Gunship hovered over Los Angeles, baffled by the widespread rioting that had swept the city in the wake of the acquittal of the police officers who’d beaten Rodney King. The riot was now into its second day and wasn’t slowing.
“What can you see Gunship?”
Gunship adjusted the headset. “Hundreds of angry people. It’s…unbelievable. I almost wish I had a camera.”
“There’s reports of gunfire coming from Koreatown which is about seven blocks north of where you are now. Police have essentially left the area.”
“Roger that Blue Bobcat, on route.”
Gunship hovered over Los Angeles High School as he recalled the events from twenty years ago…twenty! That was hard to fathom. Some other things were also hard to fathom. There was a new President; an unlikely winner after Obama was killed by religious nut back in 2011. Battlechain’s “defection” from the Panopticons. Blue Bobcat was dead, well the original one anyways, at the hands of…
“..ig warm Los Angeles High to Gunship!”
Gunship raised his hand, waving to the crowd as he landed in the middle of the field.
“Why are you still here?!” exclaimed Blue Bobcat as he nearly bumped into Captain Scorpian. “Seriously you’re good and all that, but we voted.”
“Gunship said I could stay,” Captain Scorpian replied holding up a green code key.
“Well he was the only one!” Bobcat scoffed plucking the key from his fingers. “You’re the good version of…”
“In my world you’re a monster!” snapped Scorpian as he stepped right up into Bobcat’s face. “You’re doing your best to outshine your daddy’s legacy that nothing is too low, too depraved for you.”
“Look here photocop..”
Scorpian shoved Bobcat backwards. “I wonder how much crosses over.”
“Get out of my face before I rip yours off!” snarled Bobcat.
“Everything okay here?” asked Stunning Girl cautiously.
“I was just leaving,” said Captain Scorpian. “Please pass onto Gunship my thanks for his hospitality.”
Peregrine Saker was a model prisoner. He wasn’t any trouble. He painted. He taught a class in creative writing. And he was possibly the most dangerous man in the world. He was Doctor Falcon. Back in 1997 he’d actually taken on the Panopticons by himself, and won. For about a week he was actually in charge of the world. But Gunship put a stop to that and since then they've danced a deadly dance.
“Breakfast time Mr Saker,” said the guard who rapped on door.
The little man from Bombay via London emerged from behind the curtain, the only privacy in his clear plexi-glass cell. “Why thank you,” he bowed politely.
“No apple juice today,” the guard said placing the food on the slot. “Is orange okay?”
“That will be fine.”
The guard nodded and poured. “Ah geez!”
Doctor Falcon walked forward, slipped in the puddle and fell flat onto his back with an awful crunch.
“Are you okay Mr Saker?” asked the guard as he pushed his panic button. “Lie still.”
“It looks delicious,” said Doctor Falcon, seemingly oblivious.
“How long?” snapped Gunship as he stood outside Doctor Falcon’s cell.
“At least a week,” Shadowave said. “Possibly a month.”
“From what the shadows can tell me, yes a month,” Shadowave replied. “But we’ll find out more from the cameras and when we get our hands on the robot Doctor Falcon built.”
“Where’s the warden?” demanded Gunship.
“You need to calm down,” Shadowave said quietly. “Acting like an idiot isn’t helping anyone. I’m well aware of your history with him. If you really want to help, then go looking for him.”
Gunship stared at the chairperson of the Panopticons before shooting up and out through the solid concrete roof. “THIS PLACE LEAKS LIKE A SIEVE!”
Shadowave looked up through the hole in disbelief.
To be continued same time, if not sooner, next week.....see you there!