[The beacon is lit as a rival avenger appears on the scene…]
Out of the darkness a figure descends onto the rooftop of a tall building within the quaint Metropolis of Trinity River. Clad in full black body armor with hooded mask that rises to pointed ears, the mysterious being checks his utility belt before looking again to the night sky. For several evenings, the perplexing image has lit up the clouds above city, forest, rivers, and root cellar. A tail and robust round torso, most prominent, sit behind beady eyes, and a sharp snout. The impression appears, then fades as each passing cloud gives way to bright stars, there for a moment, then cyberspace, like a slowly moving pixilation with only one constant image. Who is the creature being summoned by the citizenry of the river community, and for what purpose? A villain? Fellow crusader? New friend or formidable foe?
Grabbing a boomerang attached to an extra sturdy Home Depot double –braid rope, the masked man grapples a satellite antenna before swinging to street level. Hopping in his dark supercharger with fin tails and loud acoustics, he launches his fat ride down the road, searching for any signs of the creature. After 20 minutes of no luck, he presses a button in the console and speeds out of the city. His target--the operator of the spotlight.
Within a short time, the car nears the co-ordinates and is put on stealth sound and roomba. The armored gent tumbles from the interior onto dusty soil and shanks near a tree. With dark ears edging out side-ways, black gloves clutch the pine bark. White bulbous eyes blink within the dark rubber hood and stare at the black canister in question. Unattended, it shines and projects a faithful beam to the heavens with an orange drop cord sprawled to the house. With a quick roll of the eyes left and right, and tip-toe’d stealth, knight rider shimmy’s beside the object and flips through silhouette’s in the side compartment…bat, catperson…chicken, cow… an octoman…what kind of a nut-job is this, he wonders…Just then, a doorknob turns and he saddles up to a corner of the house. A man in Hollister blue jeans, Gap casual shirt, and Nike running shoes jumps off the deck onto the damp grass. He talks on a cell phone while glancing at the sky and moving the projection to another quadrant. Dark knight waits and listens to get intel.
“Yeah, no results yet. Lantern’s lit every night, but no possum, and no action with Ramadan here, no Iraqi RV arriving…nada…”
The operator returns to the house and locks the door behind him as new questions arise in the caped crusader’s mind. Ramadan? possums? ‘No action’? Iraqi Recreational Vehicle’s? What does it mean?? It must be code! An international network! He scribbles it all down and decides it’s best not to confront the citizen just yet, but Gordon needed to be notified…STAT!
Rummaging past pine, twig, leaf and bramble, the night crawler catches up with his ride making a clean sweep of the area in stealth mode. Climbing onboard into the soft leather interior, he jets for the city and the commissioner’s office under what he perceives as the glowing image of a menacing snout…
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