Truthiness
Jan 23, 2015 22:47:26 GMT -6
Post by Gaunt on Jan 23, 2015 22:47:26 GMT -6
This whole thing had been a wash. It should have been a straightforward job, just taking some little whatsit from a private collection. The deposit had come through fine, the guy's finances had checked out, it should have been an open and shut burglary. Then the mark had raised a big fuss, and the Titans had started investigating. That, he could handle. Gaunt had been doing this long enough to not leave many traces behind. He'd brought the loot, and the client hadn't wanted to pay. Tried to spring a trap. Had some guys shoot him, so at least he'd gotten a laugh out of the whole thing.
Now Gaunt felt himself in quite a pickle. He was walking around with a fist-sized iron idol hidden only by a cardboard box, near the scene where he'd just taken chunks out of a warehouse fighting off some cheap goons. A rented warehouse, no less. He grumbled to himself, sending a quick text back to HQ. They'd have to scrub the financial records for this. Cops and heroes would be there soon, and then some awkward questions would follow. Sooner or later they'd find the connection if something wasn't done.
Speaking of heroes, he'd have to get a move on. They'd be canvassing the area soon, looking for the cause of the disturbance. Gaunt focused for a moment, trying to fade from sight. His image flickered, but didn't vanish like it usually did. He frowned, trying again. Same result. "What in the holy hell?" Now that he thought of it, he could feel something emanating from the box, messing with his head a bit. It hadn't been doing that before, how'd that get started? Well, he'd have to hope for the best. Maybe he could just walk home normally. Sure, lots of people profiled ugly supers, but maybe he could get through.
It seemed like the world was conspiring against him tonight. He heard a familiar set of footsteps ahead, heavy footfalls he'd heard once before. That dopey giant Titan who'd hassled him at the docks a while back. She hadn't trusted him then, but he'd bluffed his way through. He just hoped he could do it again. Gaunt kept on his poker face, walking steadily onwards toward the nearest tunnel entrance.
Now Gaunt felt himself in quite a pickle. He was walking around with a fist-sized iron idol hidden only by a cardboard box, near the scene where he'd just taken chunks out of a warehouse fighting off some cheap goons. A rented warehouse, no less. He grumbled to himself, sending a quick text back to HQ. They'd have to scrub the financial records for this. Cops and heroes would be there soon, and then some awkward questions would follow. Sooner or later they'd find the connection if something wasn't done.
Speaking of heroes, he'd have to get a move on. They'd be canvassing the area soon, looking for the cause of the disturbance. Gaunt focused for a moment, trying to fade from sight. His image flickered, but didn't vanish like it usually did. He frowned, trying again. Same result. "What in the holy hell?" Now that he thought of it, he could feel something emanating from the box, messing with his head a bit. It hadn't been doing that before, how'd that get started? Well, he'd have to hope for the best. Maybe he could just walk home normally. Sure, lots of people profiled ugly supers, but maybe he could get through.
It seemed like the world was conspiring against him tonight. He heard a familiar set of footsteps ahead, heavy footfalls he'd heard once before. That dopey giant Titan who'd hassled him at the docks a while back. She hadn't trusted him then, but he'd bluffed his way through. He just hoped he could do it again. Gaunt kept on his poker face, walking steadily onwards toward the nearest tunnel entrance.