This story follows straight after here: http://www.comicvine.com/forums/fan-fic-8/marvel-mayhem-new-york-s-finest-issue-5-1528945/#10
And has direct ties to: http://www.comicvine.com/forums/fan-fic-8/marvel-mayhem-punisher-7-1521272/#2
And more Mayhem can be found here: http://www.comicvine.com/forums/fan-fic-8/marvel-mayhem-library-1459473/
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Howard sat in the front seat of his cab and looked around in confusion “Someone’s been touching my stuff!”
It’d been a rough couple of days. Future ducks, altered timelines, Dr Bong and now someone had changed the settings on his radio. Howard slapped the steering wheel.
“Who breaks into a ducks cab to fiddle with his dials I ask you?”
Howard reset the radio to his liking before turning the key and driving off into the night as the dulcet tones of Andy Williams drifted across the airwaves.
“Cigars don’t grow on trees people,” said Howard “Who needs a ride?”
**
One Police Plaza
Charles Little Sky awoke in the locker room. His helmet was next to him with a fist sized dent in it.
“Oh man!” he groaned rubbing his aching head before bolting upright “ZOMBIE!”
Lieutenant Marcus Stone stepped into view “Calm down”
“There’s a zombie from…”
Stone held up his hand “Kraven was here before we arrived. He’s under arrest and linked to another case involving the Punisher. Now you okay?”
He stood up “Yeah, don’t appreciate being knocked out though.”
“I’ve spoken to Rage,” Stone took out a sheet of paper from his pocket and handed it over “And made him write it out. He’s a rough diamond.”
Charles looked at the note. It was as if a child had written it: I’m sorry I hit you! Rage. And it was written at least one hundred times. Charles smiled “Thanks”
“Thank you for your help Portal,” Stone shook Charles’ hand “Though you can keep that zombie hell hole you have access to!”
“As I tried to tell you BEFORE I can teleport but dimensionally. I can go from point A to point but I have to go through Z…as in Z for zombie.”
Stone just looked at Portal and grunted “As I said, it’s all yours!”
He watched the leader of Code: Blue leave as he began unclipping his armour “Some people got no sense of humour”
**
Howard pulled the cab up to the corner “Twenty one fifty toots!”
“Did you just call me toots?” said Dallas as she got out and promptly stuck her head in through the window “Because there is no way I’m taking condescending, patronising, misogynistic crap from a midget in an effing Halloween costume!”
“Hey lady!” snapped Howard “You want me to call a cop?”
Dallas smirked as she unclipped her badge from her hip “Nine one one, what’s your emergency?”
“Just give me the fare!” groaned Howard “I got bills!”
Dallas tossed the money into his lap “How do you see in that thing?”
Howard looked up and spotted Charles standing waiting for a cab and sneakily sped off “Where to?”
“JFK!” said Charles as he tossed his bag in “Are you a duck?”
“What of it?”
“Just making…,” Charles looked out the window “Never mind!” And placed his earphones in and clicked on his IPod.
“You got a partic…” Howard saw that his passenger was off in his own world “JFK it is!”
**
Howard tapped the steering wheel as The Everly Brothers “Bird Dog” played away, blowing cigar smoke out the window. He’d asked the guy in the back if he minded but he was dozing and had earphones in so, why the hell not! Traffic was flowing pretty well down the Long Island Expressway when a car swerved in the far lane and cut into the traffic like a maniac. Howard saw the approaching car and in that split second punched the accelerator and spun the wheel to beautifully swerve around the potential accident like a skilled stunt driver. It was genius…until he clipped a pot hole and the cab shot across a lane bounced up off the concrete divide and sailed like a bullet towards the oncoming traffic.
Charles in the back woke up with a start and all he saw was a windshield full of approaching truck coming straight at them “Oh god!”
His power ripped open a hole in front of the cab and shot them into another dimension, milliseconds before the truck would’ve hit them.
KER-RUNCH!
The cab came to a sudden halt against a tree slamming the occupants around like balls in a pinball machine.
**
Howard came to “What the hell?” He felt the lump on his forehead and then saw the damage to his cab. The front was neatly bent around a tree which wasn’t on the expressway moments before. Windshield shattered and held together by sheer luck.
“You okay?” he asked the man in the back who lay slumped in the seat “Mister?”
“Rrrrrrrrrrrrrr”
“Is that a yes or a no?” said Howard.
“Rrrrrrrrrrrrrr”
Howard paused as he realised the sound wasn’t coming from the guy in the back. He turned his beak towards the rear passenger window to see a decayed man pawing at the window like a puppy in the pet shop…if that puppy was a six foot tall slobbering undead thing of course.
“This is just like when I was back in ARMOR!” moaned Howard reaching for the glovebox “Goddam zombies!”
To be continued in part 2 by Wildvine…
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