Queen Industries Helicopter, Washington airspace
“Do you have an appointment?” the voice was patronizing, nasal and parrot-like
“No; I’m calling ab…”
“Mr Wayne doesn’t see anyone without an appointment!”
Dinah’s grip on her phone tightened “I get that but I’m…”
“Hold please!”
“Ahhhhh!” cried Dinah as she nearly threw her phone out of the chopper window. So far this merry-go-round had lasted fifteen minutes
“Wayne Gallery”
“Yes I’m trying to get a hold of…”
“Mr Wayne doesn’t see anyone without an appointment! Do you have an appointment?”
“You’re trying my pat…”
“Hold please!”
“Oh you B!T&H!” Dinah slapped her hand on the chopper window in frustration. It was a long shot getting in touch with Logan Wayne but he an Oliver ran in similar circles, sure Wayne was at the top of that pecking order but…
“Where to Ms Munroe?” asked the chopper pilot
“Forget New Gotham Roy. Head for Gold Stark in New York. If I can get a hold of Stark maybe with his political connections we can force Wakanda to open its borders for a rescue”
“You could just hire some mercenaries” said Roy as he banked the chopper to the right
“And this is why you fly the chopper Roy”
Jungle, Wakanda
Oliver grabbed a branch and some vines, his hands working like a machine as he rigged himself a makeshift bow. He found some straightish sticks and whittled the ends to a point. He kept tabs on his quarry periodically, making sure they hadn’t strayed too far. The drug runners and their mules were progressing along at a slow but steady pace, heading towards the river and obviously to a boat or plane and a way out!
Oliver shredded some leaves and cobbled together a makeshift mask mainly for scare factor but also because he did have a face that could be recognised nearly globally. If these drug runners worked for a cabal or cartel and word got out that rich boy, weapon maker and entrepreneur Oliver Queen was going all Spider-Boy then it could mean trouble.
Gold Stark Enterprises, Manhattan, New York
“But I had an appointment?” said Dinah sternly
“And I understand that” replied Trixie Potts “But Mr Stark is very busy and cleared his entire schedule”
“When?”
“About five minutes ago. Via sms. As he got in his jet” Trixie’s tone was one of concern with a tinge of familiarity
Dinah glared at her; it wasn’t her fault and she needed to vent “Why does having money turn men into children?!?”
“Preaching to the choir” said Trixie sympathetically “But he did leave this for you”
Dinah took the envelope and looked at the letter inside “Delicious Dinah; Ollie will be fine…trust me! I’ll bet you dinner in St Mortiz he’ll be back on Friday at 2.47pm. Offer still stands if you want to work for a real company. Booster”
“If this is one of their jokes!” scowled Dinah
“Like when they re-enacted War of the Worlds with Booster’s new hovercrafts” said Trixie
“Morons!” they said in unison
“Lunch?” suggested Dinah
“My schedule is clear” said Trixie as she grabbed her bag and headed for the lift
Jungle, Wakanda
“I warned you!” roared the South African as he raised his hand “Stop dropping the…” THWAK! A sharpened stick punched through his hand, skewering it!
“Oh my god!” he screamed clutching the wound “What the hell?”
“Headhunters!” screamed another drug runner
Oliver tried not to laugh from his vantage point high in the trees. He took aim again and fired another arrow, this time pinning a guys foot into the jungle floor. Another scream and then the gunfire started. Oliver leapt into another tree and fired at another drug runner, the makeshift arrow slamming into the soft shoulder and popping out his pectoral muscle.
“Up there!” yelled the South African as he reefed the shaft out of his palm “Kill that bastard!”
Oliver flipped from one tree branch to another, he barely had time to congratulate himself at his new found skills, as he watched as the drug runners waste their bullets on bark, leaves and foliage. Oliver nocked another arrow and went to fire when his new prodigious strength snapped the bow in two.
“No more arrows” sneered the wounded South African as he took aim with his AK-47
(Green Arrow, Oliver Queen & Dinah Lance are owned by DC. Black Panther, T’Challa, Wakanda and Ororo Munroe are owned by Marvel. Logan Wayne, Spider Boy are owned by Amalgam. Booster Stark and Trixie Potts were created by PrinceIMC. This story is mine and the creation of Green Panther is mine but using elements from DC & Marvel & Amalgam, as I’ve said in other stories they own the sandpit I merely just play in it)
Log in to comment