Blazefire: Vengeance, Issue #4: Heat Wave (initial concept art for Blazefire gun)

The steps of the mystery was almost there. Blazefire and Hunter had uncovered lots of connections between the dead client and his wife had with Wolfe. Now, they were even more aware of the cops and the gangs hot on their trail.

 

Hunter: So the client, Martin, was a close associate of Wolfe, who stole a batch of money, behind his back. Now insert the story of what his sister told us. Then his wife was the one who added fuel to the fire. She didn’t have enough money, as she wanted more. I thought the pendant was misleading—it’s more than just a red herring that son of a b**** was looking for. While we wait for the results…..

Trent: Which is why I have to think of a connection of how’d he die….surprisingly, he didn’t look like he was panicking when he got killed. I saw the look on his face when he ran towards my direction.

Hunter: Ok, I guess the analysis is done,,,,

Trent: There’s blood markings. And to unlock it, we need to activate with a voice?….

Hunter: Try “Solace”

Trent: No, not working.

Hunter: “Sherpa”. “Lightfoot”. “Behemoth”.

Trent: No, still won’t work.

Hunter: I’ll give my last shot: “Behemoth”

Trent: Still no reaction. I’ll try…. “Exaltedlotus”.

(The pendant opens, much to amusing and slightly shocked faces of the two)

Hunter: How’d you figure? Cheats in your head?

Trent: More like eidetic memory. I realized he’s got a hotel named the Exalted. Lotus is just a location, in Chinatown.

Hunter: Wow. I guess the apple doesn’t really fall far from the tree—

Trent: I’d rather not talk about family or Drew now.

Hunter: Alright then, let’s look at what’s inside. The tiniest chip hidden in the middle of the diamond.

Trent: And I’ll try to play it, the format will be adjusted to our…..

 

(Both look in more shock over the actions of Wolfe. Security footage is shown to their eyes. He is seen doing violent things, such as assaulting, torturing people in very brutal ways. Unexpected explosion comes out of nowhere, blasting stuff to shards.)

 

Hunter: Holy….

Trent: Get down! They know we’re here!

Hunter: So the chip’s encoded with a tracker!

Trent: Oh s*** it is then. Who do I see….

 

Through the blasted walls, men men started approaching closer. Every one of them were at close range. Somewhere nearby, an unscathed Caliber stood there, with a terrifying smile. His bandanna was one his neck, while one of his hands carried one golden shuriken and a gun on the other. In this particular moment, Blazefire did not anticipate their attacks. His mind had told him that setting up traps could only take 1 risky minute that could result either him or his mentor dying.

 

Hunter: So, we’re out of stock now.

Trent: I guess the “shopping mall’s” closed for today. But they’ll keep coming. You got any claymore?

Hunter: A few charges left.

Trent: Well, they’ll be dead soon anyways.

Hunter: If I didn’t set more up…..

Trent: Then we’ve got to wait…..don’t spare your ammo this time.

 

*Lock n’ load sound*

 

Caliber: Show yourself, Blazefire. Playing hide and seek is useless. Don’t even think about running.

Trent: No, I’m not planning on that.

Caliber: I spent a month looking for you….you should have missed me.

Trent: Sorry, a**hole, I ran out of postcards. Anyways, if your boss is so desperate, why can’t he come himself? So he sends a bunch of lap dogs to do his dirty work? That’s funny.

Caliber: Well f*** you!

 

Bullets were sprayed at each other, but the cover was not enough for the two under a trail of heavy bullets. However, Blazefire leapt through every corner, managing to take down a few unsuspecting henchmen, with bombs and a set of electric wires. Hunter was busy still downloading the files extracted from the pendant. Once he had finished from a matter of seconds, he threw it in the air and latched it with a small EMP, near the generator. Both sides, which had their eyes focused from fighting one another, turned their heads as they panicked.

 

The room went dark. Gunshots were still heard. Men screamed in rage, lashing at one another. As both the heroes wore special goggles, they knocked out more nearby amidst of the conflict. Behind them, was however....

 

Caliber: Drop your gun. Now. Enough games with me.

Trent: I’m not done playing—-thought you were always interested.

Caliber: Few tricks up your sleeve eh? Show it to me! Now!

Trent: Not that easy.

Caliber: How is this hard for you?

Trent: You aren’t just working for that cranky f***er, are you? For Cinder as well?

Caliber: Mind your tongue, fireman. One more word, I’ll take your bones back to him. You wanna try my hat?

Trent: No thanks, but if it only were that simple, Clay. You wanted money and fresh kills, so you took the job. You still betrayed him by looking for me. Weren’t you supposed to intercept the other shipments? The assignment was supposed to be carried and tasked by Aaron.....

Caliber: You really have a nose everywhere, Boy Scout. Keep saying stuff, you’re pathetic.

Trent: I knew Cinder paid you better. Haven’t you realised how much of a fool you are? You double-crossing him—-eventually leads him to betray you as well. Because Hendrix wasn’t well enough. You always jumped in between....

Cinder: That’s enough!

 

(Cinder throws his hat at Blazefire, but he dodges it smoothly, with ease. More equipment is being destroyed. Blazefire tried multiple times to get the upper hand after they engage in CQC. Cinder launches more shurikens until the place starts to burn.)

 

Cinder: You ruined my mission. It won’t be that easy. I’ll meet you again. Next time ain’t that easy. Now I lose my pay originally than I excepted.

Trent: No, you intercepted, you SOAB. Can’t blame me. (Both escape through fire, with Cinder on a smoke covered exit, while Hunter escapes with Trent. He takes out the fire and absorbs in all the flames. There are still bodies everywhere.)

 

Hunter: That was intense.

Trent: You didn’t have to improvise over the top, you know. I didn’t ask you to throw it into the air. Or even stick an EMP.

Hunter: It’s my fault again?

Trent: You indirectly started a small firefight—-now we gotta look for a new base. Good thing is, not everything’s gone. I still have a backup warehouse in L.A.

Hunter: While you talked with that a**hole, I watched some of the surveillance. We might be able take him down, with only one chance. It won’t be successful though, only 39% chances of winning. His “fort” is heavily guarded. The fight was made as a distraction to lure you out as well—-Wolfe wants to find the bait/perpetrator behind all this stuff, that’s us, but it’s mostly you.

Trent: Going up against a ton of these guys is suicide. The cops will be there as well.

Hunter: And then you’re gonna go up against them alone? Then face Wolfe yourself?

Trent: Well.....

 

Suddenly, police flashlights and the sounds of tech sirens were heard nearby. The doors were starting to bang even louder.

 

Police: This is your last chance to show yourself, the so called vigilante. You will be put under arrest for arson and murder, as well as property damage. Show yourself this moment.

Trent (to Hunter): Dang, why now? I thought we’d get a few days to go into hiding. We need to step up our game.

Hunter: Up the roof then. Our only way out. We might be able to evade that huge chopper.

Trent: But this might be right timing...we’re gonna go up against a crime lord with the cops in pursuit. It’s even more risky. How about 1% chance of winning or survival?

Hunter: Uhh....

Trent: Right, exactly. Up the roof.

Hunter: We got no choice now. Things escalate too quickly. And we’re against a timer now.

Trent: I’ve got that feeling you’re gonna be the death of me.

 

*dramatic end*

Done