STRIKE #3

STRIKE #3

SATURDAY

*SPECTRE, dressed in a casual outfit with a satchel, leg vine and home made mask, looks down at the card then up at an old looking house, confused.*

SPECTRE: Is this the right place?

*BLURRY FACE appears behind them.*

BLURRY FACE: You get a card too?

*SPECTRE shows her the card.*

SPECTRE: Yeah, I did.

But I'm not sure this is the correct address...

BLURRY FACE: Of course it is.

The best place to hide is in plain sight.

*BLURRY FACE opens the door and walks in, so does SPECTRE.*

SPECTRE: Wow!

*Panel shows the inside of the old house is incredibly high tech and doesn't match the outside of the building.*

BLURRY FACE: Told ya!

CREAMPUFF: Oh, more people!

Is The Actor with you guys or are we going to have to wait a little longer?

SPECTRE: Oh wow! Creampuff! I've seen you on TV!

*CREAMPUFF stands up from the desk she was sitting on and walks over to join BLURRY FACE and SPECTRE.*

CREAMPUFF: Really? How was I? I'm not entirely used to being in front of a camera...

SPECTRE: You were, uh, are so cool!

CREAMPUFF: Aw, thanks!

*THE ACTOR and OBSIDIAN walk in.*

BLURRY FACE: Is that Obsidian!!?

Why's he here!!?

CREAMPUFF: Well, The Actor, here thought it would be a good idea to join forces with a villain.

THE ACTOR: Creampuff, that's enough.

They are here to help us find Guy, as are the rest of you.

CREAMPUFF: Fine, whatever, I still don't trust them.

SPECTRE: Um uh, sorry but...

...Do you have a plan to find him? Guy, I mean.

He may have been a very popular hero a year ago but not much is known about him.

BLURRY FACE: Yeah, I may have been watching from the shadows for all those years but even I barely know him.

THE ACTOR: Well...

...I don't exactly have a plan but...

*THE ACTOR pulls up a file on a large computer.*

THE ACTOR: This is Guy's file.

Everything he documented, every fight he fought, all his personal information, It's all here.

I thought we could find some sort of clue in here but I've been over it a million times and found nothing.

OBSIDIAN: Wait, are you telling me you went through all the trouble of getting us all here and you don't even have a plan? *Sarcastically* >tt< Some hero.

SPECTRE: Did you try checking the cities surveillance footage of the day he went missing?

THE ACTOR: Hm?

*SPECTRE walks over to the computer and pulls up the cities surveillance.*

SPECTRE: Now, when was he last seen?

THE ACTOR: I last had contact with him on his birthday.

BLURRY FACE: February 28!

THE ACTOR: Yes...

...How did you know that?

BLURRY FACE: Been studying heroes for a living, remember? I know all kinds of stuff about Guy, and you too!

CREAMPUFF: So, your a stalker?

OBSIDIAN: Creepy.

BLURRY FACE: I'm not a stalker!

And I wouldn't be talking, Obsidian. I know stuff all about you too!

OBSIDIAN: Wait, what!!?

*SPECTRE pulls up the surveillance of February 28th on the computer and points at the footage on the right hand corner.*

SPECTRE: Is that him?

THE ACTOR: Woah! You found him!

Nice work, Bug!

SPECTRE: Oh uh, could you call me Spectre?

It's more of a alias I've been working on...

THE ACTOR: Sure thing, Spectre.

BLURRY FACE: Oh! And y'all can call me Blurry Face!!

CREAMPUFF: And why's that?

BLURRY FACE: You'll see why, eventually.

SPECTRE: It looks like he ran into a bar. How old is he?

BLURRY FACE: 18, to young to be drinking.

CREAMPUFF: Stalker.

OBSIDIAN: Creepy.

THE ACTOR: And why is he in his uniform? He's retired.

SPECTRE: Maybe we should go to the bar and investigate.

THE ACTOR: Great idea, Spectre!

*SPECTRE smiles. OBSIDIAN takes a closer look at the computer screen*

OBSIDIAN: Nope, nine, nada, no can do.

THE ACTOR: Hm?

OBSIDIAN: That's The Tipsy Possum bar.

CREAMPUFF: So?

OBSIDIAN: That place is crawling with goons, villains and other *Quotation fingers* evil doers.

CREAMPUFF: Ok, and...?

OBSIDIAN: The criminal underworld here lives by a very strict code, if they find out I broke that code I'm dead.

And that's not me being funny, they'll probably kill me or worse.

CREAMPUFF: Fine with me.

THE ACTOR: Creampuff!

CREAMPUFF: What? Their probably lying to you so they can stay here and use your cool tech to do who knows what!

THE ACTOR: I doubt that.

Besides if anyone does try to attack you, they'll have to go through me!

OBSIDIAN: No offense, but I don't like those chances.

THAT NIGHT

*The team arrive in front of The Tipsy Possum bar.*

BLURRY FACE: Oh, looks like you were able to drag the edge lord here.

OBSIDIAN: Edge lord?

THE ACTOR: Remember, we are here for investigation and interrogation only.

No fights.

SPECTRE: Okie!!

CREAMPUFF: Fine.

*The team enter the bar and split up to individually investigate, OBSIDIAN notices some sketchy guys in the corner giving them dirty looks.*

OBSIDIAN: Shit.