Who: Clark, Virgil, and Bart Where: Downtown When: Night of Nov. 28th What: Confrontation Rating: R Status: Incomplete
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Clark definitely preferred field work. Working at a desk, filing papers? Making reports? Answering phones? Leave that to the other employees. To those who were lesser, who were normal. Well.. more normal than one like him. He was always best as a field agent. It was probably good that he was not at the scene when the mayhem took place. The evidence suggested that the fire was not caused by normal methods. Either magical or paranormal. That sort of thing, as he'd learned early, was sort of a weakness, which is why he avoided that part of things. Not that it would matter.. saving them. He wasn't a hero. Least he didn't consider himself one. Heroes died from mistakes and from being too naive. It was better to be a tool, a weapon. An asset.
And so he was now down at the docks area. He was dressed in his usual dark attire, though mostly expensive. The firm paid well. He was looking forward to a night of relaxing at the penthouse once he was done here. There were several men in suits, couple with guns, standing in front of him. He slowly pulled a wad of bills from his overcoat. He wasn't slow out of caution. Their bullets would have no effect. But this was business; the firm would not want to lose clients because one of its people was a freak. Of course, these clients here already knew there was something special about Clark and others on the team.
The man in the middle took the cash, smiling. "Always a pleasure being supported by the firm, Mr. Kent. Their money is never wasted."
Clark just smirked, letting him have it. "So long as the client is not a liability. There is alwa.." He stopped. "Hold on. Someone is recording us." He scanned over the area. A second later, he was standing in front of a pile of tires. He reached down, and when he pulled back out, he was holding a man by his cheap jacket. Clark reached for the video camera and crushed it in one hand.
"Please, I.. I didn't..." The man begged, suddenly afraid. The young man had a vice grip! And seeing what he did to his device, that wasn't good either. He was so sure he had not made a sound at all. Surely, this man couldn't have heard his heartbeat.
Clark laughed. "Didn't think it through? Damn straight." He let the man down, then lightly gave him a tap on the head, knocking him out. He saw the others getting agitated. "Don't shoot him. He has no evidence. Besides, a body will only complicate things. We have our own crews for this." They seemed to relent after that, the leader putting his money away in his pocket. Once they had left on their boats, Clark turned around, holding his phone as he prepared to send a message for a team to retrieve the.. annoyance.. that laid at his feet.