Chapter 4: For Your Consideration

Commissioner Henry grumbled as he plopped down behind his desk. He was tired and only wanted this day to end. He had to give multiple recounts of what happened to the media, he had to contact the deceased families who had family members die in the fight. He had to contact the hospital to make sure the men that did not die, were taken good care of.

Picking up the phone for what seemed like the millionth time today, Henry dialed the sewer company. Running his hand through his graying hair, he scowled as he was put on hold. Cursing the sewer company's poor public policy, he slammed the phone back on the receiver. "I'll just call them later." He said watching the phone start to ring. "Probably the bank now," he said picking the phone up again, "Hello, this is Commissioner Henry." A very low voice spoke squirmed into Henry's ears. "Hello Commissioner, please meet me up on the roof." Henry blinked behind his glasses and asked, "Who is this?" The voice said simply, "A friend." With that the caller hung up.

Yawning Henry slowly got up from his desk, cautiously unbuckling the holster of his gun so he could easily pull it out. Walking up the stairs to the roof he gently pushed the door labeled "Roof Access". Looking around the roof Henry saw his caller. From all he could see the caller was a tall man, with disheveled black hair with strings of gray littered here and there in the blackness. The man was wearing a long dark brown overcoat with pockets all over the jacket.

Henry coughed to get the man's attention, turning to face him, his eyes hidden with thick sunglasses that reflected the sunlight into Henry's eyes. Using his hand to shield the glare from his eyes Henry said, "Hello there, I'm Commissioner-" The man interrupted Henry. "I know who you are, and I don't want you to know who I am. So shut the fuck up and listen to what I have to say." The man's voice was eerily quiet, but very harsh at the same time. Henry blinked taken aback by his sudden rudeness. The man continued. "Early this morning cops went into the bank and got slaughtered by super villains. The super villains got away and you are unaware of what happened." Henry cut in, "Actually we know a great deal. It was the Plaid Whip who murdered the cops and attempted to murder the unknown burglar-" The Man frowned and cut off Henry again, "You would like to think that. But this whole thing is a huge set up. Has this type of event ever happened before? Two super's ironically trying to knock over the same bank at the same time? No. Someone is pulling the strings, threading each of the villains together, Why? I don't know. Who? I don't know. Someone is using The Plaid Whip as a tool to eliminate the other villains, even the Whip himself does not suspect that he is just a mere pawn in this game."

Henry stared at the strange disheveled man and said, "You must be The Disheveled Creeper. We have never met before but I heard about you and your strange knack of capabilities. What makes you think that the villains are being played? And how can you explain the large hole in the bathroom floor that leads to the sewers?" The Creeper smirked and said, "Why did no heroes show up? Where was Robe Man? Captain Shoe Shine? Lady Veil? Off fighting crime elsewhere? I highly doubt it." Henry smirked and asked, "Where were you then? Don't start blaming other heroes if you can be put in the same basket." The Creeper chuckled and said, "Smart man," digging through his pockets he flung out some pictures. "These are from last night, I was at a strip club getting my lap dances on. You can go there and ask any of the performers if I was there. They will convince you. Now answer me this. Who was the first hero on the scene?"

Henry gazing at all the crazy pictures that the Creeper flung all around the roof, said without thinking, "It was Robe Man." Smiling to himself The Disheveled Creeper said, "Thanks Commissioner you will see me again." Henry looking up from the pictures saw that the hero was gone. "Where do they learn that?" Scratching his head he retreated back to his desk.

Landing gently on the ground The Disheveled Creeper silently pocketed his grapple gun. Mumbling to himself he walked down the street, "Robe Man huh? Well looks like I have a few questions to ask him." The Disheveled Creeper smiled and walked in the direction of the bank, hoping to find Robe Man's trail.

~To Be Continued~