Neon Shadows #2 - The Crank Connection

General Summary

Cranking Out The Business

Wednesday, 2/9/2022 The city's underbelly was alive tonight. Desmond, our trench-coated shadow in the neon-drenched dark, had his eyes on a scum pond—a local dealer known as Crank. Hiding in the skeleton of a building long forgotten by the city's beating heart, Desmond watched. The addicts, like moths to a flame, swarmed near Crank's lair, only to be turned away. No merchandise. The air was thick with desperation and decay. Desmond smelled an opportunity, not for heroics, but for a strategic strike. He called in the cavalry—Deucalion and V3RM1N. The digital phantom, V3RM1N, slid into the scene in about an hour. Deucalion? Still a ghost on the other end of the line.

The Queen's Carriage

Then, like a scene cut from a high-stakes drama, a green BMW purrs into view. Out steps Gina, her heels clicking like the hammer of a gun readying to fire. Luko, her counterpart, loomed like a tower of muscle and menace. They knock, they trade, money for poison. A transaction as old as sin. Tailin' them was a new face, Jay Sparrow, a vigilante with eyes on the bigger game.

Criss-Crossfire

Desmond made his move, muscles and will lifting the BMW, pressing it against concrete like it was nothing but a child's toy. The ruckus stirred the hornet's nest. Crank and his goons, armed to the teeth, came out firing. The dance of death commenced. Desmond and Deucalion against the venom of the streets. Up above, Jay Sparrow exchanged laser fire with a goon, each shot a promise of pain. As the BMW tore away into the night, V3RM1N finally cracked the code, siphoning the car's digital soul.

Save It For The Po-Po

The symphony of gunfire summoned the city's finest. The vigilantes' cue to disappear into the night. Crank and his lackey got a free ride to the clink, courtesy of the city's boys in blue. As the dust settled, the vigilantes, under the cloak of darkness, shared their tales and motives. A new alliance forged in the crucible of the city's endless war on crime. Tonight, the streets whispered their names. Tomorrow, they'd scream them.