Dark Knight (closed)

"Hi, Pops! I just landed in New Orleans. I need to go check in the hotel and then I'm going exploring." said Elise, excited to finally visit NOLA. A city of music, history, voodoo and unique mix of cultures. Walking out of the airport, a wet heat enveloped her and she could feel herself break out in a sweat. She forgot how hot and sticky everything was in the south. Even though it was around 10pm, there was a bustle of activity at the airport.

"Glad you're finally taking a break, baby girl. You deserve to take a moment for yourself." said Grandpa Charlie. The man was more than twice Elise's age but he was a sturdy rock of a man with craggy features and a deep voice. She loved him to bits. He was the only family she had. After her parents died, it was Pops that arrived from across the country to pick her up, hold her close and take her into a new home. He was a strict man but one who believed in her and encouraged her to believe in herself.

"I'll bombard you with all the photos I'm going to take! Force you to learn how to use the phone I got you for Christmas. Oh! I gotta go, Pops. Love ya!" Elise waved down a taxi and hustled over with her black carry-on. The charming driver kept up a lively conversation with Elise and told her about local hot spots for her to check out during her stay. His Nawlin' accent was an interesting mix of Southern and Islander. She could listen to him all day!

"Now ya have yarself a good ole time here, miss! It was a pleasure to meet ya." said the taxi driver in parting. The driver's dark eyes watched her as she left. The petite brunette's hair was caught up in a ponytail that swayed with each movement. She smiled as she waved goodbye at the driver, grabbed the carry-on by the handle and went inside. He sent a text and then made a call.

Elise found a great place to rent on Air B&B for her mini-vacation from school. It was a charming one bedroom apartment on the second floor of an old building in the French Quarter. Elise went up to the apartment and entered the key code.

"Huh. This is totally handy. I should get one of these." Instead of a normal key lock, the wooden door had a numeric key lock. The owner of the apartment given her the house rules and how to access it. The miracles of the internet! They didn't even need to meet. The lock light turned green and she heard a soft click. Elise turned the knob and entered the apartment.

Someone grabbed her from behind as soon as she entered the apartment. A damp cloth with a sharp scent was forced over her nose and mouth. Her screams were muffled jumble of inarticulate cries and she tried to fight but it was no use. The edges of her vision was darkening oddly and she felt her self losing consciousness. Vainly, she tried to fight her attacker as fear consumed her.


"Look at her. She's fucking perfect! She looks better in person than she did online. Who knew she was hiding this body under those baggy clothes." The man and woman stripped Elise, placed her in the middle of the king sized bed and tied her up with leather adjustable cuffs that locked. The cuffs were attached to chains that were bolted to floor at the head and foot of the bed. There was enough length to the chains for her to move around on the bed but not enough to get off it. "Boss man has a thing for brunette white chicks. He's going to fucking love this one. You want to bet how long he'll keep her before he turns her over to the club?"

The rough man fondled her large breasts, squeezing the firm globes and smirking when the reddish nipples tightened. The woman scowled at him and smacked his hands. "Hands off you fucking idiot. You know you can't do that until the Boss puts her in the club. She's a prize. A virgin. It's hard enough finding these girls for him and he's been looking forward to this one for months. She loaded on the cocktail? He wants her hot and ready for him. He'll be here soon."

He snickered and pushed his finger inside the unconscious girl's virgin hole. "Yeah, I dosed her. She's fucking wet already. Shit, I can't wait to stick my dick into this cunt. She's fucking tight."

The woman shoved the man away from the bed and cursed him out as she pushed him out of the dark bedroom.

It was five in the morning when Danny walked outside in his typical attire made up of boots, tan work pants, and black hooded sweat shirt. His piercing blue eyes looked down the alley and he felt the morning missed on his blond buzz cut hair. Several stray cats wondered out to greet him as he put down bowls filled with chicken and gravy. The animals happily gobbled the food down, and he smiled. He'd never been allowed pets as a child and the guard dogs around the compound weren't friendly. For him now was about savoring the little things.

New Orleans was a city that was home to millions, and all kinds of people fit in there regardless of their background or how they lived their life. Most people didn't judge their peers as long as they didn't bother anyone and wanted to have a good time. One new arrival to the city seemed to go out of his way to be discrete and volunteered little about himself. His name was Danny, and the most people could say little about him was that he was a polite 30 something very fit white male. In a city where someone could make as much noise as they wanted he quietly went about his business.

