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Issue #1"MURDER ONE" by Dino Pollard |
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The Windy City. One Week Later. Nothing has happened, yet. In a city like Chicago, I would have assumed that a private investigator would be in demand. It seems that I was wrong. Perhaps leaving the X-Men wasn't the best idea. Yet, with the loss of my powers,* and those hallucenations,** I didn't have much of a choice. ( *It happened back in X-Men Omega #18 **Bishop thought that his Witness sightings were a result of mental stress - he was wrong, since the Witness is currently hopping around in X-Men Omega - Dino ) It was simplicity to create a fake identity for myself. The X-Men's Shi'ar technology could easily provide me with credentials that no earthly agency would able to deduce as being fake. I had hoped that simply being a P.I. would allow me to root out some of the crime in this city. It seems that I'm going to need a bit more help, however. Shorty's. A simple bar many Chicago cops come to in the after-hours to enjoy a drink. Alcohol has a tendency to loosen tongues. And that is exactly what Bishop is hoping for. He immediately walked up to the bar, taking a seat in an empty stool. Beneath the trench coat he wore was some of the futuristic weaponary he used. "Well, you're the last person I expected to see here." Bishop's head turned to the source of the voice. It came from a shapely black waitress, who appeared to be in her 20s. Most men would find themselves attracted to such a gorgeous woman. Bishop, however, felt otherwise. The woman's name was Pamela Greenwood. She was a waitress at Harry's Hideaway in Westchester - near the Xavier Institute. She was also revealed to be Fatale, an assassin spying on Bishop for the Dark Beast.* ( *WAAAAAY back in X-Men #45 - Dino ) "Turn around," Bishop ordered, suddenly standing. "Are you okay...?" she asked. "Bishop, was it...?" "Turn. Around." Bishop reached inside his jacket and pulled out a small weapon. Pam's eyes grew wide with shock. "L-look... I don't know what you..." "Turn around and walk slowly out the door," Bishop ordered. He pressed the barrel of the small weapon against her. "Don't make me tell you again." "O-okay... just don't hurt me..." She slowly began walking towards the door with Bishop following. Once they were outside, he pressed the gun to her head. "How did you survive?" "What are you talking about?!" Pam asked. "Survive what?!" "Allerdyce killed you,"* Bishop replied.* "How did you survive?" ( *In X-Men Omega #12 - Dino ) "L-look, I don't know what you're talking about..." she stated. "But I just saw you and remembered you from Westchester. I was your waitress, remember?"* ( *In Uncanny X-Men #299 - Dino ) "You also revealed that you were an assassin sent to spy on me," Bishop said. "And, if necessary, kill me." "Please... I don't know what you're talking about..." Pam pleaded. "I've been living here for months. New York wasn't the place for me, so I moved back to my hometown." "Do you mean to tell me you don't remember the time I lashed out at you?" "No, I don't!!" she exclaimed, tears beginning to stream down her face. "Please... I only saw you that one time!!" Bishop grabbed her wrist. "Say that again." "I don't know what you're talking about!! I've only seen you once before!!" Her pulse rate didn't change... could she be telling the truth? "Please... don't hurt me...." Bishop kept the weapon against her skull for a few moments. Then, he slowly lowered it and placed it back in his coat. "I apologize." "Apologize...?" she asked. "APOLOGIZE?! You scare me half to death, point a gun at my head, and then you just say you 'apologize'?! Why shouldn't I go tell the cops about you right now?!" "Because you're still alive." "How do I know you're not just waiting to kill me at another time?" "If I wanted you dead, you wouldn't be standing so long." "Right..." she stated, slowly backing away, then running back inside the bar. Bishop sighed and ran a hand through his long, black hair. Detective Jack Reiger kneeled down to look at the body lying in a pool of blood. "So Detective, what do you think?" "I think he's dead," Reiger replied. "Ya don't say," the beat cop standing over him stated. "No wonder you made detective." Reiger pulled on the white, latex glove he was given and ran a finger across the wounds on the victim's chest. "Looks like a knife of some sort," he noted. "The wounds are clean, though. Usually, the killer gets lost in the rush of the moment and performs short, jagged cuts. That's not the case here. This fucker took his time." Reiger stood and pulled the glove off. He turned to the beat cop. "Any suspects?" "We've got a witness who says that he saw a guy in a suit walk into the alley and walk out not too long after," the cop replied. "Some kids who were dicking around found the body and reported it." "Have him talk to a sketch artist and circulate the description," Reiger ordered. "I want this asshole off the streets as soon as possible." David Wheatley didn't know what he was doing here. He wasn't used to the night club atmosphere. But, some of his friends convinced him that Chicago's Alumni club was the place to be - especially if you wanted to meet some of the hottest women in the city. He had to admit, though, despite the fact that beautiful women were all around him, it was a bit intimidating. He knew if he just mustered up enough strength, he could probably get together with one of them. He was about to give up and head home when he felt a slender hand on his shoulder. "Leaving so soon?" He turned to see a young woman standing there, with long, blonde hair and piercing blue eyes in a dress that hugged her curves and wouldn't let go. "Pardon?" "I saw you sitting over here, thought I'd come over and talk to you," the woman replied. "I'm glad you did," David said. "My name's David." "Nice to meet you, David," she replied. "What do you say we get out of here?" "I'd like that very much," David said with a grin. "By the way, what's your name?" "Oh, my name doesn't matter..." she replied as she led him out into the parking lot. He was slightly ahead of her, and once they were out of sight, she reached into her purse and pulled out a knife. "Now come here... I've got a surprise for you..."
NEXT ISSUE: More suspense and crime action as "Murder One" continues!!
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I admit it... I am shocked. -Dino Pollard |