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| HOT PURSUIT
VOL 2 EPISODE 3
Strike plans get up and go out and buy a police scanner. For a few days, he will watch the news and listen to it to see if many stories are told about Corona and then see if he tends to appear in one section of town more than others. If so, the will get up early and go to NYC and to that neighborhood, then hang out with his police scanner and if her hears or sees Corona, confront him.
Strike will hit the pawn shops in the neighborhood, asking them to hold one for him if they get it. He will spend a couple hours every other day or so looking for a scanner.
Within the first 5 days, he hears about another suspicious fire in New York City. The media is pinning it on Corona again, although there are admittedly no witnesses to the incident. A furniture store in Chinatown. Strike makes a note in a notebook about the location of the fire. Six days go by and still no luck on a scanner he can afford. The media reports on another fire in Chinatown at a store that specializes in Chinese goods. The media also reports that these fires have similarities to the New Orleans fires and pinning them on Corona but no witnesses have come forth.
The next morning Strike leave for Chinatown taking the subway from Gotham. Strike spends the morning wandering around getting a feel for the area around Chinatown so he wont get lost. Strike decides lunch is in order and stops in the Jade Peacock. On his way in he bumps into 5 teens on their way out. They give him dirty looks and says "Sorry...” on his way in. They mumble something in Chinese and head out of the building. Strike note that one of the isn't wearing a shirt but forgets about it and waits to be seated.
A sweet looking green eyed woman possibly in her late 30s greets him and takes him to a table. Hands him a menu and leaves giving him time to look over the menu. He orders something quick and simple enjoys the food and pays then leaves.
Strike heads into Chinatown heading towards the building that was last on fire. Walking up the street he stops a few passers by asking for directions acting like the typical tourist. On the streets vendors have set up shop selling "gold” watches for $5 and "Genuine” Louis Vitton handbags and CK jeans for $25. he thinks to himself Ooohh.. maybe Ginny might like one of those "LV" handbags.. Hmmm.. maybe get mama something... nah... better not make them question what I was doing here..but continues along stopping once in a while to look over the goods.
Upon reaching the street of the building that was on fire he notices the building isnt boarded up but the police tape is still up around it. Strike looks around and not seeing anyone begins to search for anything that would lead him to Corona. Not knowing what he is looking for finds boxes and cans of burnt goods, Chinese goods.
"Well this is a bust may as well head into Chinatown's heart.” and he heads into Chinatown.
Farther up the block he passes a man reading a newspaper as they both pass a shop selling traditional herbal medicines and notices the same group of punks the came out of the Jade Peacock running towards Strike. Strikes first reaction is that they are going to mug this man and braces for them to come after him. The punks run into an antique store called WONG FONG, just behind the man.
Strike gets a closer look at these guys. They were all Chinese. 3 wear the same colored brown jacket. The other wears a purple jacket, and the shirtless guy, older than what he originally thought. Whereas the rest of them seemed like teenagers, the older guy looks like he's in his mid to late 20's. They all look pretty tough. The shirtless guy has a lot of tattoos, and the ones with the jackets all have an orange dragon symbol in the back of their jackets.
Within a couple of moments of entering the store, a small wood chair comes crashing through the window. Wood fragments and broken glass litter the sidewalk.
Strike sighs and mutters, "Great.. just great..." He thought briefly about ignoring it but he doesn't. He begins to makes his way to the store. This street isn't heavily populated, Canal Street is too loud with activity to notice, and the few Chinese people on the street who do notice just look away, and pretend they didn't see anyting. As he gets closer you hear more crashing sounds, and angry voices coming from inside.
"Listen, man, you PAY the dragons, or maybe we won’t PROTECT you if somebody big and bad decides ta WRECK UP your pretty store- LIKE THIS!”
Strike moves faster to get to the store. An elderly male’s voice protests: "Stop it! Stop it you devils! I’ve put years into this business. It is my life!” A deep, gravelly voice answers: "Then old man… you can die with it!”
As Strike races toward the store, his memories are taken back to the ol’ days, back to his own momma’s and daddy’s store in New Orleans. And he remembers that fateful night when he was tryin’ to convince his "friends” not to rob their store. Tears sting his eyes and he start tremblin’. With those memories, all the emotions he's been ignorin’ come floodin’ back in. Grief… Despair…Shame… But most of all RAGE.
Inside Won Fong’s store, everything is a mess. The five hoodlums are standing over shattered and upturned antiques. And it SICKENS Strikes stomach to see it. They got their backs toward him as they tear up the old man’s store. The shirtless guy got some kind of hook on his hand. He thrusts his arm downward tearing down a fancy looking gold mask that’s hanging on the wall. An elderly Asian American man, sharply dressed in a tan suit and green tie, fearfully clutches a wooden baseball bat, ready to swing. "That useless stick won’t help you old fool!” the shirtless thug with the hook sneers.
Strike pauses to reach into his bag and simply pull out his do-rag mask and slip it on before dropping his bag and stepping into the store, "Now is that anyway to treat such nice things? Yo' mama musta raised y'all in a barn or sumthin' "
"Who are YOU?" one punk sneers.
Strike smiles, "I'm someone who is not having a good day and looking for someone to take it out on... but I am giving you one.. just ONE chance to beat it punks!" **
"You’re gonna be HISTORY- after we get done CARVIN’ our names inta you.” says the one with the white shirt and overbite. With that, he flips out a pocket knife. The one with the green shirt and sunglasses, and other with purple shirts whip out their pistols and aim them at you! The man with the yellow shirt adapts a defensive Kung Fu stance, while the shirtless tatooed man beats the blunt end of his hook that he wears against the back of his hand.
