Hell's Angel (BK 1)

The Lucky One

Dani's POV
(Nightwing27th)

My feet hit the ground and I instantly got down next to the Mask. I put my hand on his shoulder and shook him. "Hey, Mask, it's Angel. You gotta get up." The other guy started to stir. He looks hurt so I don't think I have to worry about him. I shook a little harder, afraid he wouldn't wake up. "Mask!" He took a breath and I sighed with relief.

He slowly started moving, coughing and drooling blood. He was in the push up position, slowly pushing himself up. "Easy," I said. He moaned a few times but eventually got himself up. He sat back, on his heels and looked at me. "What took you so long?" He was breathing heavily, wiping blood from his mouth. He half grinned, but I already knew he was being sarcastic.

"You're a hard man to find," I said. "But, believe it or not, that was the easy part. No way are we getting out the way we came in." He nodded in agreement. He spit out some blood, then looked at the other guy. "That wasn't very smart," he said.

"But it was fun..." the guy mumbled, "watching you bleed." Well. I know what side of this he's on. I looked at the Mask, then back at the guy. I recognized the tattoo on his hand. Russian guy, probably the leader of the mob around here. Which means he's the same guy who wanted Alison, or whoever it was who helped the Mask, kidnapped and tortured. That would also explain why the Mask's held up in an abandoned building with him, surrounded by cops.

I looked at the Mask. "Are you okay?" He nodded. Then he froze, slightly tilting his head. Great. Now what? He came out of his trance and jumped on top of the Russian, starting CPR. "His heart stopped," the Mask said. I stood, not knowing what to do. The Mask viscously pushed on the guy's chest, but nothing was happening. "Come on. I'm not done with you yet." He quit pushing on his chest. Instead, he locked his fingers into a fist and then pounded his chest. After the third hit, the guy gasped for air.

He started coughing as the Mask got off of him. "What...?" he gasped.

"You died. I brought you back." The Mask sat next to him, heaving himself. Grunting, the Mask stood. "You lied, huh?" the Russian said. "You can't even stand there and let me die." So...the Mask is going soft on me, or he hasn't gotten any intel. Either way, we don't have much time. "No," the Mask walked a few feet away. "Not until you give me what I need off Fisk."

What? That's what this is all about? When did he learn- how did he learn about Fisk's involvement? Maybe he doesn't know the full extent to which Fisk is involved. If he did, why would he be beating up a Russian? There are easier ways to learn what we need to. But, he wouldn't know this, since he doesn't know anything about me. "Obviously, we need to communicate more."

The Mask turned around and looked at me questioningly. "We've both been going after Fisk, but from two different angles," I clarified. He looked shocked that I knew who he was talking about, and that I'd been trying to get him too. The Russian guy turned to look at me, "Who are you supposed to be?" This time, I heard enough of his accent to know it was Russian.

"I'd explain it to you, but I'm all out of puppets and crayons," I said. The Mask chuckled, as he began looking for a way out. "Apparently there's a tunnel that leads out of here." That caught the Mask attention. He turned toward me, then stopped. He froze and tilted his head again, staring at a spot past me. See. I didn't need Chase to tell me where it was. Bat Boy will figure it out.

He snapped out of it and walked across the room, past me and to the other side. He got up on top of a pile of wood and started pushing it all to the side. I take it he found it. A second later, a wooden chair flew past me. I walked over to him as he'd just finished unburying a manhole cover. He tried to pull the cover off with no success. The thing didn't even budge.