Cheryl is driving us in a battered gray Porsche, in her typically reckless, fast and life-endangering way which, to be candid, most Gothamites have in common.
I have spent the entire ride practicing, at her demand, to create small blasts or orbs of kryptonite energy, then commanding them to fizzle out into the void.
Our minds are not fused anymore, thankfully, and I need to hone the skill I gained if I intend to master it by myself. Since I only borrowed Foul Play's powers to learn how to control my kryptonite energy, I could lose my knowledge over time. The solution to this is to not let it remain idle and to develop my understanding with my own mental abilities.
The vigilante has transported us to the outskirts of town, in a region occupied exclusively by enormous private properties, the majority of them funded by illegally acquired money.
Our "target", as she lovingly referred to him, is David Merc. The fast fashion mogul, according to Cheryl's sources, is not only immoral in this sense. He is one of the city's most prolific suppliers of drugs. The clothing manufacturer does not produce them, but he moves 20% of Gotham's illicit substances by sneaking the products in his shipments of clothing. His storage facilities, where his drugs originate from, are infamously guarded and enshrouded in nearly pious secrecy.
The gangster swerves off the road and parks the car next to a tree, in a rough field at the bottom of a hill and its winding street.
/Tomorrow, he has a meeting with a very big criminal, a really important and dangerous person, and he is supposed to sell them the coordinates for one of his main warehouses. Our objectives are quite uncomplicated, perfect for your first job. We need to prevent David from establishing contact with anybody, find the USB drive with the information on it, figure out the encryption and destroy that place ourselves before anyone else gets to it./
/So... We are interfering with a huge drug transaction, because..?/
We exit the automobile, allowing me to review our surroundings nervously to completion.
/To give 'em a taste of defeat and throw a wrench in their plans. All of this will also put the notorious bastard I've mentioned in a great deal of trouble. They were heavily counting on this business proposal to pay some unsettled expenses./
/And you're not going to tell me who we're going after?/ My question aims to tempt her.
Foul Play merely begins walking toward a tall chain-link cage, planted around a small plain cabin. It is the sole companion of the lone tree we are leaving behind, adjacent to the Porsche, as I follow her.
I personally do not feel as though being a hindrance to wealthy gangsters or crime bosses it the most straightforward way of bringing my aid to the innocent people of Gotham City. Regardless, I cannot deny that this could potentially help a victim of these organizations somewhere, somehow... Or doom them. I cannot predict the future, unfortunately. Unfortunately. I laugh inwardly.
As much as I would rather be defending helpless citizens on the street and encouraging them to pursue an honest living, I know I have to follow Cheryl's guidance. I want to learn her ways and I can only hope that our actions will be as impactful as she portrays them.
I listen to the soft squashing of the unmaintained grass underneath the soles of these new boots I wear. Thankfully, the thick soles are flat as can be and the overall shoe is comfortable. They may be covered with a thin layer of golden synthetic leather, but they are reminiscent of my working boots. On the other hand, my accomplice is sporting high heels on hers. At least, her ankle height model likely provides more flexibility than a knee-high or thigh-high alternative would, combined with precarious heels.
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