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 Subject: Silver Aegis # 13 “The Tomb of the Ü-Wolf!”
Posted Sat Sep 05, 2009 at 11:04:59 am EDT (Viewed 15 times)

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Silver Aegis # 13 “The Tomb of the Ü-Wolf!”



It was not until Augustus Waddell and his entourage were safely ensconced in his limousine that he let the true depths of his outrage be known. His cheeks puffed and flushed, his beady eyes watered, and he began to scuffle his feet on the carpet floor, all the while muttering unintelligibly to himself.

“Augie, what’s wrong?” one of his arm candies consoled.

The question stopped his tirade, albeit just for a moment, “Get them out of here.”

“But, Augie-“

“To the curb with you woman!”

The young ladies were shepherded out by the stoic Toa. This allowed the Kiwi to express himself freely.

“Raaawk!” he vaulted to the other side of the limo, pinning Ronald Chaney III to his seat, who made the prudent decision not to object.

“You said getting rid of the gypsies wouldn’t be a problem,” Kiwi recalled, breathing heavily, “A minor inconvenience. Well, having a Pulitzer Prize winning reporter and a SUPERHERO snooping around is a big problem, Ronald.”

“Superhero? Landon said that man was just a nosy SPUD agent,” the scion of Chaney Shores said in reply.

“He’s the Silver Aegis! This will be the second time that patriotic pretty boy has interfered in my business,” Waddell rolled off Chaney and beat the car cushions with a flurry of punches. The older gentleman was aghast. Kiwi’s lieutenants, used to such tantrums, seemed to take it in stride.

“So, what’s next, boss? We drop out of the deal?” Nestor “Ice pick” Cusimano asked.

“Grease the hero and the dame?” “Nine Toes” Danny Lupone offered.

“Here’s Nicole, boss,” Arturo “Prime” Ribise held up a wire cage in which a tiny brown bird fidgeted.

Kiwi halted his assault on the limousine’s plush interior. He carefully opened the cage and, whistling, coaxed the bush wren into his hand.

“I have too much invested in this plan to back out now,” Waddell said as he settled into his seat, “Which means both of them have to go.”

“A’u,” the Mighty Toa jammed his thumb into his own broad chest.

Augustus stroked Nicole thoughtfully, “I’m sure you could, old friend, but this cannot be traced back to me. We’re going to have to seek out an outside contractor.”

“How about HERPES, boss? Those Fokker twins have a serious mad on for the guy.”

“Fascists are too indiscreet; it’s the curse of having such an absolute weltanschauung,” the diminutive gangster looked to Chaney to see if his vocabulary or insight made an impression on the more urbane gentleman. He was disappointed, “No, we need a true professional for this. Arturo, I want you to set up a meeting with our friend in Manga Town.”

“Got it. What’s the offer?”

“Five hundred thousand for Silver Aegis and Josie Hart,” Kiwi pulled a worm from his pocket and fed it to the wren, “a small price to pay for paradise, isn’t it? *snee snee snee*”

*****


It was morning in Chaney Shores, and three very different people were meeting for breakfast outside one of the town’s many dining establishments, each using disparate methods to find the same truth.

The robust, rangy man with the prematurely grey hair poring over a set of nautical charts was Silver Aegis, the personification of patriotism.

The willowy brunette wearing $500 sunglasses hunched over her whisper weight laptop was Josie Hart, features writer for the Parodiopolis Times Picayune.

The sonsy lass with the olive skin staring at the dregs of her tea cup was Desmerelda Stavrosos, princess and shuvani to her people.

“All right,” Silver Aegis put down the drafting compass and tapped the mark on the map he had made with it, “the coordinates Desi gave place the Ü-Wolf here, at the southeast edge of a coral reef, about two miles off shore.”

“That would be Nightmare Reef, a nasty stretch of subterranean real estate with a history of shipwrecks and paranormal activity. So, an appropriate burial site for a Nazi werewolf,” Josie exposited further.

