WHO: Kai Whistler (and open if anybody would like to join him) WHEN: Monday evening WHERE: The docks in NY Harbor WHAT: Kai's going after another drug kingpin. WARNINGS: TBD. At least some violence and language.
Malcolm McDowell. Kai had been chasing this man down for the better part of a year, determined to get this piece of garbage off of his streets. The other drug traffickers, the leaders, they'd been easy to find, and the police had been all for taking them down because they fit the stereotype so many people had in their minds when it came to any type of trafficking in the city of New York. They were people of color, and the police latched onto that like nobody's business. It was becoming increasingly evident that they weren't going to do anything about white business-man Malcolm McDowell, and it was up to Kai to get this garbage off the street.
He finally found him, the man himself and not just his henchmen, on the docks in New York Harbor. They were crowded around the hull of a cargo ship, several of the men unloading large barrels that were unmarked and appeared to be heavy. Kai crouched down on the roof of one of the warehouses, his identity hidden by the shadows and the Arrow costume he'd inherited with his reincarnate. He couldn't tell what was in the barrels yet, and Kai didn't like jumping into things without knowing what he was dealing with.
He nocked an arrow, one with a gadget at the end that transmitted audio picked up to the ear piece he was currently wearing, and sent it flying so that it embedded in a pole nearby. It wasn't close enough for the men to notice, but Kai could pick up what they were saying with clarity.
"Careful with those!" McDowell hissed at one of the men. "The value goes down if you bruise them!"
Kai frowned and adjusted his stance so that he could see them from a better angle, but it still gave him no clue as to what was in the barrels. Whatever it was was precious and fragile cargo, and McDowell reacted to another one being handled carelessly with the typical grace of a man with too much power and not enough restraint. He aimed his gun and shot one of the expendable lackeys in the head.
"Toss him in the water, and get the rest of those damn barrels! Jacobs, start pulling the girls out. We need them transported cross-country by morning."
Girls. Kai's jaw set as he realized what was in the barrel. McDowell had moved up from drugs to girls, which made this whole scenario a little more tricky. Now there were innocents he had to avoid hurting while he took out the thugs. It was never simple. Quickly, he nocked three arrows at once and aimed, letting the arrows fly into the backs of the three henchmen closest to him. That should be enough of a clue to the rest of the men that they were no longer alone.