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The Rise of Serpentor
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08-30-2018, 06:40 PM
DerStahlhelm
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May 6th, 1983, Springfield, Indiana
It seemed that no sooner than Billy’s head had hit the pillow he was awakened by a soft knocking at the bedroom’s door.
The boy swiftly gathered his wits as he fought through his sleep. He glanced at the clock radio on the nightstand beside him just in time to see the numbers flip from 7:59 to 8:00.
He was surprised he’d fallen asleep at all, given the precariousness of his situation, much less slept for almost four whole hours.
The knock at the door came again, followed by a voice.
“Billy?” The female voice called softly through the door.
“Uh... Just a minute,” he replied with feigned drowsiness, “Let me put my pants back on.”
Billy hadn’t so much as loosened his shoe laces before he’d gone to sleep, of course, but this had given him the few seconds he needed to retrieve his knife from under the pillow and silently return the chair he’d jammed under the doorknob to the desk.
He opened the door a crack and peered out. The woman, Anna, was on the other side, and the scent of brewing coffee wafted through the door as she spoke.
“Billy, I’ve made breakfast, if you’d like some.” The woman said.
“Uh, yeah, sure.” He replied with the same boyish unease he’d affected for his pseudo-captors benefit last night. Not that he was totally relaxed about his current predicament, of course, but he wanted to keep them underestimating him until he decided what he was going to do.
“Good,” said the woman with a smile. “Come down when you’re ready. We can continue our talk from last night while we eat.”
Well, he was hungry, Billy decided, so after a minute he ventured down stairs.
The house was a typical suburban Garrison type house, and the stairs deposited him in a sitting room at the front of the house. The decor was minimal, and the art displayed was modern, he noticed. It all seemed very European to Billy, and he imagined probably nothing like the inside of most of the decidedly working class homes in Springfield.
The door in the sitting room lead to the combination kitchen/dining room he had been subtly interrogated in the night before. A short hallway lead off to left, and he glimpsed the entertainment center that must have held the stereo he heard last night.
“Good morning, Billy!” The woman said, motioning to the dining room table. “Please, sit down”
Billy did as instructed, and as he sat Anna placed a plate with a croissant, fresh strawberries, and cheese in front of him.
The woman removed the cover from a butter dish and poured orange juice into the glass that was set in front of him.
“I’ve made coffee as well, if you’d prefer.” She said, smiling.
“Orange juice is fine” Billy said and began buttering his croissant.
Not a half bad breakfast, he thought. But Billy had spent the last three years living in Storm Shadow’s secret water tower apartment-slash-dojo on top of a Central Park West doorman building, and any breakfast other than a bagel with cream cheese and lox seemed quite uncivilised to him now. He seriously doubted you could get a decent bagel in Springfield, Indiana.
“Is your friend still asleep?” Billy asked between bites.
“Sebastian?” The woman asked. Her tone carried the barest hint of disgust, as if the mere suggestion of the man living in her house was revolting.
Ah, they may be partners, but she doesn’t like him at all, Billy thought, filing the tidbit away in the mental dossier he was building on his two new friends.
“No,” she continued, “He doesn’t live here. But he should be around shortly.”
On cue there was a rapping at the front door. The woman dabbed at the corners of her mouth with her napkin before standing from the table.
The rapping at the door became more insistent.
“I’m coming, Sebastian.” Anna muttered, rolling her eyes.
The knocking had reached a fever pitch by the time she made it to the door. The woman opened it.
“Good morning, Seb-“
The man pushed his way past her into the sitting room.
“Oi, I got that stuff what we needed. Where’s the kid? Still in bed, then?”
“We were just sitting down to breakfast.” Anna replied, her voice flat with annoyance. “Care to join us?”
Sebastian, Billy saw, was wearing desert combat boots and blue jeans with a belted bush jacket. A tweed walking hat crowned his head and a garment bag was flung over his shoulder. This was obviously a man not accustomed to being out of uniform.
The man stomped into the kitchen and pushed the centrepiece and serving dishes to the other end of the table roughly. He tossed the garment bag into the newly cleared space.
“Happy Bloody Christmas, kid.” Sebastian said, as he unzipped the bag and drew out the contents.
Laid out before him Billy was a uniform of dark blue corduroy shorts and a light blue short sleeved shirt. A red neckerchief was held in place by a knot of twisted brown leather cord, and a red armband with a cobra sigil was on the left sleeve. The man dropped a black Sam Brown belt onto the table beside it.
Billy looked up at the man and woman in confusion.
“What? You want me to join the Cub Scouts?” He asked sarcastically.
In reality, Billy had always loved history, and was well aware of the historical inspiration of the uniform that lay in front of him. It said nothing good about the organisation his father had joined.