“It’s not there,” Desmerelda said softly, almost absently, “the curse could not have ended that way.”

“Well, you’re the one who came up with the pertinent whys and wherefores on how Ü-Wolf died, kiddo. I don’t quite understand home come your doubting them.”

“Miss Hart, why do you keep calling me ‘kiddo’ when we are practically the same age?” the Romany woman asked, “are you trying to belittle me?”

The reporter was taken aback by Desi’s directness, “Heh. I think your ciphering is a bit off there.”

“You’re twenty eight. I am twenty six.”

“Wow. You are the ideal attestation for clean, humble living then, ki- Miss Stavrosos,” Josie slid down her glasses so she could look her straight in the eye, “Here’s a question for you: you called Scott last night and told us about your trip to the museum, right? How did you get there?”

“I walked to Chaney Shores. There’s a short cut through the forest,” Desmerelda answered somewhat unconvincingly, choosing not to match gazes with Josie but instead turned to a bemused Aegis.

“A shortcut that would let you beat us to town, or at least keep pace, even though we left earlier and came by horse and buggy,” Hart reached over and plucked at the gypsy’s long skirt, revealing her smooth, shapely calf, “a trek that left your gams and feet no worse for wear.”

“I was careful.”

“Really? Tramping through the woods so close to sundown when there’s supposedly a monster that’s hunting your family lurking about is being careful now, is it?”

Desmerelda’s face darkened. She reached into her pocket and produced a tied bunch of purple flowers, “Wolfsbane. It is protection.”

“That little sprig of potpourri is enough to keep away the big, bad wolf? Then what do you need us for?” was Josie’s teasing comeback.

“I do not recall ever saying we needed you at all.”

“Our next obvious step,” Scott rolled up the maps and stood, “is to find a boat to take us out to the reef. Then see if there’s a place where I can rent scuba gear to go down and look for Ü-Wolf’s remains.”

“Just you? I happen to be a certified rescue diver.”

“You should not constantly bring up your credentials and accomplishments,” Desmerelda suggested casually, “it makes others think you lack self-esteem.”

Josie gave the woman her longest, hardest stare, “On second thought, it might be better if I stayed topside, to keep an eye on things there.”

“Fine, fine,” Silver Aegis tapped the tube of charts against his leg, “then it’s settled. We find a place where we can book passage.”

“And while you’re doing that I can pick up something to wear for the trip,” Josie got up from her chair, “I didn’t expect this story would require me to but on a bathing suit.”

“I, too, will need to buy a swimsuit,” Desmerelda stated.

The Argent Avenger noticed that both women looked at him expectantly.

“I’m on vacation,” he shrugged, “I already have trunks.”

*****


Arturo “Prime” Ribise hated the blindfold, but understood its purpose. Aotako was one of the world’s most notorious assassins, and long was the list of people he had offended. Still it was galling for a made man to be led around like a child.

His escort brought him into a room and spoke in Japanese. A second voice gave a short reply. The blindfold was removed and the servant, an old man in robes, walked away.

Ribise was in a spacious apartment with no windows. Gilded rosewood furniture dominated the room. The only modern accoutrements besides the lighting were a large and apparently empty aquarium resting atop a lowboy, and a massage table, which was decidedly occupied.

“Hey there,” Arturo introduced himself to the blonde lounging on her stomach, “I’m guessing you ain’t Aotako.”

The woman turned her neck slowly and gave the gangster a pained glance.

“She is not,” a voice from behind one of the room’s shoji screens confirmed. The man who stepped out was of average height and wiry build. His face was concealed by a blue tenugui mask, but otherwise he was dressed casually in a polo and khakis. He carried a thin paintbrush and a small bowl, both of which he brought to a stand by the woman, where other similar basins already rested, each one filled with a different color liquid.

“Sorry to interrupt your hobby time,” Ribise smiled.

