Knight Night

[Moon Knight]

Mr. Knight's fingers wrapped tightly around the edges of his seat. His body tensed as Blair landed the Quinjet with a rumble. A small smirk grew on Marc's face under his white mask. 


"Is there ever a day when it doesn't feel our lives are in danger?" Mr. Knight said looking up at Marcus who was sitting in another seat across from him.

Marcus cracked up at Marc's question. 

"In the line of work we do, I don't think we'll ever get a break," Marcus said, tilting himself forward in his seat. "To be honest, even if we're just looking at the bodies I got a feeling this situation is going to lead to something far more complicated than a contract or serial killer." 

The Night Protector gave a low sigh, his white gloves fingers fumbling over his bleach tie, tightening it. 

"Contract killer. A serial killer is a lot more sloppy in their work, from the information we got this morning." He paused to readjust his gloves and organized his thoughts. "The cause of death for all four of the men was a bullet to the head." 

Marcus shrugged. "But that could mean anything, don't some serial killers have-" 

"A signature." Marc finished off the Terminator's sentence. "Yes, many do, but these men were found washed up on the beach. A crazy serial killer would have never made the attempt to hide the bodies. So my theory is that we have a trained assassin on our hands." 

"Huh, guess my feelings were right," Marcus said, rubbing his hands together with an aggravated smile all across his face. 

Mr. Knight gave a slight nod crossing his legs. "My thoughts exactly. There's another thing. About what you said earlier. Our line of work... It's a 'go big or go home' lifestyle."

Mr. Knight gazed out the window contemplatively. 

Pressing a series of buttons and checking the jets system Blair lowered the steel boarding ramp. With a loud crash and air inside the Quinjet vacuuming out into the warm beach air. Blair spun around in her cockpit's seat and walked over to both of the men, still sitting in the aircraft's holding area. 



"Alright, boys look like this is your stop, once y'all are out in the field I'm heading back to the tower to help out Jarvis. If you both need anything just call us up on the communicator." 



"Will do," Marcus said jumping out of his seat stepping over to the large boarding ramp. 



Mr. Knight simply gave a nod and followed Marcus outside. Instantly he could feel the beach's heat assault him from which the moment he left the air conditioned jet. Marc hadn't seen Costa Del Sol's beaches on his first arrival in the city, he was to wrap up in trying to comprehend where he was and how out of place the Omniverse was, to begin with. Now that Khonshu is back in his head he felt a bit better about being in another universe. Fully he could see that this place was big on tourists and to be fairly honest it was quite a nice beach minus the fact the four dead bodies had washed up on the shore. The beach itself looked as if it were yanked straight from one of those Hawaii vacation resort photos. 



"Just like Hawaii." Mr. Knight said looking towards Marcus walking beside him, his white mask's forehead creasing upwards. 



Marcus gave out a short laugh, his face painting a small smirk. "If you say so the idea of us dealing with an assassin is keeping me on edge, how about you?"



Marc shrugged. "Eh, not really I've dealt with a good bit of well-trained adversaries over the years. I think you'll be fine besides they--whoever they are won't be able to take us down together." 



You better be right about that my son. 


Why do you say that? Do you know something that I don't?

Marc, Marc, Marc, I've always known more than you have what I'm getting here is there are completely two of us inside this head now. I'd be more than pleased if we don't die in the next hour.



...Duly noted.



You're damn right that better be!



Now snap back to attention, you're at the crime scene.



"Alright! out of the way people and clear the area! Who in charge of the crime scene!?" Marc said pushing through the oversized circling crowd. 



With Marcus right behind him, they made their way to the center of the commotion. A large stout man quickly paused his observation of the bodies and turned his attention to the two Avengers. Most likely mid-fifties wearing a brown trench coat with short messy graying hair and a large brown mustache, he had the look of what you would call an old detective. 



"Great, you two must be the Avengers as you can see the bodies are laying right there. Welcome to our crime scene we're more than thrilled that we have you two on the case." The detective said in an almost sarcastic tone. 



"Well from the information you gave us this morning I hate to say it but the murderer is not a serial killer we've got our selves a professional-- a contract killer." Mr. Knight said unzipping one of the body bags. It was definitely what they said it, a bullet to the head but the way the men were dressed they look like hitmen themselves. 



"Interesting."



"What's interesting?" The detective said looming over Marc's shoulders.



"These men look like they're hitmen themselves." Mr. Knight said his white gloves rezipping the body bags. 



"That's because they are, we suspect these men are Jeremiah’s Cardona's personal hitmen. Look's like they angered him and he had the rest of his men kill them." The Detective said lighting a cigaret. 


"So you want us to come knocking on his door and take him out of the picture--and let me guess it's not in your jurisdiction to so by yourself." The Silver Avenger replied pulling himself out of his kneeling position.

"Right, You'll find Cardona and his men inside his casino which can be found in the downtown area, like you were saying purge him from the streets... and by the way, the Imperial police were not involved in it." The investigator said taking a huge puff from his cigaret his voice muffled.

Mr. Knight placed his gloved right hand under his chin. "Well then looks like our work has been moved else where."