The fact was Danny knew he couldn't talk about his life or what he did for a living. Most wouldn't believe it, but he didn't want to call attention to himself. He was a test tube baby, a clone of five ruthless killers, and all his adult life he'd spent as an assassin. He'd grown up on the grounds of a old cold war military base that was occupied by some shadowy forces in Romania. They trained killers in the beginning, but once the science was complete they began breeding them.

He was left with horrible nightmares of a childhood filled with medical experiments and brutal training. He'd never really been out in the world accept to hunt down targets or go to war. He was sure Europe, China, and the United States were beautiful places he just never really had time to enjoy them. He planned to leave the life, but for now though he had to take the agency's calls. The money was still good and he was still at the top of his game.

He was trying to work violence out of his life, but even after dealing with the three assignments in the area including stopping the assassination attempt he still found himself sucked into the murdering craft he knew all to well. Problem was violence worked entirely to well when it came to solving problems. He had no patients for evil, and had trouble understanding why people tolerated it.

The fact was he couldn't change who he was, but he didn't have accept his destiny. His current lodging was thanks to his skills, so he could complain to much. Southland Auto Body Shop owned by Joseph Clarence from the outside looked like your typical run down shop you'd find in any city. Inside though the walls concealed the cocaine processing facility of the late pimp and enforcer Scoop.

Well it did until a few weeks back when Danny scouted out the yard and began killing off the gang members silently. These gangbangers had no idea who they were messing with and those thugs spent their last moments in complete terror. Scoop put up a fight, but he died like the rest. Despite the liability Danny had let the whores go who'd been processing the cocaine and servicing the thugs. Those women were to terrified to talk anyway. He had no problem killing Mr. Clarence who profited from drug money.

He'd kept the weapons and money, but the drugs and the bodies went into the river. The gang had been torturing their sleaze bag defense attorney, and after dawning a hockey mask and making it very clear what was being done to him would seem like a massage compared to what he could do the lawyer was very helpful. The business was in Clarence's niece's name, so it was easy to transfer the body shop to a holding company. The niece didn't care much and asked even fewer questions now that she had money for a new trailer and breast implants.

For Danny it was a time for him to build and live a little. He had so many skills it would be nice to apply them to things other then killing. He began clean up the yard which consisted of a double garage with office space, small warehouse, and an old barn. He knew he couldn't stay forever though, and among the beat up trucks and carts there was a sailboat. In time he'd have it up and running, and he'd spend sometime on the water.

He began cleaning the place thoroughly and had even gotten a helper. Otis Cook was a local handy man with an interesting history. A a skilled tradesmen who was a Vietnam veteran, a Black Panther, and a drunk. Most people in the neighborhood humored the old man who was a happy drunk, but Danny couldn't put up with it for more then a day. He put the man through rehab hell, but in the end he knew he'd saved the man's life and had a real friend.

Most of the time Otis would go around in an old pickup truck buying whatever Danny needs and then went back to the yard. Today though Otis asked for a day off to visit his mother on her birthday and wanted to show her that he was clean. Not having family Danny agreed, and decided to take care of some business on his own.

He locked the front gate and began walking the two blocks to Martha's Bakery. Otis had brought him a variety of cakes and breads from there, so for once Danny was going to be like everyone else. He was going out to have breakfast. Sure he was bring his weapons with him, but that was just good sense. He might even talk to someone he thought before laughing.


Martha herself was there seeing to the regular clients with her family. The friendly woman was happy to meet the man Otis called boss and said was a good man. He didn't talk much, but when you were around friendly people it was hard not to be nice. So rather then his cold demeanor few came in contact he tried to be friendly. He put in a large order for several days of food as well as bread and rolls. While it was being filled he said he was going for a jog in the nearby park.

He did one lap easily passing most on the path before sprinting half of it again before stopping and looking about. He saw what he was looking for discretely placed near several dumpsters.

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After a quick search he found the attaché case stuffed in a beat-up backpack. The dead drop had already been arranged also inside was a throw away cellphone, some currency and an Agency Tanto Knife. This type of knife was the first weapon he ever used on a human subject. Treated with a black anodized coating for corrosion resistance and a non-reflective appearance, this knife is designed for function, not show.

He checked it and then slung it around his shoulder and discretely headed out of the park. Not surprisingly he heard a police officer and maintenance worker talking about how the cameras went offline a few hours ago after the garbage was picked up in the early morning hours. Seemed the agency had a few local operatives on the payroll. He'd read the files later when he got home. Now he had to have breakfast and pickup his order.