Post by Spider-Man Beyond on Apr 16, 2007 22:43:10 GMT -5
Darkeye #2
Hard Lessons
Hard Lessons
Written by Aaron Martel (Fan4)
Edited by Daniel Dyer (Spider-Man Beyond)
Gotta admit it, being a private dick isn’t always what it’s cracked up to be.
A lot of times it’s just plain, mind-numbingly boring work. Stakeouts, background checks, phone records…you’d get more action watching paint dry. There’s a lot of dull waiting involved. Waiting for your target to make a move. Waiting for that secret rendezvous. Waiting for the eternal apocalypse. Waiting, waiting, waiting.
So there I was, Jack Randall P.I., waiting outside the home of Dr. Maurice Chaste in my ’03 Volkswagen Jetta at 11pm sipping coffee and bored out of my mind as I had been the past three nights. I’d been hired by Chaste’s wife, Veronica, to snoop on his extracurricular late-night activities, which I’d assumed was a basic cheating husband type deal. But so far he’d behaved properly, going to work during the day and spending his evenings at home in the suburbs of Braughton, my city. No midnight creepings yet.
I had done some fact checking though, and there were some puzzling aspects to this case, mostly concerning money. Maurice Chaste was a prominent laser eye surgeon, yet his bank records showed he had very little money in his accounts. And his home, while nice enough to a poor boy like me, was far too small and well, ordinary for someone of Chaste’s stature. This led me to suspect a couple of things, but I was going to wait on those for a little bit while I was spying on the good doctor.
And finally my sign of the apocalypse appeared. A small car (far too modest again) backed out of the tiny garage and onto the street, turning and heading for the city. I started the Jetta and followed leisurely, keeping him in sight but far enough back to not attract attention. A Jetta’s not the most suspicious-looking vehicle out there, and this late at night traffic was lighter so I could give him some good distance between us. But instead of heading for the East Side of the city like I expected, Chaste’s car was moving towards the West Side, which by all accounts was considered the rough part of town. Braughton is a divided city, underlined by the “ritzy” East Side and the more downtrodden West Side in everything from the state of street repairs to the affluence of its denizens. And Dr. Maurice Chaste would certainly not be mistaken for a West Sider.
Chaste turned toward the docks/warehouse district and I followed. He finally parked in front of a small warehouse set back a ways from the docks themselves, a non-descript, unmarked dull gray building. I parked a few warehouses over and cut the engine. Chaste got out of his car and looked around to see if anyone was watching. He was of medium height and build with thinning dark hair and a goatee. Apparently satisfied no one was spying on him, he scurried to the warehouse door and slipped inside. I got out of my car and crept up to the warehouse door, stopping before actually going in.
I then concentrated and a dark eye-shaped symbol appeared on my chest straight through my clothes as a warm tingling sensation spread through my body. In a few seconds my entire form was enveloped in a powerful energy I refer to as the “Darkeye Force”. I was completely clad in black save for my eyes which glowed white and devoid of pupils. I was now Darkeye, superhero of the shadows.
In my Darkeye form I can pass through solid objects, like a ghost, so I very carefully eased my head through the door Chaste had just passed through to see what was happening inside. People usually don’t look back at the door they came in through, so I figured I would avoid detection. I was in luck. The warehouse was actually a makeshift laboratory, obviously set up by Chaste himself. There was a huge worktable toward the back of the room, plus a few smaller tables and chairs scattered here and there. Sparse. And mostly dark, except for the dim light the overhead warehouse lights cast, which was definitely in my favor. Chaste himself was standing with his back to me at the big worktable and tinkering with something I couldn’t see.
I slipped all the way in through the door and stayed in the shadows. I can merge with shadows so that in darkness I’m completely invisible, a dandy trick if you want to spy on someone. I crept around the room, keeping my eye on Chaste, who was so absorbed in what he was doing he was oblivious to everything around him. I saw all kinds of gadgets and electronic parts lying on the various tables, which made sense since Chaste was known for designing and improving his own laser equipment. This place was obviously where he actually built and tested those designs. I was making my way toward the worktable to better see what he was specifically working on-
Just then the door banged open and three tough looking guys entered the warehouse. Chaste spun around, startled. I immediately recognized one of the toughs as Louie “Spike” Bandelli, one of the captains of the Sanducci family, the major West Side mob. He swaggered in, very pleased to have found Chaste, smiling broadly and chuckling to himself. One of his goons took a position at the door and the other walked behind Bandelli, his backup. Chaste stepped forward away from the worktable to meet him.
“Well, well, well, lookee what I found here,” Bandelli drawled.
Chaste was rattled, sweating profusely. “Mr. Bandelli, I was going to call you but I got a little-”
“Doc, Doc, I unnerstand.” Bandelli was playing it up, sneering. “You’re a very busy man. Hey, I get that. But there’s somethin’ I don’t get, which is you owe me your week’s payment and I ain’t got it yet. This’s a problem, you see.”
“Mr. Bandelli, I promise I’ll have your money-”
“Whoa, whoa! What’s this I’ll have your money shit?” Bandelli was enjoying Chaste’s terrified expression. “You wuz s’posed to have it three days ago. So my boys come to collect it and dey can’t find you? How’s that look to me? What’s that say about me? I’m just a piece of shit you can ignore-”
“No!” Chaste was on the verge of panic. “I’m just- I’m working on something that will make me- us- a ton of money. Please Mr. Bandelli, give me some more time-”
“More time? What kinda business you think I’m runnin’ here?” Bandelli moved in close to Chaste, but neither he nor his thugs had their pieces drawn. I tensed in the shadows, ready to strike if things got more out of hand.
Bandelli grabbed Chaste by the shirt, putting his snarling face inches from Chaste’s. “Listen you @#$%, I don’t like dumb@#$%s like you thinking’ you can hide from me, you’re too good to pay a low-level @#$% like me. Is that whatcha think? IS IT?”
Bandelli punched Chaste hard in the face and the Doctor crumpled to the ground. I nearly sprang forth but Bandelli began to rub his hands and turn his head to the side, apparently trying to settle down. I also relaxed a bit but stayed alert. I wanted to see where this was going.
Bandelli loomed over Chaste, who was cowering and crying pathetically. “All right, Doc. Tell you what. I’m gonna give you forty-eight hours. You give me two payments plus forty percent and we’re square. And don’t you ever make me do this again. Unnerstand?”
Chaste was scrabbling to his feet. “Y-yes. Thank you, Mr. Bandelli-”
“Forty. Eight. Hours.” Bandelli turned and his goons followed him out the door. One of the thugs looked back at Chaste and gave him a cold, humorless grin before departing.
Chaste stood for a few minutes, breathing hard and trying to regain his composure. Then he returned to his worktable. I was crouching right beside him in the shadows. He attempted to resume his work but it was apparent that he was too shaken to get anything productive done. So he left the worktable and shuffled to the warehouse door, turning out the lights before departing.
I let him go. I moved to the worktable to see what Chaste had been working on. There were unfamiliar mechanical instruments and parts strewn all over the table, but in the center there was something that clearly was a weapon of some sort. It resembled one of those laser guns you see in bad science fiction movies. I pointed the gun toward the floor and pulled the trigger.
Nothing happened.
In my mild disappointment I began to feel the fatigue a long night brings so I gave up. I put the gun back on the table and passed through the warehouse wall to return to my car. As I summoned the Darkeye Force back into body I was pretty sure I had everything I needed to satisfy my client and end this case.
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