Hudson Yards, Manhattan, NYC

They had made it to Hudson Yards, home to the highest outdoor sky deck in the western hemisphere. You could see most of manhattan and maybe even some of New Jersey from the highest peak of the building.

"This place is supposed to heading to be a huge cornerstone of technology and culture for the area, Cory." Rocky said as he gently petted the Crow.

Yeah, the crow's name is now Cory. Deal with it.

"Still though, it's quiet. Too quiet."

The usual most corners of NYC would be inhabited by some form of life but this place seemed void of that. Rocky then felt a presence, then presences surrounding him and Cory.

Mysterious men all dressed in black and red came forth and surrounded them in a circle with guns drawn. Call Rocky a betting man, but this might be the Reaper Peepers he didn't not want to run into just yet. The sun was barely setting down. They must have significant control of the area to be doing this and not have themself called on by the police.

"Relax, rookie. Or should I say Rookie Agent Rocky Crawfish?"

Rocky felt his throat dry up, no way, not now.

Cory, though unaware of the true danger, still could sense something was wrong. Its feathers ruffled up.

"I just want a chat." The figure offered a hand to shake. "The name is Mors."

"If I say no, then what?"

Rocky then feels something hit him in the back of the head, starting Cory and causing him to fly off him. The other members shoo the crow away, causing the crow to fly away not of its own accord, but for its safety. Rocky stumbles and falls down and is engulfed by darkness.

Next scene he comes to is an empty fancy dining hall. His senses still not fully there, he doesn't even realize he's been changed out of windbreaker and pants and he was fully wearing a black suit and tie, which fit him to a T.

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When his vision comes back to him, he sees Mors and a random women dancing on a dance floor. Mors in an exotic red suit and tie and still concealing his face with a mask, the woman in a glossy silver open back type of dress. The visual stimulation of them boogieing on down did nothing to quail his fear. He realized his crow partner was nowhere to be found, the team doesn't know where he is, and he is in the clutches of their target.

Mors now seeing that his captive was fully awake stopped dancing and walked to him with a smile. "Get to ya up, champ!" He vividly exclaimed. "Doesn't it feel like to finally look like a proper MSB agent?"

"You threw out my clothes."

"Try burning them, rookie. I'm just taking precautions."

"Try not caring for once."

Mors laughs at the top of his lungs. Laughing so hard, he slaps his knee. "Rookie, you're so funny yourself, you made that work!"

"If you're gonna kill me man, then stop toying with you."

"Nah, nah nah, kid. You don't get the easy way out. You have to be made an example of. That pansy bitch and that shithead director think they can sic a fledgling and three other bums at me and call it a day. Nah, nahhh, nah. I'm not chump change that be taken down, nahh. I'm something different than that."

Mors pulls and violently grabs Rocky's head and kisses his forehead.

"I am a witness to the new age of United States! I am the minister ushering in the fall of the MSB! I! AM! MORSSSSSSSS!"

"Is there 'Mors' where that came from?"

Silence fell. The atmosphere of the room shifted. The two figures stared at each other. The woman still standing there looked frightened.

And then, Mors laughed. Again. That crazed laughter that shrill the room. More bizarrely, Rocky started laughing too. Not out of fear or nervousness. Not out of trying to not tick him off. He laughed at his own stupid joke.

The two continued to laugh, and laugh, and laugh. Until a gunshot rang, while Rocky had his eyes closed, he opened them to see the woman that was standing there dead. She, who was suddenly shot by the man she just dancing with, Mors.

She fell with a thud and the sound of her trembling and struggling to breathe filled the room. It was uncomfortable, it was unnerving, and downright sadistic.

"You are a funny man, Crawfish, but the fate of funny men are always to be choked on their own words."

The gun Mors had aimed at the women was suddenly pointed towards Rocky and he knew he had to act quick.

Quickly, he kicked the table above his feet in order to gain some distance towards the man.

"Let's see how truly good you are, Rock."