Dark Star
Gotham
Gotham
The bustling noises of the city could be heard even from atop one of the cities tallest buildings. People walking every which way, impatient cab drivers honking at lights and pedestrians, businesses packed with patrons. Everything was common place for the people beneath. It was just another normal day for most Gotham residents, but for Malcolm it was not.
From atop a tower, he had sat for 20 minutes watching the penthouse balcony of a rich businessman. From here, only the edge of the balcony could be seen. Despite that, it remained the best spot for what he was about to do. Anywhere else and he might be seen. Eventually the heavily protected and sheltered businessman would come into view, unknowing of what was about to transpire.
Luthor had paid good money to see this man dead. He gave no reason as to why, but that was entirely irrelevant. The 100,000 dollars he was handed is reason enough to do whatever he wanted. Not to mention, that was only half the payment for the job. The other half would be paid later. Whatever the reason, Malcolm had a case file on the man. He was a successful businessman, appearing to be a respectable and law abiding man. Like Lex Luthor, he was exactly the opposite. He ran the cities second largest drug cartel and uses slave labor in Brazil to produce a number of low cost things. He carries a huge amount of political influence not only in Gotham but also in Washington D.C. All that mattered, though, is that he would be dead within the hour. None for the reasons made him want to kill him any more. Dark Star was himself a criminal, so the acts of another criminal never stir up feelings of hate or ill will. Only money motivates him.
After another 20 minutes of patient waiting, the man finally stepped into view. He was a tall and well built man, wearing a pin striped suit and a matching dress hat. He was most likely 100% Caucasian, or at least his appearance looked Caucasian from over a mile away. Only the mans head peaked around the corner of the building as he just barely stepped into view at the edge of the balcony. For most assassins it would have been an impossible shot, but not for Malcolm. In fact, it was almost too easy. He pulled the trigger in the brief moment that he had, and it perfectly carried itself right into the back of the mans head just as he was about to walk inside. His lifeless body fell over the railing and hit the ground 700 feet below. It was no pretty sight for the bystanders, but it looked like success to Malcolm. In broad daylight he had, without being spotted, killed one of the cities most protected men.
He picked up his rifle, placing it on his back as he leaped off the side of the building. He fell some 650 feet before he stopped himself and levitated slowly down into a back ally. He was going to get the rest of his money, and that was the end of this job. In just a few moments, he had turned invisible and teleported along his line of sight until the reached Lex Luthors corporate headquarters not too far away.
He flew up the side of the building, phasing through the thick bullet proof class of his office and making himself visible before Luthor.
"The job is done. I've come for the rest of my payment." His relationship with Luthor was strictly business, but they had been doing this business for a long time and Luthor knew how he worked.
"Of course," he said with a smile. He waved his assistant to bring him the rest of the cash in a silver brief case. "But before you go, I may have another job for you." He cleared his throat for a moment. "To further my goal, I need you to conduct an assault on the United Nations building from within. I'll pay twenty million, but only if you successfully cause immense damage to them. Kill who you must, but not the Secretary general. If this attack is successful, it will further the need for my proposal."
Dark Star nodded after a brief moment. "I don't need to know why. The price tag is what matters. I'll do it upon transfer of half the funds. After I successfully carry out the mission, I want the other half." Luthor nodded, expecting the same arrangement as always.
With that, Malcolm became invisible again, phasing through the glass of Luthor's office. He teleported across the city until he reached a small, unsuspecting building in the outskirts. It had no windows and one door. The building was no larger than 1,000 square feet. It wasn't the building that was his layer, but what was underneath.
He stood in front of the door, pressing a button on his wrist. His helmet pulled back to reveal his whole face, and he scanned his eyes at the doors security pad.
"Recognized- Dark Star." He was the only one cleared to enter the building, as he was the only one who knew about it. He stepped in as the steel doors slid open. The inside of the building was plane, and in fact the entire interior was part of large elevator that descended deep below.As the door closed behind him, the entire floor descended down and in just a few moments he was 300 feet beneath the surface. A large and open room was down here, holding a helicopter, an armored vehicle, and a large computer screen that took up half a wall on the other side of the room. The elevator itself had descended right in the middle, and dead ahead was a door that led to the armory. Behind where he was facing was another door which led to his living quarters. It was the perfect layer, and from here he would plan his attack on the UN.
