New Life As a Breakout Star Fugitive A Hundred Miles And Running!

A man in his late 20s of mixed race, with olive skin, wavy brown hair, & a jet black goatee beard; lays in a single ICU room handcuffed to a hospital bed.

His Threat potential is So dangerous that even in his body bleak situation, & his mind's vegetative state his captors still would rather not take chances.

A Vital monitor machine beeps, a clock on the wall ticks and the central air blows in this ICU room; which would otherwise be silenced.

But the man's mind is, on the other hand, is anything but quiet right now!

The person in question is pondering heavily about the overall new predicament he has found himself in...

•••••

( I'm thinking in this uncertain situation about the conversation overheard by the law enforcement outside my room.

It's Given me a vague idea but the biggest clue, the smoking gun that's most convincing, the evidence of my plight is of the full name written on the medical chart!)

Patient name: FLOYD LAWTON

Headshot, Concussion, Multiple gunshot wounds, blood loss, etc...

I Recall, 'I' was masked and suited up before I' arrived here with no Identification on me. After they could remove the body armor and the specialized helmet; They must have pulled a thumbprint and a match ping of the early criminal days turned up in the background check from 'his' past.

The name they received was:

Floyd Lawton!

Floyd is known to me as the complicated marksmen in the DC Universe. Floyd's work handle/Code Name/Alias is Dead shot!

An individual with a Storied past of all kinds & types. In all the various different incarnations in DC comics & media; they depict his background-origin as high drama-filled and colorful, to say the least!

Heralded as a vigilante, aspiring underworld boss, wanted criminal, mercenary, PTSD former veteran, dishonorable discharge soldier for hire, and most popular embodiment as an assassin/hitman.

A Hitman that was willing to kill ANYONE for a payday. His motives for this occupation vary depending on the story of your reading.

Essentially kind of a soldier of fortune, a gunslinger version of TaskMaster from Marvel Universe or the Jango Fet of DC Universe but with almost always perfect accuracy! Always dead Center of the target, hence the name a "Dead Shot"!

If 'my' memory serves correct, I am currently a member of the Suicide Squad!

A team touted as the best of the worst of the worst!

The Suicide Squad is an off the books deep government project (Official name: Taskforce X) made up by active/former soldiers, civil servants and a government official named Amanda Waller.

All Possible talents among the criminals, prisoners, felons, death row inmates of Bel Riv prisoners and Arkham Asylum for the criminally insane are given an opportunity in most cases the inmates are tasked with a series of tests to evaluate the Worth they have to the battalion.

The rest depends on how bad they need the specific person's skilled services, then it will be done without their own consent. This is the more used tactic.

So "drafted" Super Villan criminals with a micro bomb implant led by Amanda Waller who has the kill switch!

A mostly sprinkled in with career civilian government members here and there as support.

One of the perks other than outside limited supervised freedom is for reducing debt to society or jail time for taking on agendas such as elimination or recovery of high-value targets or assets.

Deep cover in Counterintelligence Espionage in dangerous/sensitive tasks; which have a high failure rate or low completion, one you must be suicidal to take!

I discovered you are thrown away like a pawn or if you disobey orders or a directive they explode their micro bomb planted at the base of your skull!

and BOOM!!!

'My' last tasked assignment was to stop my other "teammate" Rick flag from going rogue by killing a senator; who liked to blackmail the team with going public with the existence of the Squad.

If our status as covert special ops is revealed to the public maybe our lives will be forfeit to keep plausible deniability for the program!

Thus we were forced into doing his political bidding. However, as the current leader of the Suicide Squad Rick flag had enough & goes to kill him!

The Squad's task was to stop my "Teammate" from killing that senator was the directive and by any means necessary!

But 'my' smart ass decides that if he kills the senator then no one else can, therefore, fulfilling the mission...

kinda?

It's a loophole that 'his' suicidal self took. The opportunity to have a grand death by cop situation which for 'him' was just too tempting. And 'he' succeeded! Well partly anyway; as 'his' soul is now shattered gone in the ether of the after World.

It is this broken body that then became a vessel for my wandering soul.

I don't remember how or if I died or how long ago it was before arriving in a void.

In that void, I felt I traveled but didn't move, I could not touch, taste or hear anything. Only a silent atmosphere alone with my thoughts forever!

All I could do is think. In the thinking, I was reflecting and recalling memories In the void for I don't know how long.

