Feb 16, 2008 08:34
Even rushing home from the bank the Q Society had beat him there.
Taking the name of the man who died in his arms had been a nervous reaction to police questioning, and with one of the bank tellers backing him up in it Uno was no more. All that remained was Curt Falconer, and everything about his life was in a huge yellow envelope waiting behind his apartment door.
The quiet of his apartment was a deafening roar. His mind kept replying the scene over and over again. His regret was palpable. If he had just had his mask. If he had tried to stop the crazy costume individual. If he had been completely honest with the police. There were simple too many if's and only one answer.
His instructions had been to lay low and await the coming of the 'enemy', but they had never been specific about who or what that coming darkness was. What was darker than a 13 year old girl being kidnapped and a murderer running around pretending to be a hero? The time for hesitation was over, and without an more thought the new Curt retrieved the mask from its hiding place.
It was time for Vanity City to meet Aztek.
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