Thogphog Posted January 23, 2018 Share Posted January 23, 2018 (edited) GM Some criminals run operations that Freedom League members won't touch. There are outliers that do the more grey stuff for truth and justice. Silent Justice is an app solicited to heroes who are looking to pay it forward. Sometimes it's just to get a cat out of a tree or help a granny across the street. Other times, there are cryptic messages that will be there for just a minute and then gone. These are the jobs that no one wants to do. Still within the confines of the law, but no one cares of the villain stops breathing air. No killing, yes yes, but accidents happen. Tonight's port of call were traffickers. Good Intentions was a business that dealt in warm storage. The more lively and healthy the body, the better 'parts' it would make. Don't worry, you've never heard of them. If you have you'd be gone, at best. The app described the job as 'Help wanted. Docks. Late night. Right now. Save people.' It was put up around 2330 and was deleted and deleted at 2332. Two, maybe three, people saw it. "2350," the dock worker looked at the ship carting on crates of various sizes, "ain't this a little early/late?" A man in a black business suit and red skin looked at the dock worker with a sadistic grin, "not that you'll remember, Smitty." The devil man invaded Smitty's mind giving him implicit instructions. Smitty's eyes whited over and nodded. "Getting right on it, boss," Smitty said taking out a walkie talkie, "guys we're gonna have another load to bare." There were a few collective groans heard from the walkie talkie. The devil man went back into his ship. Edited January 23, 2018 by Thogphog Link to comment
Thogphog Posted January 23, 2018 Author Share Posted January 23, 2018 (edited) Corporis was one of the few who got the message about Good Intentions's run. Parking her motorcycle a few blocks away, she had time for a cigarette as she walked to the dock. Time to think about what information she'd been given. None of these bastards were worth it. But she had to be an example. Heroic. She was getting used to it. A hundred years of a different style of vigilantism was hard to shake. The docks area was not a small area. She had to scout it out. Looking for a ship in a shipyard was all needley and haystacky. Good Intentions was not the first thing she found though. Edited January 23, 2018 by Thogphog Link to comment
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