Aotako dabbed his brush into the bowl he had just brought out and continued to paint on the woman’s back, “You are not interrupting. Please continue. You can trust her not to talk.”

“Right. OK. Our mutual friend is having a problem and to solve it he needs your expertise.”

“Who does Kiwi want me to kill?”

“Hey!” Arturo protested, “What’s with the names? You’re supposed to be some kind of professional!”

“Still worried about her? Don’t be,” Aotako set down his instrument and pulled off the latex gloves he wore, “The paints contain a powerful contact poison of my own design. Her voluntary nervous system has already been paralyzed. Soon the autonomous will follow. Then she will be dead.”

“Uh, what?” Ribise finally took a good look at the woman’s face. It was placid with the notable exception of her eyes, which were dilated with fear. A tiny bubble of saliva popped out from her half-parted lips.

Her poisoner went over to the aquarium and opened a cabinet underneath, “The experience is quite painful, but I assure you, what her masters in El’bar had in store for me was far worse.”

Producing a bucket and a thick rubber mitt, Aotako slid on the latter. He fished around the pail and pulled out a large crab, which was dropped into the tank. It furiously worked its rear paddle legs in an attempt to halt its descent, as if even the creature, with its primitive brain, could sense the danger that awaited it at the bottom.

From a crevice uncoiled a pair of long tentacles. They wavered for a moment, then shot towards the crab. More ropy limbs followed, roiling through the water, clutching, tearing. The main mass of the octopus squirted out from the hole and enshrouded its prey, dragging it to the bottom of the tank and where, using its powerful jaws and arms, it tore the crustacean to pieces.

“What do you think? Did I capture its essence?” Aotako asked his guest, not even bothering to turn away from the carnage.

Ribise looked from the aquarium to the picture on the woman’s back. The likeness was there, “Kiwi wants you to take out Silver Aegis and a reporter named Josie Hart.”

“Silver Aegis? I don’t know that one.”

“He’s the discount Mr. Epitome that works for the feds now,” Ribise explained quickly. He was eager free himself from this ghoul’s company as soon as possible. He held up the slim briefcase he carried, “I got their details in here. But the job is 500K, and has to look like an accident.”

“Of course. Aotako never leaves any fingerprints,” the assassin chuckled at his little joke before dropping another crab into the tank, “tell your fat little boss they are as good as dead.”


Next: Boat Trip!





Anime Jason 

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 Subject: Never trust anyone who uses a blindfold. [Re: Silver Aegis]
Posted Sat Sep 05, 2009 at 01:53:51 pm EDT (Viewed 439 times)


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I wonder how many times people have tried to kill Silver Aegis? The threat of it might not mean much to him.

And I have a strong suspicion about Desmerelda, but I'm afraid to say what it is, and look stupid.  :)

By the way, Keiko Takashi says:  

Half a million for a job like that is a joke; And never trust a psychotic assassin - they are unprofessional, and will turn on you if things don't go to plan.






Silver Aegis


 Subject: You have to trust Lady Justice, friend! Otherwise where would we be as a society? [Re: Anime Jason]
Posted Sat Sep 05, 2009 at 03:21:48 pm EDT (Viewed 5 times)

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    I wonder how many times people have tried to kill Silver Aegis? The threat of it might not mean much to him.


Yes, but the threat only has to pay off once.


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    And I have a strong suspicion about Desmerelda, but I'm afraid to say what it is, and look stupid.  :)


Feel free to state your theory. The story is supposed to be a mystery after all, and so far nobody has made a guess as to what's really going on.


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    By the way, Keiko Takashi says:  



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    Half a million for a job like that is a joke; And never trust a psychotic assassin - they are unprofessional, and will turn on you if things don't go to plan.



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Keiko is one to talk when it comes to mental health. She clearly has some codependence issues that need to be worked out, last time I checked.






Anime Jason 

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 Subject: I always liked the Statue of Liberty better. [Re: Silver Aegis]
Posted Sat Sep 05, 2009 at 04:44:51 pm EDT (Viewed 416 times)


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    Yes, but the threat only has to pay off once.


