A large man sat in a desk chair. He had his elbows propped on the very edge of the table, and there was an almost protective shield of computer screens in front of him. They curved around, a massive setup, fully designed to tap into the feed of the drones he had his employees manning.
There were reports that there was going to be some sort of event with the archer, the man who called himself Robin. The big man had to admit that he was dangerous, that he was the kind of man who if he knew what was going on would be the kind of guy who tears their system down from the ground up.
But he didn’t. And the big man could rest in peace. Where he was making millions of dollars off of the expediting and the destruction of half of the world. But then again, who cares about that?
The general public doesn’t know what’s going on, they think there are actors, and they think it’s all fake.
The big man started laughing, and he didn’t stop for a while until a knock came at his door, and he called, “Come in.”
A small bookish-looking man came in, with a pair of glasses and a clipboard, and he said, “Mr. Crow. A pleasure to meet you. My name is Silver. As I am sure you know, the government has heard rumors of what you are doing in this facility, and it is my job to disprove those claims.”
“What sort of rumors?” Crow rumbled.
“Well, they’re saying that you are using Ground Zero as a dumping ground for criminals and then filming it. It’s all ridiculous, I know, but it would much alleviate everyone’s mind if you could direct me to your filming facility.”
Crow stood up, slowly, his hands now on the edge of the table, instead of his elbows, and Silver had a very uncomfortable feeling about what was happening especially as he saw Crow’s shadow spread slowly across the ground, and come to rest at his feet.
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But the smile on the man’s face seemed genuine, so he told himself to calm down, even as he looked at Crow’s very impressive stature. He was nearly seven feet high, and his shoulders were almost two feet wide. His arms, core, and legs were almost the same with no visible signs of tapering down, if anything growing even more muscular as it went.
He was the kind of guy who would be able to throw a person farther than they trusted him, and he has been known to do that on occasion. Unfortunately for the man in question, the lawsuit failed, entirely because Crow bought off the man’s attorney.
And yet, for some reason, when Silver started to follow the man, he seemed like the kind of person he would and should be able to trust. So he didn’t think very much when they started walking out to the docks.
He didn’t start thinking until they reached the boats, and by then Crow was already covering up the man’s mouth and nose and waiting for him to fall unconscious. The expressionless crew simply picked up the man’s unconscious body and said, “That it chief?”
“Yeah. Make sure they get there this time, I don’t want the boat sinking again. We’re running out of people to film.” Crow looked the lead man in the eye. “And if the boat does sink, I’m holding you personally responsible for it.”
Crow turned and walked away, without even bothering to wait for a response, and started heading back to his office, ready to get some more people to man the drones. He reached his office and was dialing a number when he saw one specific man on the screen, and he cursed. The man in question was sitting on a bridge railing, scribbling something into a notebook, and then looking directly at the camera, before scribbling some more stuff into his notebook.
He wore a dark brown fedora, a suit jacket on top of a white button-down shirt, and a pair of jean pants. Crow instantly recognized him and he smacked his hand down on the table. Turning to a small microphone he had in his office he said, “Kane is costing us too much. Take care of him. And make sure there’s no evidence.”
Crow leaned back in his chair and smiled. Two problems off of his belt in one day. Not bad. Not bad at all.