Strike cracks his knuckles, "I tried to do this the easy way. Now, we get to do it the fun way."
The man with the bat tries to edge his way forward while nobody is watching, but the one with the purple shirt suddenly swings his weapon to aim at him! "Not so fast, tricky old man! First we kill the BUSYBODY, then we take care of YOU!"
Strike waits, for someone to get close enough to him to attack. He taunts them with a hand gesture, "Bring it."
The two with the guns hold back, while the other three race forward, one unarmed, the other with a knife, and the other, a hook-hand.
Strike grins as he knew they would come for him and reaches out to "touch" the one right in front of him... that touch in the form of his fist aiming for the punks face.
He grimaces as Strike hurls his fist his way, and, with a Kung-Fu-Like manuever manages to duck out of the way. The punk with the knife edges forward carefully, making a couple of jabs in the air...
Suddenly his foot swings out to crash into Strikes leg. He tries to lock onto your feet, but Strike just kicks him away. The thug in the green keeps his weapon trained on Strike, and the one in the purple keeps it on the shopkeeper.
Strike takes a swing at the one in front of him again, now that he has a feel for how he moves and connects with his jaw slamming him into the wall across the shop leaving a body shaped divot in it.
"He took out Yo Ling!" one exclaims to the other. "That's right! I gave you punks a chance to leave..."
The one with the knife brings it down hard on Strike, but his dense skin protects him from injury. The other tries to punch him with a Kung Fu manuever, but Strike manages to dodge it just in time.
The one with the knife stares at it open-mouthed, wondering why it failed to draw blood.
They attack Strike again, trying to fight in tandem in order to overpower him! The one with the knife again lashes out, Strike fumbles a bit and fall right into the path of his blade, but with the same results as before. The other attacker meanwhile tries to strike at him again, but misses and hits a display shelf instead, knocking more antiques to the ground!
"Damn, be careful with the antiques!" He then tries to drive his elbow into the one with the knife!
He expertly avoids your manuever. These guys are a little better than your typical thugs, as they apparently are familiar with the Martial Arts. The one in the yellow shirt picks up one the over sized displays to use as a makeshift weapon. They're getting clumsy now, and overeager. Neither of them are able to hit Strike.
The elderly Chinese man, witnessing this display of violence in his store, and under heavy guard by the kid in the purple jacket is too scared to do anything.
The one in the green shirt continues to train his weapon on Strike, coolly watching the action behind his dark tinted glasses. Strike turns and attempts to drive his fist into the thug in the yellow shirt. He tries to block it with his makeshift weapon, using it as a shield, but he's tired now, and can't raise it up in time! Strikes fists slam into his chest. He flies back, knocking another display rack over, the middle one this time...slams 30 feet toward a glass display shelf. The glass instantly shatters, but so does the bookshelf! He slams through the BACK of the book shelf and he too hits the wall. Of course, he too, like the shirtless tattooed thug, collapses in a heap on the floor. "Shit!" exclaims with the one with the purple shirt. He hesitates... then drops his knife and starts to run toward the door. The purple jacket guy swings his weapon back toward Strike, so that both weapons are now trained toward him. BLAM BLAM. They both go off in rapid succession, one after the other. The 2 bullets lodge into the wall and cabinet. Strike not sure how he managed to evade those, but he knows that they're not going to give him a second chance.
The elderly man starts to creep forward again with his club, ever so slightly toward the one in the green shirt...To keep green shirt looking at him Strike steps forward and tries to grab the purple shirt, but he spins away from your attack. He races toward the store owner. "Chris watch out!" he screams.
Now, that Chris, the man in the sunglasses is alerted, he turns on the man behind him and shoots! The shopkeeper grabs at his chest, soaked with red and stumbles a bit on one leg. The other races toward the shopkeeper and grabs him around the neck, holding him at gunpoint by the head.
Strike turns and doesn't let any emotions show on his face, "You caused this, so it's up to you. Either leave now and I will call 911, or he's dead and nothing stopping me from finishing you and all of your buddies.. even the unconscious ones. This man is the only thing stopping me from snapping your spines." **
The tattooed guy begins to stir, and so does the one who was slammed across the room. They wake up to see what's happening..."Our FRIENDS too!" he demands. The one with the green shirt edges cautiously toward the door, his weapon back on you.
Strike stands where he is, his eyes on the one holding the gun to the man's head.
The older gangster's eyes narrow as he glares at you, while the other guy laying by the cabinets starts to get up.
Strike speaks with a growl to his voice, "Run away.. now!"
With that, the guy with the hook, bolts for the door, leaving his hook behind. So does the one in the green shirt, and the one by the cabinets, followed by the one in the purple.
Strike moves over to the man and check for a pulse and see if he is breathing. Then look for a phone to use to call 911. They race out the door as you move over to check on him finding a pulse, and he's still breathing sighs with relief. The store owner looks up at you questioningly, not saying anything.
Strike looks down at the man, "Don't speak. I will get help... I just wanted... to help. I'm sorry..." He then resumes looking for the phone to call 911. Strike finds the phone on a bookshelf in the back. "There has been a man shot at the Wong Fong store in Chinatown! He needs an ambulance quickly!" He will not say anything but drop the receiver on the floor while the operator is still speaking and go back over to the man. "Help is on the way..." He wants to stay with the man but he can't be seen here. He will look for the back door, if he finds one he will go back, pick his bag up he left at the front door and then leave.
Strike leaves out the back, feeling horrible at the unexpected turn of events... knowing that he still has a LOT to learn about being a hero...He just hope that poor old man will be ok...
Strike grabs his bag, ducks into an alley and removes his mask and float around the area until police and the ambulance show up making sure the man is ok.
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