Hero-Villain System: In The Marvel Universe.

Chapter 7 - Code Six-O-Six

Code Six-O-Six

Hells Kitchen, New York.

Origin

It was 7 AM. A few rookies cops moved the police barricade that separated the news stations and the crime scene. The cameras and recorders were pushed forward, storming the officers for more and additional pieces of information on the gruesome discovery. The silent strobe light flashed red and blue atop, the black undercover police cruiser pulled inside the blocked-off area.

Carlton Northsrider gripped the steering column in agitation. "Get them back ten feet." He raged before the window could even get down, startling the reporters.

Not taking chances to anger the lead detective, the beat cops quickly when to work.

He was transferred to the N.Y.P.D. from the Chicago Police Department, a highly regarded detective, and he was once on the fast track to Chief before the event occurred that derailed his career and ended his marriage. He felt the lighter skin on his ring finger.

Two individuals stepped from the car, patrol officers saluted. A Sargent walked over, cigarette hanging from his mouth. He shook his head as Northsrider eyes locked on his.

Detectives Clark and Jones stood parallel to the covered body. Northsrider was headed back after canvassing the scene, dropping folder cards as he went. He gestured to a C.S.I. member. "Evidence. Make sure you get some pictures from here on up to the entrance to the meet market. Get a guy to run down the owners of the cameras.

The thin white sheet soaked with the victim's blood, a pink and brown designer bag laid to the side. Jones shook her head as Northsrider approached. She squatted down, and the patrol officers ogled her rear before his hard stare locked on them.

"Another one, female again, and from the famed Midtown High," Jones said, flipping close her notepad.

"Books are scattered around the alley. She was dragged there before she crawled here." He stood and pointed toward a boot print. "He followed her as she crawled. He killed her here, but it wasn't slow." Clark added, his eyes scanning the ground before he raised his head.

He unbuttoned the cheap snap-on tie. "Clark and Jones, I want you two to lead this. The task force is already being formed at headquarters. You have the mayor and my full support. Now tell me the similarities between the evidence and the other sites."

She was loudly ignoring the musing of C.S.I. securing the scene. Jone's face scrunched in hate as her eyes roamed along the beautiful girl's lower region.

She stood, and someone tapped her shoulder. Clark looked around, motioning for Northsrider and the Sargent to come near, and said discreetly. "This is another Code Six-Oh-Six," said Detective Kelvin Clark. They all grunted, stared at the body, and nodded before splitting up to work the scene and organize the retrieval efforts.

"I can bȧrėly believe this, even with the one video we babe on the sick bastard. Now, he's able to bypass security systems and cameras." She pulled out a small clear bag and put the ash inside before grabbing a woman with a C.S.I. coat on that was passing. Jones moved around the body and pulled out her pen, taking a smidgen of the ash between her toes.

"Volcanic ash, no geographic marker either." He grumbled. "The lab results will point toward the same mutate again."

Jones eyed her partner. "We won't be able to keep this under wraps for long. You think I should ask him to help?"

His eyes hardened. "He as in Luke? The fugitive. Big. Bulletproof. Another one that's causing the city money in overtime and property damage."

"I don't know, Clark. This is beyond us. Even if we knew who he is, what will be the plan on capturing him?" Said, Detective Jones.

Detective Clark motioned around. "I wish these bastards would expose themselves, and the feds can have the cases. Fuck.." .

"Alphabets are hands-on already. The sent liaison is supposed to know what we're dealing with and methods in handling them. The problems we're facing are happening nationwide. I even heard chatter about Europe, Russia and Greece have the same issues."

"Feds better come with the big guns and blank check this election year, and the mayor wants the case closed expeditiously. Now we got this sick puppy mocking us. Your boy toy thinks he's untouchable. These mutate, enhanced, or whatever politically appropriate term they're called need to be stopped!" He thundered, causing the officers to turn and regard the seemly bickering detectives.

"Quiet! This is still on the hush-hush; need to know only, the Lieutenant and Northsrider have our back."

Detective Clark took a deep breath. "Fine. Your way. Leave the boyfriend out of it, and I'll keep running interference with my old unit on his reconstruction of lower Harlem."

Jones didn't respond nor correct the man on her relationship status. "Until then Lets head to midtown-high. It's past time we do some interviews with her friends and classmates."

|Cole Stephens|

Four days have passed since his arrival. He managed to turn in most of the missing work and completed all of these makeup tests.

Fortunately, he obtained Jason Todd's persona because the lessons were simple. Rightfully so, he was trained by a world-renowned genius. Any member of the extended bat family was dangerous with enough prep time. He chuckled at that inwardly.

His new updated iPhone thrummed in his pocket, and he quickly retrieved it. He glanced at the time, 9 PM. He taps at the screen smartly before the live video feed is shown. He watched a van with a local flower delivery decal pull into the driveway of the medium two-story house. Six men exited the van and made their way to the door. The leader signaled for two to go to the back, and the other two skillfully ascended the house to the second story.

He jumped from his cot and opened the attic window. He took two steps back before running and diving from the window, his body clearing opening quickly.

He landed in a roll and gracefully came out of it all the balls of his feet. He darted behind the abandoned cars dotting the decrepit old orphanage lot as the Carmichael's exit the house, arguing about money problems

He slunk away under the poor light and dark moonless sky. His honeytrap plan wouldn't sit right with most, but it showed results, and his earlier fears of using the family to lore their tormentors out weren't warranted.

He jumped and caught the fire escape before jettisoning himself upward with sheer strength as he cleared the five-story climb in under thirty seconds.

He ran atop the roofs and followed the van trajectory with the tracker on the girl. He didn't watch the abduction as it was counterproductive to the plan, and if he was honest, he knew it would have been brutal.

Bad guys and their obsession with abandoned buildings seem to translate into the actual world. He chuckled under the cloak of darkness as the van pulled inside a seemly abandoned warehouses district. He pulled his phone out and queried a search of the owner. It might lead to someone or some company, any information was an increase in operation success.

The family was thrown from the van before being dragged. The Father, a doctor, and an illegal immigrant were carried over a massive wall of a man's shoulder. The girl was crying and pleading once again. He shook his head. Some people are just meek and want to be ruled over.

He fell from the building and landed without Noise or disruption. He did a field check of his equipment and crouched low on approach, stopping by each vehicle and placing plastic explosives on the gas tank.

He checked the door before slowly opening it before sliding inside and closing it behind him. He could hear talking and arguing up ahead. He looked around the room, looking got routes and accessing the layout.

The outside was deliberately allowed to remain dilapidated because inside was a spanning operation of what he could only ȧssume was artifact smuggling. He will have to reconsider after getting to their leader who wanted the family and take much as he can off their hands.

Name: Cole Stephens

Known Name: Jeremy York

Alignment- Neutral

Persona(s)Jason Peter Todd- Red Hood 28%|100%

Intelligence- Potential Tier 2

Strength- Potential Tier 2

Speed- Potential Tier 2

Durability- Potential Tier 2

Energy Projection- Potential None

Fighting Skills- Potential Tier 2

Gear-Inventory

Combat Knife