Vigilante: Book One

Putting On the Mask

Lazarus pulled out his phone to call the police. If they got here in a reasonable time, the crime scene would still be fresh. On the other hand, most of the police were paid off, if not all. He had to get someone he trusted, someone who had no relation to the league or Union Finances. That is difficult on its own, but also finding someone who could actually help. He knew a lawyer. She was great at what she did, but would not be helpful in finding Jason. Lazarus looked around the trashed apartment. He saw that the file had been stolen, at least one of them.  Lazarus ran over to Jason's bedroom. He looked at the photo framed on his nightstand. He looked at it. It was of them at a beach in Florida. He picked it up and turned it around. He opened the back and found the other drive. He pocketed it and locked for any clue that could lead him to Jason. Lazarus saw a toothpick on the ground, along with a wrapper to a cookie. This was all he needed. The wrapper was to a cookie that was only sold in five places in San Francisco. The toothpick was only in one club. The problem was that he knew where this was. It was in the heart of The League of Demons territory.    Lazarus went out and went to his apartment.

Lazarus pulled the box out of the underside of his bed. He unlocked it. Gazing over the objects he thought about his dilemma. He had to save Jason, if he didn't he would die and they would have a quarter of their records back. Lazarus picked up the black boots from the chest. He had got these from a friend after he came back from the military. He looked at the twin batons he had. They were a special alloy, extremely rare. They were also able to stun or produce an electric charge at the ends. They were in compressed mode currently and they could fold out to be normal sized batons. They were able to attach at his waist to a clip he had. Lazarus moved on to his shirt. It had a small amount of protection, but not much. The pants  were black and had knee pads and shin guards. He looked at his mask. His mask was simple. It was a special nylon and spandex fabric. He had made two of them. One had eye holes, one did not. It would be fine if he wore the one without. It was made to see through. He had it cut just right, with the perfect blend of material. He could see out of it almost as well as with the holes. He made it because he did not want to give any hints to who he may be. But, he would use that another day. The one with perfect vision was similar. Blended cloth tied to cover his upper head. it would suffice nicely. After all, if they can't see his hair color, it can be a whole lot harder to track him, or get a piece of it for DNA testing.  Lazarus looked out his window at the setting sun. He thought about what he was doing. If he did this, he could get himself and Jason killed, and the files lost. He also could not do this. He was training to be a private eye, this was too close to the line of the law. If he was caught by the police, he would most likely never get his license. He looked at the stun batons in his hands. If he went to the police, they could be bribed and kill him. If he went then Jason and himself could die. If he did not go, Jason would die.

Lazarus looked out at his city. This was it. He would go, and save Jason. But the thing is, Jason was in the heart of gang territory. He would be walking into heavy fire. He was still a man, it only takes one bullet. The sun set behind the horizon, leaving the city in it's own light. Lazarus put his mask on. He ran to the edge of the building and jumped as far as he could. He landed on the next with a roll. He did this till he got to the gap. It was where true gang territory began. He climbed down and went to the alleys. Lazarus could hear the sounds of violence. He saw a man assaulting a woman across the street in an alley. He ran over to the assaulter, not even drawing his weapons. Lazarus threw a right hook and a spinning left back kick. Lazarus hit him again until he stayed down.

"Go to the nearest police station, stay in the light." He said to the woman as she ran off. 

'This place is filthy with small time thugs, but some are with the Demons, I have to get to Jason.' He thought to himself as he went to the fire escape of the building and transversed the roofs again.

The Red Moon was a popular bar and club in Demon territory. It was always packed, everynight. Odds are, Jason won't be there. But he may find someone that can lead him to him. Lazarus  waited for one person to walk out, hopefully alone. He did not want to hurt more people than he had to, just get what he needed. One latino came out, obviously with a gun in his waist. He went to a back alley one corner away and that's where he struck. Once Lazarus disarmed him he held him up against the brick wall.

"You, scream, call for help or don't give me what I want, I promise it will not end well. Understand?" Lazarus said. The man nodded.

"You are a Demon right, in the League right?" The man did not respond. Lazarus punched the man in the gut.

""You are a Demon right, in the League right?" Lazarus asked again.

"Yea, Imma Demon. And if you did not realize, You are in Demon territory. That means their are Demons all around. Why you want to know, masked man?" The man asked.

"You took someone today, Jason Getris, and a hard drive too. Where is each?" Lazarus asked, hoping this man might give him a small amount of hope.

"Demon's don't talk about the Devil's plan. We just do what The Devil says." He said stubbornly.

Lazarus hit him in the gut again and again, but he refused to talk.

"Where is he!?" Lazarus said, almost screaming. He the man again, until finally he got a location.

"Storage warehouse at the docks," The man started to cough up blood. "Warehouse 9."

Lazarus let him go and he immediately fell. He turned to go up the fire escape ladders once more when he heard one last question.

"Who are you?" The man asked weakly.

A/N: Sorry for not updating in forever. Schedule has been PACKED. I am going to drop the weekly updates, for ALL my stories, just so you know. Thank you for reading and I am not sorry for that ending. Keep reading, and next time, Warehouse Nine.