Going over my life, dislikes, taste in the void; I discovered as I drifted it was easier to stay focused on entertainment like movies I watched, I could remember with ease each scene, I then moved on to other content like books or novels concentrating on recollecting each word & plot point to keep my senses of my self.

The extreme focus on pop culture entertainment of my past life, I had what I believe is called an Otaku lifestyle in the void!

The focus paid off, as I didn't fall into insanity in my isolation, but the backlash was my true face and name of my own life; the saga of my existence became thin & as a result was blurred over time!

How can the mundane life of a human compare with the interesting, as well as the vast entertainment content library of my homeworld that I meditated on I guess?

The truth of who did I love, what did I do for work is fuzzy, but I can recall the plot of multitude of movies, Anime, comics, Tv shows, hit songs on the radio, memories of browsing forums, pop creator content, & how-too videos on search engines as a few examples.

I recalled and ponder on it so much, for so extraordinarily long that when I recall it's as if I was watching them live in high definition! Especially those foreign action flicks, I dubbed "ooh, ah! anh! Yamitee!" actions films I deeply researched and study the fighting style in them...for science.

So the only basic info besides the entertainment library I built in my mind. Each shelf in that library categories by on scenarios, descriptions of events remained!

Mostly spent time reviewing them over and over again separating and refining further. Even compiling useful things in the mind media library for practical use in "Real Life" dilemmas should I ever escape this Damn void!

It was like I was sleepwalking on auto from then on, until the sudden change of a door of light!

When it appeared, I found I could move towards it, so I did just that! It seemed like a way out of this void realm, unknowingly possibly incredibly dangerous to a roaming soul but the only lifeline available so I took it!

I then arrive here! Where is here?

Surprisingly it is the DC universe, I think. If the pain and fatigue I feel is any indication then this world truly exists!

Do all fiction and thoughts have their own realm?! If so then just wow! Glad I didn't end up in naruto that would suck with no internet.

Anyway, During that passing conversation between two cops, some keywords on the situation are highlighted. I've read in passing about 'my' self in comics so I put together a theory of my predicament using the available clues.

My head is still attached to my neck implies that the surgeons successfully took out the mysterious obstruction in my base skull; which was I assume was a micro tracker/bomb to blow my head up!

In the x-ray, they most likely thought it to be bullet wound-related. The task force didn't detonate it now since my situation was beyond recovery in their eyes!

Its acceptable outcome for the Taskforce as the mission was roughly completed & though captured the body of the operative is barely alive & the then mind of Floyd Lawton was supposed to be as dead as a doornail. So I had no secrets to tell, I'm sure the squad division double checked even though that's the case.

The bomb explosion would only complicate things for the "Programs" side. If wild conspiracy theories start to run around it would be counter-productive. Questions will raise up which they don't want to be asked or answered as they are threatening to the organization's mission and its Secrets!

I will be treated as a lone gunman probably. Since no one can open the micro bomb its okay for 'them' to allow it to be kept in police custody. Unless they are told what it is, they won't know what it is. Not unless the league gets involved and the boy scout takes a very heavy X-ray look at it.

An Open window of opportunity is here as I reflect on the situation further. I have been out 5 days after the shoot out. All the heavy-duty personal has been called back most for pre-planned gala events like to a fundraiser and a retirement dinner and appointment of new key law enforcement officers/officials to positions. So it's celebration time in the city for the suits after a successful election season; as well as a government holiday! A perfect storm of lax security in the city!

So I basically inherited this guy's life his skills experience, muscle memory, crimes, and his karma sadly.

I'm not going to Arkham asylum or Bel Riv for somethings I didn't do technically.

Who would believe me even if I plead truthfully with them!

"Hey, so yeah I'm just an otherworld traveler taking over my second life in this assassin's body as my lost soul's vessel...

"Nothing to see here? Murder a US Senator? Not me bro, I just got here!"

"I killed your mafia boss that was the Dead Shot, Floyd Lawton! I'm 'thee' Floyd Lawton see the difference!"

" ...huh? yeah, I gotta escape! now!!"

I got to flee from here fast!

The security is lax because of my coma and the city department heads preexisting gala & events I won't get a window like this again.

I'm going through the memories and information for a minute, I flex my limbs as I do so.

As I'm skimming through memories as I am blocking out the many last moments of assassination victims, like foreign prince and Princess, business titans, athletes, celebrities even heavy injury to a child by a bomb by accident, damn this guy!

I grit my teeth and close my eyes again.

