Post by Spider-Man Beyond on Nov 2, 2006 2:13:40 GMT -5
Namor: The Sub-Mariner #3
Written by Mallet
Edited by Daniel Dyer
Namor rocketed towards the attackers on the street. He, of course, had no real interest in stopping them, but he needed Danvers’s assistance, and this was the price he paid for it. There ended up being a little over a dozen, the thirteenth was stationed inside their getaway truck, but their numbers mattered little as the scion of the seas landed in the middle of the illegal transaction.
“Cease and desist at once, fools.”
Well that had certainly gotten their attention, and the leader quickly drew his weapon and fired at Namor. The bullet ricocheted off of Namor and into the leg of one of the burglars.
“GAAAHHH!”
“Obviously, now you see that you need to give up?”
But the men just leaped for him piling on, hoping to quickly beat him and get out of there. But sadly that was not to be. Namor causally picked them off of him throwing them into trucks and the ground. Bodies gave loud snapping sounds as their ribs or arms fell before the unyielding strength of Namor.
Twelve men lay unconscious, or in too much agony to rise, at Namor’s feet. Seeing that he accomplished his goal of stopping them he rose slowly back into the air, before streaking back to John Danvers’s apartment. He left not only a mess of bodies but an astonished crowd, some of whom eyed the fallen money and robbers’ weapons with eager eyes.
“There you are, surface dweller!” Namor spoke to John. “I have stopped your fellow humans from engaging in an act of larceny against each other! Now will you assist me?”
John looked at him with eyes narrowed, but Namor had done as he aske--
“AYYYIEEE!”
A scream pierced the sky from the street below, and the two men turned their attention downwards. A group of people had rushed in to get what they could, of the money the robbers were trying to steal, only to find a thirteenth gunman inside their truck. He had now taken one of the female spectators hostage and was trying to escape. The gunman was obviously panicked and the situation was dire…
“I thought you said you stopped them!?”
“I obviously… miscounted.”
“’Miscounted’? MISCOUNTED?! She could die!”
“Do not yell at me John Danvers!” Namor reached in and grabbed him by the shirt collar. “I will reconcile this and then you will assist me.”
But even as Namor let John go and turned to try and stop the mad man, he glimpsed something else moving towards the commotion. A strange Blue and Red blur moved towards the man, some how swinging from building to building before stopping on a nearby wall. Namor could now see it, he was a man in a strange costume, but even then he surprised Namor as a thin white filament shot from his wrists yanking the gun away from the man. The blue & red clad gladiator then easily leapt across the street connecting a kick to the gunmen’s head. It was all over in a matter of moments and the costumed man had, after checking the two trucks to make sure their weren’t any other surprises, already swung off.
Namor turned back to John. “The situation has been taken care of.”
John sighed and motioned for him to come in, which Namor did by gliding through the open window. Namor stood straight again and looked to John. “Now, will you give me assistance?”
“Fine…” John went over to his computer desk and pulled out a thin file. “This file has everything I have on that only man who might be able to help you.”
He walked back over and handed it to Namor. “His name is Stephen Strange, he claims to be a ‘real’ magician. I’ve had a few encounters with him before during various investigations. I’ll tell you now I can’t explain anything he does, but I can’t explain some one who claims to be Namor reappearing after all this time. You two should get along just fine.”
Namor looked through the file quickly and then back to John. “You have my thanks Mr. Danvers. If this Stephen Strange does help me find the answers I seek I will owe you a large debt for helping me find him.”
“Whatever man…” John said tiredly.
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