Every city has a bad part of town. Its the part of town that is invariably the poorest and most rundown. The roads are in terrible condition, buildings everywhere decay and lie abandoned, its the perfect place for someone who doesn't want to be found by the police to set up shop. Someone like Grayson Myers who up until a month ago had run a very successful human trafficking ring in an old condemned warehouse in the Alum Rock area of San Jose. That all changed when Brian, rained on his parade. Now it was all Grayson could do to keep his clients from hanging up on him. They were nervous and they had good reason to be. Brian's heroics had given Grayson's activities far too much attention from the police and he no choice but to lay low for a while. However, when a dishonest man's income source is cut off his lifestyle only allows that he stay unemployed for so long and now that Grayson was dangerously close to being broke he had gathered up his former crew to begin anew. Unfortunately for Grayson the heat had not cooled down sufficiently for most of his clients and none of them wanted to do business with him anymore. Therefore he was now stuck with eight girls all aged eight to fifteen and it was only a matter of time before missing persons came to call. Unless of course, someone else beat them to it.
"Hey Joe, give me a smoke." Garrett yelled at the lookout across from him.
"Dammit Garrett, you need to quit. You're gonna die of lung cancer at the rate you inhale these things." Joe griped as he pulled out his pack of cigarettes. Garrett walked along the catwalk overlooking the street below to the other lookout post.
"Yeah well who wants to live... OOMPPHHH!" A black figure sailed into Garrett knocking him off the catwalk and then jumped onto the roof behind him out of sight.
"Oh crap!" Joe shouted and pointed his sub machine gun at the point he last saw the figure. The roof was pitched away from the moon so everything on it was shrouded in darkness. he couldn't see anything moving and decided to radio his boss that they had company. As soon as he pulled out his radio though he heard something very faint. Something that sounded like a flutter. he looked up towards the sound just in time to see the frisbee hit him square in the eye. This wasn't some sporting goods store frisbee though, this one had a considerable amount of weight and hit Joe so hard in the forehead he was rendered unconscious instantly. The black figure retrieved the frisbee, unloaded the sub machine guns from both lookouts, tossed the magazines in directions unknown and proceeded to search the rooftop for a way in.
The two guards inside walking the floor were simply two more of Grayson Myer's grunts so Brian's job was pretty easy. He would have been able to handle this crew with his old gear but this time Brian had an arsenal of Waynetech gadgets backing him up. Neither guard looked worried which only worked even more in Brian's favor.
Slipping through a broken window in the roof Brian climbed down the building on the far side doing his best not to make any sound. At least not until he wanted to. In order for his plan to work he needed both guards to be separated and the best way to do that was to raise the alarm. If he was quick enough he alert both guards and take them out before they could call home. If his guess was right as soon as they suspected an intruder one of them would start to search while the other would call back home. Brian would have to take that guard out first. Timing was going to be critical, he had to make sure neither guard alerted Grayson Myers or this plan was a failure no matter what happened next.
"Brian. Brian can you hear me?" Jeanie's voice suddenly cackled life in Brian's ear.
"Dammit, Jeanie! How the hell did you get this frequency?" Brian froze in place and kept an eye on the guard's position. neither of them could hear the radio call it seemed because neither of them made any kind of response.
"Never mind, I just got word that Grayson Myers is on his way. He's going to take the girls, all eight of them to another location." Jeanie sounded worried.
"Are the cops moving in? Did he get a buyer?" Brian asked her.
"Does it matter? He's on his way. He'll be there any minute! You have to get those girls out now!" Jeanie shouted.
"Okay, okay chill out. I've got this." Having to rush this was not part of Brian's plan but plans change. He was just going to have to trust his body armor and move as swift as he could. Brian snuck up as close to guards as he dared and waited until they were as close together as patience would allow. He maneuvered around the guards until they were almost in line and ran full tilt at one guard pulling out one of his frisbees. The guards spotted him and spun around but it was too late. Brian jumped kicking one guard square in the chest and riding his body as it fell flinging the frisbee at the second guard's shinbone. At this distance the weapon wouldn't generate the necessary kinetic energy to cause a real injury but it would hurt plenty hard when it struck a spot as sensitive as that. When the guard he jumped on hit the floor Brian punched his head sandwiching it between his fist and the concrete floor knocking the guard out instantly. he then charged the remaining guard who was limping back to his feet and fumbling with the shotgun in his hands. Brian pulled out his baton and knocked the shotgun away before kneeing the guard in the crotch and swing the baton down on the upper part of the arm holding the gun. The guard screamed and dropped the gun and tried to back away bring Brian grabbed him by the collar and slammed him into a shipping container.
"Where are the keys?" Brian shouted through his voice modulator.
"Screw you! I give those up I'm dead." he spit in Brian's mask. Brian shoved his baton into the guard's throat.
"Dead people are easy to search." he warned. The guard's eyes went wide and then he fumbled around in his pocket and handed Brian the keys with his uninjured arm.
"Who the hell are you?" he asked Brian. Brian grabbed his hair and slammed his head into the steel wall of the container.
"I'm Techbat."