Focus! I find useful info that fits the current situation. Breathing tricks to alleviate pain, foot movements to avoid sound, hacking of electrical specifically medical equipment, overdose limit of morphine in the average human, lock picking, voice adjustments and throwing, standard police cuffs weakness, pressure points of the human body to cause stun, paralysis, incapacitate...etc

A lot of knowledge and skills understanding accumulated through 'his' life. 'He' really could have made an easy living but too many inner demons to enjoy it! 'His' loss my gain!

I rise slowly soundlessly pulling the cord in the back of the monitors to make faked out readings for a short time.

With that done I take a fork from the day guards meal tray. I bend the teeth on the fork edge of the steady bed rail till one stands firm with a small bent hook on the end of it.

My free uncuffed hand maneuvers the hook ended of the fork in the handcuffs pinhole until a click sound is heard! At last both my hands-free once again!

I adjust the IV drip dose squeezing the morphing into my veins faster to just over average humans limit taking the rest pouring it in a portable medical container on the side of the room as I will need it later.

I dope my self up good, so the weakness of this body is numb to the pain. So I basically can feel little to no pain!

For now at least, until an accumulation of stress builds up leading to heavy exhaustion & pain later. But by then I hopefully arrive in a hideout or safe house.

Soundlessly I'm stalking toward the ward door...

Cracking the entrance open scanning the floor with my incredible vision...

In a chair outside the detective who was gossiping earlier, he is dozing off again! W-why is he always sleeping? Is this guy narcoleptic or some type of Garp syndrome!

I look over the bearded older man similar height, build but he obviously not even close to as fit as me in plain clothes. The badge says, Detective Vasquez...I will be calling him officer Garp from now on.

I make An assessment of the situation of the corridor again through the cracked door.

Only one nurse on night shift preoccupied watching something on her smartphone. No other sounds or monitors. I heard a ghost town, so in effect, I have the floor to 'my' self possibly as a high profile suspect...

One camera facing away from my area I'm at now, it turns at 25-30 second intervals.

Probably to save cash, instead of placing multiple fixed steady cameras there is just one. You have my gratitude for being cheap I praise in my heart!

When the camera is beginning its next rotation I act without wasting time...

From the back of this sleeping officer

my hands appear out of the darkness, they are like that of death shadows; being both unstoppable and inevitable!

Pulling officer detective Vasquez Garp slowly from the ward door covering his mouth and nose in one hand clasping and pressing a pressure point on the carotid artery with his other hand forcing a pass out within seconds after the initial short struggle.

I take his plainclothes uniform put it on tucking in the extra loose remaining fabric. Next, the gun holster utility belt & bulletproof vest with a badge on top, adjust the cuffs, police radio, hat while I squeeze into his smaller shoes.

I quickly apply bandages mask I prepared to hide his face and drug him with a cocktail of what's available leaving my doppelganger in bed.

I slide into the seat outside the door just in time for the camera to pass on the ward door again with me in his previous post.

After the camera starts it's rotation again away from my position I get up then I walk towards the exit.

I pass by the nurse she looks toward me & in a second I mimic his voice before saying:

"restroom" with a cough & turning my head to the opposite side as I do so.

The night shift nurse just nods back dismissively before returning to her smartphone. and then I'm out!

••••••••

After a brisk walk in the hall raiding supply closets, I make my ways toward the floor elevator after a small crowd builds up.

The great officer me is welcomed by others, but I just nod back with a throat-clearing cough.

Quickly sizing up the occupants of the lift as I enter. Six people total, Only Four look like hospital employees. A nurse, a picture identity tagged X-ray specialist, In medical scrubs a resident intern, an older female janitor; while the rest are seemingly females hospital guests.

Only two men, a shorter Asian x-ray tech or the intern medical scrubs resident man, who is close to me In height and in complexion.

The choice is clear. I found the mark & I stand beside him. I study him, peering at his mannerisms and posture.

When the elevator reaches his stop,

as he exits I followed the intern at a distance, his destination a night restroom. He makes small talk to colleagues as he said he was going to clock out early for personal reasons. I know it's clearly because he's upset with a text message conversation I watch him respond to!

So caught up in his hospital drama he doesn't even notice I'm trailing behind him. As he enters the room with a pass card I am across the hallway watching.

As the door is threatening to close locking me out from my prey I release a pen in my grip from my palms at the same time I was checking my shoes for gum.

My foot taps the falling pen just right sending it flying which jams in between the door right before it shut closed entirely.

I can't help but whisper: "Cool!"

Making sure the coast is clear I avoid the camera and enter.

There is another second doorway to avoid incidents leading to the bedrooms by key pass.

