Robin Investigates: Roadkill's Clubhouse
So Abe's gonna throw Mike a little birthday party complete with presents, huh? That's pretty cool of him. Still not sure he's gonna make a good superhero, but he's a helluva friend for sure. Speaking of friends, Me and the crew are gonna meet and old friend tonight in the industrial. ever since Sherman Fine AKA The Broker failed to kill Steph and I a couple months ago, his crew's been tied up in a three-way gangwar between Queen Widow and the Roadkill gang, the two other morons who tried to kill us not too long ago. Sherman's been keeping to himself lately so we think he's up to something. And we're right. It's not too long before we're following a black van into the industrial district. The location of the Roadkill Gang's current clubhouse. Sherman and two gorillas in suits hop out of the van. The goons are holding ARs, but that's not what I'm concerned about. What I'm concerned about is Sherman hefting a giant missile launcher on his shoulder. I can sorta buy Sherman having access to ARs, but a missile launcher? Yeaaaaah no. Whoever's selling missile launchers to morons like him I've gotta shut them down. Right as Sherman starts to aim for the clubhouse door, Jackie uses his powers and pulls it out of his hands. Kid did him a favor. He would've wasted a rocket on a clubhouse with no one in it. Steph took down the monkeys with ARs and I, of course, handled Sherman. I don't know what was faster, Steph taking down the goons or me wrapping my hand around Sherman's neck. But whatever. It's time for the fun part.
"Hey Sherman! How's it going, buddy? You work on your backswing at all. Think you can actually break someone's jaw yet instead of handing out lovetaps like you did a few months back?"
"Go to hell, kid!"
"Good to see urban warfare hasn't changed you. If you can call it that, anyway. Now, those rifles your guys had, those....ah, crap. Hey Spoiler, what are those anyway?"
Steph was already holding one of the ARs. She looked at it for a bit with a confused look on her face. Well, guns aren't her thing anyway. Not really a thing for any of us.
"I...I don't really know. Brand names have been filed off. Think it's a bushmaster. AR-15?..."
"AR-15!...Yeah, I can believe you have a few of those lying around. But you having a few of...dammit. Pulse, what's that thing called, exactly?"
"Nothing filed off, Robin. It's a 'Patton Arms MPML7000 Excalibur'."
"A military-grade missile launcher, pretty much? You having one of those lying around? I call BS. Where'd you get it."
"Bite me!"
"Figured you say that. Hey Spoiler, there's a few chains over there. Could you get them?"
"Why? What are you doing?"
"You'll see. Hey little buddy, see if you can start up those motorbikes there."
"What the hell are you thinking?"
"If you wanna find out, then please, don't tell me where you got the missile launcher."
"F-fine! I don't really know. It's a backalley dealer! One of my guys found him and we met in the Diamond District a block down from the royal hotel. That's all I got."
"That was easy, wasn't it Sherman? But backalley deals? And I though you were a legitimate buisnessman."
One hard shot across the jaw and he's out cold. Honestly, he caved easier than I figured. When I asked Steph and Jackie about the chains and motorbikes, I was pretty much just telling them to get the first thing I saw and tried to make is seem as scary as possible. If he didn't cave then I'd have no idea what the hell I'd do. I'd have to be way more creative than I'd like, I guess.
"Well, someone's selling military weapons on the street and we've got a location. You ready, crew?"
"Yeah. But am I the only one who's got a funny feeling about this? I mean, weapons dealing in the Diamond District?..."
Robin Investigates: Roadkill's Clubhouse
So Abe's gonna throw Mike a little birthday party complete with presents, huh? That's pretty cool of him. Still not sure he's gonna make a good superhero, but he's a helluva friend for sure. Speaking of friends, Me and the crew are gonna meet and old friend tonight in the industrial. ever since Sherman Fine AKA The Broker failed to kill Steph and I a couple months ago, his crew's been tied up in a three-way gangwar between Queen Widow and the Roadkill gang, the two other morons who tried to kill us not too long ago. Sherman's been keeping to himself lately so we think he's up to something. And we're right. It's not too long before we're following a black van into the industrial district. The location of the Roadkill Gang's current clubhouse. Sherman and two gorillas in suits hop out of the van. The goons are holding ARs, but that's not what I'm concerned about. What I'm concerned about is Sherman hefting a giant missile launcher on his shoulder. I can sorta buy Sherman having access to ARs, but a missile launcher? Yeaaaaah no. Whoever's selling missile launchers to morons like him I've gotta shut them down. Right as Sherman starts to aim for the clubhouse door, Jackie uses his powers and pulls it out of his hands. Kid did him a favor. He would've wasted a rocket on a clubhouse with no one in it. Steph took down the monkeys with ARs and I, of course, handled Sherman. I don't know what was faster, Steph taking down the goons or me wrapping my hand around Sherman's neck. But whatever. It's time for the fun part.
"Hey Sherman! How's it going, buddy? You work on your backswing at all. Think you can actually break someone's jaw yet instead of handing out lovetaps like you did a few months back?"
"Go to hell, kid!"
"Good to see urban warfare hasn't changed you. If you can call it that, anyway. Now, those rifles your guys had, those....ah, crap. Hey Spoiler, what are those anyway?"
Steph was already holding one of the ARs. She looked at it for a bit with a confused look on her face. Well, guns aren't her thing anyway. Not really a thing for any of us.
"I...I don't really know. Brand names have been filed off. Think it's a bushmaster. AR-15?..."
"AR-15!...Yeah, I can believe you have a few of those lying around. But you having a few of...dammit. Pulse, what's that thing called, exactly?"
"Nothing filed off, Robin. It's a 'Patton Arms MPML7000 Excalibur'."
"A military-grade missile launcher, pretty much? You having one of those lying around? I call BS. Where'd you get it."
"Bite me!"
"Figured you say that. Hey Spoiler, there's a few chains over there. Could you get them?"
"Why? What are you doing?"
"You'll see. Hey little buddy, see if you can start up those motorbikes there."
"What the hell are you thinking?"
"If you wanna find out, then please, don't tell me where you got the missile launcher."
"F-fine! I don't really know. It's a backalley dealer! One of my guys found him and we met in the Diamond District a block down from the royal hotel. That's all I got."
"That was easy, wasn't it Sherman? But backalley deals? And I though you were a legitimate buisnessman."
One hard shot across the jaw and he's out cold. Honestly, he caved easier than I figured. When I asked Steph and Jackie about the chains and motorbikes, I was pretty much just telling them to get the first thing I saw and tried to make is seem as scary as possible. If he didn't cave then I'd have no idea what the hell I'd do. I'd have to be way more creative than I'd like, I guess.
"Well, someone's selling military weapons on the street and we've got a location. You ready, crew?"
"Yeah. But am I the only one who's got a funny feeling about this? I mean, weapons dealing in the Diamond District?..."