federal Agent." "Mr. Lee, we know who you are and we know where you work and live. We also know that you have a secretary who is very close to you." Jae Son tightened his mouth, breathed to regain his composure and replied, "Sir, there is no need to be rude, but if you must threaten and you sink to threatening someone that cannot protect herself, then I will stop." He hung up without a return answer, resisting the urge to crush the phone. "Vivian, you and your family take the rest of the week off. I will clean the mess." She nodded began to collect her things when Slipstream arrived. "Sorry, bra's. I was having lunch with--" Jae Son put his index finger to his lips to indicate that Slipstream hold his tongue. [I] Do I have to act as a big brother to every one? The youth of today are so impetuous.[/I] He updated the speedy hero who just shook his head looking at the wreckage the feds had caused. "That's wrong man, just plain wrong. I'm gonna take care of this right now." Before Jae Son or Anaka could protest, Slipstream was off in a flash headed towards FBI headquarters. ** Slipstream streaked across the gallery at City Hall Plaza to the crescent-shaped building, One Center Plaza, that housed the FBI Field Office in Boston. "Tell the Man that we're tired of him trying to push the little guy around," Slipstream told to a befuddled security guard. The guard stammered an incoherent response and looked questioningly at the superhero. With a hint of frustration in his voice, Slipstream said, "Call the FBI guys. They are harassing my friend. I wanna to talk to them." “And you are…?” “I am Slipstream!” The guard nodded with a scared-of-possible-psycho look and dialed his desk phone. Then he turned away from Slipstream and spoke quietly into it. He smiled at the superhero and made small talk. Slipstream didn't catch on until he heard the high-pitched wine of what sounded to him like a small jet engine. A shadow passed over him and he heard a metallic [I]"THUNK!"[/I] coming from outside. "SUPERHERO SLIPSTREAM. PLEASE EXIT THE BUILDING," came a booming voice. "Aww, man. That wasn't cool," he said to the guard who was already backing slowly away from his desk and trying to get away. Slipstream zipped outside to confront a 10-foot tall, metallic gray battlesuit armed to the teeth. A crowd had gathered. "PLEASE LEAVE THE PREMISES AND DO NOT CAUSE ANY TROUBLE," said the armored "monstrosity". "Wassup, Big-scary-armor Dude. I know that I'm the superhero, so like, does that make you the super-villain?" "I AM NO VILLIAN, SLIPSTREAM. I AM STALWART. I WISH YOU NO HARM, BUT DO NOT CAUSE ANY TROUBLE OR I WILL BE FORCED TO ACT." "OK, Darth Vader." There was no reaction from Stalwart, but Slipstream thought he heard a few of the by-standers snickering. "You tell your boss to leave Jason alone!" "YOU ARE NOT IN A POSTION TO MAKE DEMANDS, SLIPSTREAM. LEAVE." Stalwart trained his guns on Slipstream, painting him with laser-sightings. The speedster, looking at the multitude of innocents standing around and some starting to duck for cover, decided to not risk a fight. "Alright, Darth. You've won this time,” he said, shaking his fist for appearances and trying to play off his frustration. Slipstream bolted away in a blur, feeling Stalwart's metallic eyes watching him as he left the plaza. [i]Yesterday...[/i] "That's right little dudes and dudettes, buy Quicksilver surfing gear for all your surfing needs!" announced Slipstream to a crowd of Bostonians in front of Faneuil Hall. Slipstream smiled for the vid-cams and still-shot cameras holding a surfboard. He was wrapping up a public appearance that he had almost been late to. His grandmother had had a bad morning forcing him to take a little extra time. Fortunately, speed was his forte, so he arrived on schedule to the nanosecond, to the relief of his publicist and Quicksilver representatives. They were passing out t-shirts and koozies to the crowd when he received a page. "Aww, grandma," he said to himself and with a touch of concern, as he reached down to look at the page. "What was that?" asked one of his fans, thinking she was being addressed, as she approached him for an autograph. It wasn't his grandmother, however. Jae Son Lee's number appeared on the screen followed by the letters "F.B.I...." He saw some of the crowd pointing to the sky towards the south. "Dang!" muttered Slipstream as he looked up. Stalwart was bearing down on him and his fans. ** [i]Meanwhile in Chinatown...[/i] ...Jae Son Lee's usual routine had been interrupted. Across from him sat a federal agent who had introduced himself as Agent Smith. He had not removed his sunglasses. "Mr. Lee, we would like you to hand over all the information that you have gathered on the Brinkmann van incident and we would then like you to come with us to our offices." Jae Son looked around at the worried faces of the employees and patrons of the Emperor's Garden. Mr. Ho, the owner was still protesting to other federal agents--these had body armor and blaster rifles. Somewhere in the restaurant, Jae Son knew that Anaka was sitting, watching as they had planned. He thanked his ancestors for his uncanny intuition. Somehow, he knew that the feds, not finding what they were looking for in his offices would come looking for him. The case was still a mystery to him as well, and something important eluded him. "Mr. Lee?" Jae Son responded turning his palms upwards and raising an eyebrow. "Will you be co-operative or not?" [/QUOTE]
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