More if you're in the Parodyverse.



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    Feel free to state your theory. The story is supposed to be a mystery after all, and so far nobody has made a guess as to what's really going on.


I think Desmerelda is either the U-Wolf or was already killed by it decades ago.



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    Keiko is one to talk when it comes to mental health. She clearly has some codependence issues that need to be worked out, last time I checked.


She's been lonely for a long time. Even so, a codependent killer is far less dangerous than a psychotic one. Like she sometimes says, a psychotic killer can turn on you without warning.

Those are the kind of killers that, when they fail to make it look like an accident, they kill the employer for being angry about it too.

Oh and while I haven't mentioned it specifically, Keiko would have been paid that much just for the reporter. Silver Aegis is high profile, and would require three times as much. She also gets paid a deposit, and gets to keep that if she has to abort the job, decides its too risky, or simply can't justify it.

Then again, she's also a different class of assassin. She would do high-profile work for very rich and powerful people, not usually low-profile gang assassinations. She also does very clean work, and relies on very simple methods.






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 Subject: That's some of the more chilling artwork I've seen in some time. [Re: Silver Aegis]
Posted Sat Sep 05, 2009 at 07:22:16 pm EDT (Viewed 358 times)

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killer shrike


 Subject: It has been a while since Liefeld's had work, isn't it? [Re: CrazySugarFreakBoy!]
Posted Sat Sep 05, 2009 at 08:18:18 pm EDT (Viewed 2 times)

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killer shrike


 Subject: That French hussy... [Re: Anime Jason]
Posted Sat Sep 05, 2009 at 08:20:39 pm EDT (Viewed 6 times)

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    I think Desmerelda is either the U-Wolf or was already killed by it decades ago.


Those would be interesting twists, wouldn't they?






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 Subject: With his physique, the Kiwi should really watch his blood pressure. [Re: Silver Aegis]
Posted Sat Sep 05, 2009 at 09:32:11 pm EDT (Viewed 430 times)

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A great collection of scenes and characters this chapter. My favorite was the interplay between the three heroes of the story. Aegis certainly has a finely honed sense of when to stay out of a conflict...

You've always had a flair for villain characters, and the pair that bookend this chapter are no exceptions. I enjoyed the Kiwi's tantrum, and it contrasts nicely with the chilling assassin Aotako.

Plus, swimsuits all around next chapter! What more could a reader ask for?




HH


 Subject: An excellent episode containing everything but a Tomb of the U-Wolf. [Re: Silver Aegis]
Posted Sun Sep 06, 2009 at 08:04:40 am EDT (Viewed 1 times)

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As I read this episode I was struck by how well-written the prose was. Pacing, description, syntax all served a great imagination offering a very polished bit of work. Well done.




killer shrike


 Subject: And actual superheroing [Re: HH]
Posted Sun Sep 06, 2009 at 01:48:24 pm EDT (Viewed 2 times)

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Thanks for the kind words.




killer shrike


 Subject: Sometimes its better to let those emotions out [Re: Visionary]
Posted Sun Sep 06, 2009 at 01:55:53 pm EDT (Viewed 2 times)

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    A great collection of scenes and characters this chapter. My favorite was the interplay between the three heroes of the story. Aegis certainly has a finely honed sense of when to stay out of a conflict...


He's no dummy.



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    You've always had a flair for villain characters, and the pair that bookend this chapter are no exceptions. I enjoyed the Kiwi's tantrum, and it contrasts nicely with the chilling assassin Aotako.


I almost scrapped the last scene because it was too grim and also it repeats a lot of stuff in the Kiwi scene, right down to the exotic pet.


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    Plus, swimsuits all around next chapter! What more could a reader ask for?


An action sequence or two would be nice. And at some point I need to get Silver Aegis in his super suit. Its been like 8 chapters.







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