Not much time past as he just got in and soon as he opened the second door with a keycard I swoop in behind him karate chop his neck nerves like a cartoon spy on my past life! I pick up the key card & dragged him in the room.

I dash to make sure no one else is In. It's empty. I put the knocked out intern in a sheet rolling him up like a cigar I shove him in the under cabinet below the bunk beds.

I proceed to crack open his and others locked work lockers.

A minute later I exit the locker room with a bag full of useful tools.

Keys to his car which I have no idea where it's parked but his home address on his driver's license & his house key is probably useful.

I sport his identity cards and a fresh change of clothes much better form fit then officer Garps threads.

I ready myself to leave I pull the sleeping intern from the bunk undercarriage space.

I need his identity & this guy can't be found any time soon. I pressed a pressure point and inject a cocktail of sleeping stimulants I got from supply closets I just mixed, with the medicine I just found in lockers that these thieving interns stole. With Deadshot's knowledge Give or take the intern will sleep for hours after dawn!

I adjust my(his) new attire, raise a medical mask, lower the brim of a baseball cap, dust my hands off on my blue jeans, the Identity tag on the shirt & a full backpack around my shoulders. As I'm getting ready to leave until a knock on the door!

I stay still watching the door ready to neutralize whoever comes.

The person who opens the door is a woman in scrubs, a fit body & unbelievable pretty face!

Confused to a standstill is this the co-ed facility in this hospital?

She looks at me then the name tag in a hurry she says:

"they said you were here, so I borrowed Shawns room key pass, so we could talk."

" your really so upset that you are leaving now, I didn't mean anything I said before I just need time okay!"

(I have no idea who she is or what she is going on about I don't have time for this shit!)

I just continue walking to the door to leave, not knocking her down in case she has someone waiting with her outside like that Shawn guy she mentioned.

Suddenly she hugs me from the back then turns my head with a palm & kisses me through the medical mask!

As she continued on saying: "Sorry, don't leave, we can do it now!"

I raise my eyebrows!

I would be a lier if I say I'm not tempted to pull revenge of nerds moon scene but I 'm pressed for time and injured!

Just as I'm about to cast her off & given a go to sleep to this chick!

The room door beeps then opens again!

Another resident intern comes in, she tucks her head in my chest in an affectionate way but I comprehend it to avoid being seen by him.

In a hurry, the intern goes to snatch his things before saying: "Sorry!"

While he was acting quickly t take his leave, blushing he says "I'll tell others not come in bro!"

I just nod back. He is a good wingman, but sadly it's the wrong kind of situation!

This Soup drama stops as soon as the leaving intern closed the door. I drive fingers into pressure points of the nurse's nerves, she is knocked out cold!

I watched commercials for those hospital dramas in my past life "flexible love" to aid in relief from the pressure of the job. Yeah so, I'm not starting my second life with VD so nighty night thot!

I ponder as I'm getting a closer look at the woman. A truly angelic innocently beautiful face with a highly provocative voluptuously curvaceous body!

Breathtaking But I know this dame is anything but innocent!

A few clues, I already formed an opinion about her. I draw a conclusion from things like Hiding her face from the other intern who came in, the scents of musk while in my temporary embrace on her; I smelled accents of least two additional men's cologne on her and from the wedding ring on her finger "I'm" highly most probably not her only side lover!

Women are truly scary!

I pull out the ladies' man player from the under bed cabinet I stuffed him in the night shift bed.

When tossing him in the night shift bed I strip the lover boy and did the same with the tempting vixen of a woman.

After Tossing them into the bed together, I began taking pictures on her phone of this adulterous couple. I then send this artistic photoshoot session result to her husband; 'hubby' listed in her phone with the floor and room number of the hospital with the area where a hidden door pass will be!

" It's a distraction tactic as well as a good deed to that green hat, I could use the good karma."

I shrugged.

So I then mass message every male listed in her the same photoshoot catalog. A valuable lesson to the easily fooled gentlemen by this vixen into believing they are the 'only' one! I smile at the thought of being such a helpful Good Samaritan!

I grab every pair of car keys, every phone in the lockers remove the batteries stuffing them in a bag then into my medical carry on as to not clue in my pursuers on which identity, car or route I took after this raid. This will all so serve later to distract and deflect enough to maybe forget my existence for a while.

After arriving at an area near the main entrance I wait a while for a larger exiting crowd. So I'm feigning fiddling with the lover boy's phone still in awareness, then seeing an opportunity.

