Post by superecwfan1 on Dec 28, 2011 12:29:10 GMT -5
GREEN ARROW
by
Superecwfan1
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Old Town - Chicago.
The 2 men drove through the old run down section of Chicago's poor district. This area had seen its better days and had taken quite a hit due to the 1980's recession. Even with the feel good 1990's , Old Town as it was called was full of closed shops . So the current economic down turn didn't seem to hurt it anymore than it already was.
"Where the fuck we going Joe ? We need to find someone to take this costume idiot out and your driving us through this piece of shit part of the city." the nervous one said.
"Relax , relax OK. I got this man. I told ya Dave , we gotta go outside the proper channels. We can't go to any regular hit men. This has gotta be outside the box." Joe answered driving.
"Outside the box ? Look we saw what this loony guy did to Mac and his boys." he said.
"I'm not going to a gang banger , Dave. I know a guy...he's... a bit off. I knew him as a kid. He's a bit....off." Joe answered again.
The 2 pulled up to a near deserted street . Dave followed his friend Joe slowly into the building. He saw what was left of the sign "Schott's Toys" . It seemed as faded with time and hung nearly down , ready to fall off the building.
VOICE SCAN IDENTIFICATION PLEASE.... the robot voice asked.
"M-Mr. Schott its me Joey Turner... from down the block." he said nervously. The red bulls eye on his head as a target didn't help poor Joey's nerves.
The door opened , and Schott hugged the man. Dave was stunned at this sight as Mr. Schott didn't seem the type to murder someone. But clearly he could as they walked into his fancy old style apartment.
"You have grown a lot Joey. What brings you by my boy ?" he asked cleaning his glasses.
"Aha Mr. Schott , we ...I need your help." Joey said.
"My help ? Well my boy I doubt a grown man like you needs my wonderful toys." Winslow Schott replied .
Dave sit and looked around as he saw the pictures. It finally hit him who this was. He stood and interrupted , "Hold the phone... your Winslow Schott... they sent you upstate to Arkham in Gotham City ! You killed a bunch of people inside a toy store !"
"Dave shut up OK.." Joe said trying to make him sit down.
"Young man , those people...those adults were claiming my wonderful toys did not matter anymore. I decided to show them , my toys did matter." Schott said in a dark voice.
"Dude , this is a bad idea. This guy is generally bonkers." he piped back in.
Schott pulled a whistle out and played a small tune. Mrs. Schott , the kind woman who sit there knitting suddenly grabbed Dave by the throat. Lifting him off the chair as the poor guy tried to beg.
"I do not like that term. The doctors at Arkham tried to tell me I was crazy. Do you think I am crazy Joey ?" he asked .
Joey panicked as poor Dave was near death , "N-no Mr.Schott , you had every right to be angry. They were ruining your business."
"They called me the Terrible Toyman after it. All my years of loving children. The Terrible Toyman..." he stammered , mind away from the near choking man dying at his robots hands.
"M-Mr. Schott , my friend Dave here , he never had a dad or someone who bought him toys. He doesn't understand ." Joey said trying to appeal to him.
"That poor man. A child with no toys." Schott said and then finally blowing the whistle.
Dave dropped as he coughed hard. He was stunned at this insane toy maker. Who didn't seem to mind the murder he caused , but once a child was mentioned would stop . Joey helped him into a chair.
"So what do you boys need ?" Schott asked sipping his tea all calm.
"There's a man who...ok...he hates children. He put some people homeless recently and blew up their houses. Knowing your gifts , we think you can help us ." Joey said.
"Go on. Anyone who hates children and toys ...they deserve death." Schott said .
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Chicago PD
The station was busy with traffic and people walking and talking. But those close to Captain Montoya's office tried to be more quiet to listen as Mayor Sharpe was in seeing the captain. The 2 could be heard nearly outside.
"Captain Montoya , I know the board has gave you a good review this time . But the pure fact is we have a street vigilante walking the streets as Robin Hood. Numerous assaults , houses being destroyed and all we have is arrow pieces left." Mayor Sharpe said , arms crossed.
"To be fair the ones this Robin Hood is assaulting are known dealers , muggers and he's stopped 2 rapes so far. Also the buildings or houses are known crack and prostitution dens." Montoya said.
"Are you telling me , Captain Montoya ...your ok with a known vigilante walking the streets of Chicago each night ?" Sharpe asked.
"No , Mr. Mayor I am not. I have men on the department working on this. Its been 3 weeks and I have 2 men working leads on it. I have increased patrols in areas he has been in. But so far , nothing." she said.
Mayor Sharpe turned to run his hands through his hair. He turned and stared as he saw Oliver Queen at the desk working a phone interview. Then he turned back , "Put Queen on it. He is one of the best cops you have."
"There is heat from IA over the shooting weeks back with Queen. I put him on desk duty til it gets resolved. Besides he works narcotics division." Montoya said.
"You tell IA to talk to me then. And pull Queen from narcotics. He's on this Captain. Its important this gets done." Sharpe said walking out.
Minutes passed as Montoya walked out and gestured for Oliver to come in. For Oliver Queen this was the best possible news he had for the day. Hanging up and quickly following his boss inside her office.
"So I saw our beloved Mayor , was he still being a horses ass ?" Oliver asked slumping into the chair.
Montoya reached in and handed Oliver Queen his gun back , "Your off a desk for now. You should thank that horses ass."
"Wow , what do I owe this good fortune ? I mean I never thought the Mayor was a fan of my work in narcotics ." he said.
"Its more like he likes the good press from the fact you killed some horrible gang bangers and the demographics for his campaigns love that . He wants you leading the case on this Robin Hood ." Montoya answered.
"Robin Hood ?" Oliver asked puzzled.
"Yes , the vigilante that is running around now. The one dressed in green and we find pieces of arrows he fires at each scene we go to." Montoya said.
"Oh OK , let me start to work on it and I'll catch this guy." he replied.
Oh this is just great. I'm leading the case against myself as this vigilante . This is weird karma. I hate keeping this from Montoya , but I have to.
Oliver was handed the file from the cabinet as Montoya surprised him and asked , "So what did Sarge Steel ask you to do ? You never did tell me."
"It was some surveillance on a suspected terrorist. Typical stuff I used to do ya know." Oliver answered quick.
I really hate lying to you Renee. But there is no way you can handle it knowing what I now do at nights.
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Minutes later
Oliver walked out as Eddie Fyers fresh from his stint at recovering from his wound walked up. His arm in a slink as he was close to recovery . The 2 men embraced as Oliver showed him the new case file.
"So I take it , were out of narcotics ?" Fyers asked looking at the file.
"Yeah , were on this. Montoya wants us to bring this guy in." he started while sitting across from him , "How's the arm ?"
"Its getting better , I'm glad that is all it was. Maria was as well. Shame you were taking some shit over that ." Fyers answered.
"Ya know how that is at times. Just part of the job Eddie." he joked.
I really hate this aspect . Now I have to lie to Eddie. Someone who I am really close to as well.
