Word Count: 96,017
Summary of Events:
Intent on getting more sightings of the owl-man, news media set up stakeouts downtown; because of these Spencer is unable to find any sign of the Billionaire Queen. Gangsters were also displeased at the media presence, but the media remain undeterred — especially seeing as Spencer ended up helping one of the media escape some gangsters — and stake out again the next night; as a result, while tracking down the Billionaire Queen Spencer is forced to hide in the trunk of a taxi to get around a large concentration of media . . .
Excerpt of the Day:
When the car stopped and the trunk popped open he launched himself from the trunk with not only the propulsion of his boots, but the added propulsion of the car’s shocks, onto the roof of the Cave Club.
He laid down low and watched as the driver went around to the trunk. He looked upset at first, but then he discovered the pile of money, collected it, closed the trunk, and went into the car. He waited until he could tell the driver had determined the amount of money that’d been left to be the double fare he’d been promised and driven away before he got to his feet and started scanning through the roof of the Cave Club.
“Billionaire Queen detected,” James said.
Intently and eagerly he watched the highlighted female figure. She appeared to be in an animated conversation.
“Is there any way you can hear what they’re saying James?” he asked.
“No,” James replied. “The music is too loud.”
He nodded, he could feel the throbbing beat through the roof of the place.
“Drone detected,” James said.
“Drone?” he asked.
“Follow the arrow,” James replied.
He turned and was alarmed to see a drone shape heading toward him. Immediately he seized it. It fought to get out of his grip.
“James, is there a camera on this thing?” he hissed.
“Yes,” James replied. “It is indicated in red.”
He seized his hand over the camera lens and managed to pry the cell phone out of the drone, which pulled away.
Turning the cell phone around, he saw that it appeared to be videoing, and transmitting the video to another cell phone. He tried to break off the connection, but the drone swooped down at him and he had to fight it off, which was surprisingly hard, seeing as he didn’t want it to shred his outfit.
With the drone on the retreat again, he took the cell phone and put its microphone end to his mouth.
“Respect my privacy and maybe I’ll give you what you want,” he said into the microphone. “For now, you’ve just wasted a couple hundred bucks.”
Throwing the phone down to the roof, he stomped on it repeatedly before throwing it at the drone that was coming back at him again. He managed to break one of the propellers on the drone, which sent it off its course and caused it to crash into the roof of the club repeatedly until it was too damaged to move.
“Alright, Billionaire Queen,” he said, turning to where she’d been.
“The Billionaire Queen is no longer here,” James replied.
He swore and slowly scanned the area, but not even looks up and down the street yielded an identification of her.
Swearing again, he took off toward the next speakeasy. He could only hope that she would be there and that he would encounter no reporters — nor their cameras — on his way there.
When he wanted to reveal himself, he would, but for now they needed to go find something else to do with their lives than interfere with his.
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