I begin blending in with a group of employees and guests exiting with a fatigued look in my eyes & medical backpack to my side like my work shift just ended.

I stealthy exit the hospital and had been noticing patrol cars circle the medical grounds, so I move with extra caution. Every step in accompanied by heavy drumming of my heart in my ears!

Suddenly I notice The overweight local security employed by the hospital who's patrolling in his golf cart is driving my way!

With narrowed eyes heavier than before breathing I put my hand on my police-issue Glock below my shirt; ready to neutralize this blue-collar working man if I must! All the while thinking I ain't no killer but please don't push me!

Lucky us but more for him, he gets a call on the radio for back up as a patient's family is causing a scene! He swore then relocated. I don't let go of the gun in my sweaty palms and keep traveling.

After escaping the patrol routine of police cars, disregarding the tremendous anguish my wounds give me, I run full speed down back alleyways to gain as much distance immediately! I ran with everything could muster up; Tom Cruise would be proud...

I don't care about anything else right now; This concerns my freedom and new life, I must get away from here! Burning in my lungs, reopened injuries and ripped out stitching, so what!

If I can live while free than it's all worth this pain!

Arriving at Clear tangible distance from where I was I sigh in relief & fatigue.

I nearly collapse in an alleyway, but take out medical gauze, I wrap my self up like mummy then toss the bloody shirt into my bag grabbing a clean stolen tee shirt to dress in then inject morphine and take pill form pain killers again. I close my eyes and I catch my breath to steady my self to move on, I got to keep pushing!

I wave down a cab in a crowded & busy intersection. I Take Two different taxies within the hour. One to the opposite side of my true destination and taking another cab back to another side of town to my true primary destination which is that lover boys apartment.

I get out of the cab after I'm a few blocks away from the dwelling. With my head down I walk on foot hoping all this detouring will muddy up my trail a bit.

Arriving at His address, a studio apartment in a decent area. I going through some keys and enter quickly. When Inside I look out the window for a while to make sure I wasn't secretly followed.

After clearing the house of any people who might be here, I search and collect for useful things.

I find clean tee shirts and jeans & pack them in a blue gym bag I 'borrowed'. I discovered some energy bars in the gym bag I take some now with some pain pills I took from the hospital.

I currently have the shakes with muscles aching pains. But I'm saving the heavy-duty morphine for emergency only ( like fleeing or forced battle) so I'm enduring it.

I take out a clean new razor and a pair of scissors I took from the hospital supply closet. Taking off to the bathroom to shave my facial hair and get a clean buzz cut.

With my Ironman mustache goatee combo and wavy hair hairstyle has gone the change has me Looking a few years younger; almost could pass for a fresh military rookie or new police cadet if I wasn't the fugitive mercenary Assassin that is touted to be. I sigh to my self while gazing at my new reflection in the mirror.

Of course, This change was not for a fashion choice but to escape the soon to be coming dragnet description of me.

Cleaning up and tossing my shaving in the bag to dispose of later making my presence here as little as possible is beneficial to not give bounty hunters or Marshalls many clues.

In front of the mirror, I place glasses with no lens only frames I found on to add to the makeover. Thinking "Since Clark can pull then it off so can I" before taking them off.

I jump in his shower dry myself self & get dress. I'm freeballing cause I'm not wearing another man's underwear no matter how clean they look & also because the hospital supply closet didn't have any clothes besides socks, go figure.

Police issue Glock in the crack of my ass additional extra magazine clip in backside pocket & sharp tools or possible projectiles stored all over my body and hidden in my clothes.

I place everything ready at the door.

I Take out the loverboy's phone to put the battery back in powering it on again. Standing back against the wall while peering out the window to streets below taking in the scene for a second.

I then begin to search for information, taking mental notes of the maps on his phone, before I ditch it here. Maps, routes, & general news of the day is memorized.

I see reports of "Deadshot's" grandstand at Lincoln's Memorial grounds.

Seems I was right, they treated my double suicide by cop as a lone shooter. Didn't even list my pic or name to avoid "copycats" they say. That's even better for me to avoid detection for now.

The most sensational information is found on the Daily Planet website. I see pictures of all kinds of heroes, Villians. Articles about both foiled hijinks and successful heist jobs. Then I see it!

A white man with Piercing aquatic blue eyes, dark hair, wearing dark blue form-fitting body armor, a wind-tossed red cape but what makes that man stand out is that he is floating in the fucking air with a car full of criminals over his shoulder to surrender to local police!

