Angel of Death #94

I sit in my basement, not doing a thing except for sitting. Since the visit to Patton Arms, I have been on high alert, as I believe the whole vigilante population in Gotham has been. In my chair, I look at my suit, pondering what all that has occurred to amount to this point. At this point, we're in warm water, not yet boiling, though a bubble is soon to break. I look at one of the crates, just now noticing I have yet to open one. I stand up, intent on opening the wooden box. Before I complete my first step, the tunnel door opens, revealing a frantic Abraham. He rushes in, leaving the door open. He yells at me, "The cops! The cops are on to you! I wasn't able to delete it! The DNA!"

 

I turn to him. "Fair. I have nothing to hide."

 

Widening his eyes, he throws his arms up in the air."Nothing to hide? Nothing to hide?! You have a fucking bunker underneath your house, illegally built, mind you, covered in the gear we've used as vigilantes. And you have nothing to hide? Nothing at all?"

 

I step towards him, arms behind me. "This house has no records of this basement existing. On record, this doesn't exist."

 

Abraham points at the door in the ceiling. "And what about the draft coming up from here into the living room?"

 

I lower my arms."We put putty on the ceiling, block the draft."

 

During my last comment, Jerrick, clad in his armor, walked in the same entrance Abe did. He removed his helmet while he shut the door. "Guys, I think we have bigger problems than cops. The Xenothium. It's stolen."

 

Abraham and I with our jaws dropped turn towards Jerrick. Abraham questions, "What?! By whom?! How?!"

 

Jerrick yells"Who the fuck do you think?! The guys who have been after Mike's head for as long as I've known him! They used some EMP. Fucked with the 'lectronics. No signs of entry."

 

I rub my growing stubble with my hand while Abraham stressfully runs his fingers through his hair pushing it back. I turn to my suit while undressing myself. "We need to suit up then."

 

Abraham starts undressing while Jerrick exclaims, "Brucie's little helpers didn't fret to set up their own investigations either."

 

Pulling my pants on, I say, "Good. We're going to need all the help we can get. Abraham, is the batsignal on top of the GCPD building operational?"

 

He threw his shirt over to the stand."Last time I checked. We'll head over immediately. Now, how the hell did they find out about the Xenothium?" We all paused for a moment. Then, Abraham looked at the crates. "Mike, have you checked the crates yet?"

 

I turn my head towards one and walk over to it. "No." I break off the lid, spilling out the contents. A number of vambraces fall out. Then, amongst the armor, I see a small black object. I pick it up and examine it, quickly realizing what it is. "T-this is a mic. He's been hearing everything we've been saying..."

 

All of our eyes widen at once. A series of curse words from Abraham and Jerrick followed as I crushed the device.

 

"Alister... he's in danger... Your family... everything. You need go to your family, I need to go to the Cathedral."

 

Jerrick exclaimed. "We need to see Bats first!"

 

We all agree. Abraham then states,"Mike, there's something we need to give you first... Let's stop at Jerrick's shed before we meet up with Batman. You're gonna need what we're about to give you."

Done