Sebastian started to open his mouth, but Anna cut him off.
“Do you remember last night when I said you might be able to help us, Billy?” She said with a wide grin.
May 6th, 1983, Springfield, Indiana
Tomohiro “Tommy” Arashikage strode into the low brick building on Main Street that held Springfield’s Police Department and City Court.
Although Storm Shadow wore a white t-shirt with a tan blazer and slacks today rather than his white ninja uniform, the woman at the front desk recognised him immediately and buzzed him through the secure door into the office area of the police station.
He was concerned about Billy, of course. The boy had never returned from his simple data gathering mission to the COBRA archive under the city library last night.
As Cobra Commander’s personal body guard, Tommy was plugged into Springfield’s security apparatus, and would have heard about any breach immediately. He didn’t think Billy would give up his name if caught, and if the boy did, Storm Shadow would certainly not be breathing right now.
Where was Billy?
“There was nothing unusual reported at all last night?” He asked the dispatcher again.
“No, Sir,” the dispatcher replied, “Last night was quiet as a tomb, both white side and blue side.”
The dispatcher, like every member of the Springfield Police Department, was a COBRA operative, and white side referred to the Department’s legitimate police activities, blue to it’s role as COBRA’s security force for the city.
“There was one call for a domestic disturbance, and one of the cars had an out-of-towner DUI driver on 69. He was just some square civvie puke on his way home to Daleville from Indy. He checked out clean and they sent him on his way. That’s everything.” The officer said.
“If you get anything, -anything!-, out of the ordinary I expect my office to be informed immediately. Is that understood, officer?” Tommy demanded.
“Yes, sir!” The dispatcher replied.
Storm Shadow stood in the middle of the station, hand on chin, deep in thought.
Billy had been champing at the bit to do something, anything, to strike back at COBRA for the last three years, so there was no way he just decided to take off. The had been no disturbances reported, and the boy was an extremely gifted student in Arashikage ninjutsu, so it’s not as if he could have been snatched off the street.
No, something was very wrong, and it had Tommy worried.
“What’s going on?” A voice asked from behind, snapping the ninja out of his train of thought.
He turned to see the scarred face and ruined, milky white right eye of Scrap Iron. When in Springfield Scrap Iron was the commander of the town’s special security force, the fifty additional off the books members of the SPD, and wore a police lieutenant’s blue uniform.
“Nothing specific,” Tommy said, “but the Founding Day rally is tomorrow night, and that means extra exposure. Security needs to be airtight, so I was just checking to see if anything out of the ordinary had been reported.”
Scrap Iron cocked his head to one side, eyeing Tommy curiously.
“You sure that’s it? You look worried.” He asked.
The fact that his trained face was showing anxiety made Tommy once again realise how much he’d come to care for Billy over the last few years.
The boy is practically family now, he thought.
“If I’m being honest, something just doesn’t feel right.” Storm Shadow replied. “I’m sure it’s probably nothing, but you’ll keep me apprised of anything unusual?”
“Absolutely!” Scrap Iron said, and then laid a hand on Tommy’s shoulder. “I sleep a lot easier with you around looking after the Commander. Some of the others... well, you know...”
Scrap Iron’s words trailed off into the realm of best left unspoken. He had been with the Commander from the beginning. Before the beginning, actually, since the days of the old COBRA. He was probably the only member of the upper echelon who didn’t have treacherous designs.
Including myself, the ninja thought.
Storm Shadow faced the man and bowed deeply.
May 6th, 1983, Springfield, Indiana
“That’s the whole plan?” Billy said incredulously.
“Yes,” The woman replied, “Of course. You don’t think much of it?”
Billy shifted in the dining room chair and leaned back.
“Oh, I’m sure it will work. But details are a little thin about how I get away with out being killed.”
It was the man’s turn to speak now.
“There’s going to be so much bleedin’ confusion you’ll be able to slip away before anybody even susses out what’s ‘appened!” He yelled, starting to rise from his seat.
Anna put a hand on Sebastian’s shoulder, forcing him back down into his seat.
“I’ll be right next to the Commander, Billy. I will make sure nothing happens to you.” She said.
Billy mulled it over. He was sure his master wouldn’t approve.
But did it really matter? Three years of doing katas and meditating in a freaking water tower, and for what?
‘Not, yet, Billy’ and doing nothing! And when, at long last, Storm Shadow finally sent him on a mission it’s to break into a damn library!
He didn’t trust these two further than he could spit, but he did believe that they wanted Cobra Commander dead. This was finally a chance to hurt COBRA!
“I’ll do it.” Billy said grimly.
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