I can't help but whispers aloud to myself:

"...Oh, Shit!"

I'd liked to think I was wrong, just random guessing but I'm truly in a DC Universe as Semi Villian, hired Gun & mercenary assassin!

How do I hope to survive such an utterly broken character!!! As well as that boy Scouts faction of the world's most talented and self-righteous people he allies himself with!

First, flee! That's all I can do for now. Tossing the phone after I memorized the relevant information. Deadshot already had a keen mind of military tactics, counterintelligence, survival training, psychology, etc....

As for me well, I'm unaware how long of a time was spent drifting the void; years, decades, centuries, eons perhaps!

I had been alone with my thoughts, alone with my mind as a consequence my mind has become a honed machine like no other. My soul is more robust than others by miles even I can somehow feel it when pass by others.

This enhanced soul and mind leave me Able to compartmentalize and recollect info and images vastly better. What I see, I can store instantaneously. This will come in handy to learn old and new things comprehend trades or skills.

Side note I'm also never bored as I can perfectly with accuracy play music movies, novels have seen before in my past life for entertainment in my head anything, anytime, A otaku's dream skill!

It's convenient but I suppose it is weird too seeing me zoning out and looking into space if I immerse myself too much.

I double-checked my supplies at the door of the lodging:

(morphine, pill form pain killers,

knock out cocktail with a free empty syringe,

2 small bottles of adrenaline with a syringe,

sharp medical scalpel rubber gloves

table knifes borrowed from apartments kitchen.

Police utility belt: Glock 19 police issue gun loaded with extra clip {courtesy of detective Garp} black collapse able nightstick, 1 handcuff set, standard oil-based pepper spray, standard police radio {earphone currently in my ear}, gym bag with several change of clothes {courtesy of lover boy}, Several stolen identification/credit cards {taken from hospital night shifts locker room}

$2000 accumulated cash

, a pawnable watch and gold chain necklace, 2 long jump ropes from the gym bag, two flathead screwdriver {to hotshot cars in an emergency}, finally a month city bus pass.)

After I leave the apartment I toss my old clothes and medical gloves I had been wearing since leaving the hospital in the gas station dumpster near the mark's apartment. I go to a few hardware sections of different 24 hours shops, also purchase a pair of black leather gloves and make my way using the stolen city bus pass toward the outbound bus station.

I arrive at the bus stop while still averting cameras keeping my head down with a medical mask, & a different baseball cap. I ongoingly coughing few times so no one crowds around me, feigning the flu also is giving a reason for covering my face. I buy my tickets for two different destinations just in case and drift into the background of the travel bus station.

After some time enduring nervously, one hour passed then two finally later the bus for my out of town destination pulls up.

I boarded quickly in the back near the second exit door just in case I need to make a run for it. I place my Carrie on the gym bag on my lap instead of the baggage compartment.

The Passengers board finally, the trip begins.

After a few miles outside of the city limits, I close my eye releasing the breath I've been subconsciously holding.

After a day & half-day of traveling the bus driver shouts:

"Next Stop Gotham City Limits"

I open my eyes rubbernecking at the city I'm most familiar with in this DC world no matter which iteration, Gotham City!

Hills on top of hills of illuminated sky scrappers in the night. I hear the sounds of the sleepless city even from this distance and see a fucking luxurious Zeppelin cruising the sky full of wealthy Gotham nobility I bet!

A troubled city with a horde of Villians and vigilantes, crooked cops and clever criminals, Secret organizations and Superhumans. This chaotic mixing pot of a municipality is a place for me to hold over and lay low or even strive in that chaos If I choose to do so!

This is the place of my New Beginnings. I smile excitedly, I then recall a line of a movie in my past life featuring this City:

"Wait, till they get a load of me!!" I smile to my self with my eyes closed thinking about the excitement of observing the DC world up close! I think to self-made it!

But then...!

Click! Clack!

I know that sound anywhere at least Floyd did. It is the sound of a single barrel shotgun cocking a shell round!

I slowly open my eyes to see the commotion.

I look up at the youths the one's I casually gazed before going into deep thought.

"Put anything you think as valuables or your lives will be offered aa s contribution instead!"

"Put the money in the bags Now!"

They are thug robbers screaming instructions!

While the crowd screaming:

"oh no!"

"he's got a gun"

"what!"

please don't!

Sitting amongst this turmoil in the back of the bus with an emotionless face and dead eyes is the currently on the run fugitive back from the dead Floyd Lawton was thinking:

" ...Damn!"