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The Girl In The Raincoat

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PROLOGUE PART 1: WHAT'S GOING ON?

Detective Henry Clark sat alongside his partner Benvolio Waynewright across from S.W.A.T. Captain Curtis Degelbeck. "Alright, Captain, mind explaining to me what exactly happened in there?" Henry asked him.

"I'm still trying to piece it together myself. The best I can come up with is that someone else beat us there with an army backing them up. Because that place had been torn apart like a hurricane blew through it. Everyone's been hunting for Demetrius Darhk, yeah, the so called 'Death Master'."  He scoffed at the name the lunatic had given himself before continuing. "For years but all anybody found was the bodies he left behind in his death traps. His rigged-ass death traps. We received some anonymous tips and 911 calls from the old CageBox Warehouse in The Industrial District and got a team together to investigate."

"Alright everybody listen up! Nobody goes anywhere alone! If this turns out to be real we can expect death traps and hidden weapons around every corner! Take your time, move slowly and keep an eye out for anything that could be dangerous. Do not open fire unless you have to. This sick fuck likes disguising hostages as his men and his men as hostages. He's done it before in Marblemont and Silverview but we are not falling for that shit. Incapacitate and tie down everyone and then we'll sort it all out after. The same goes for their sick fuck of a boss. Incapacitate Demetrius just in case it's a decoy or a hostage. Only shoot if you have to."

"We're going up against a terrorist with phasers set to stun, sir?" Amos Bionda questioned.

"We're going on a rescue mission with phasers set to stun." Erwin corrected.

"Assuming he's even really there." Jonas Laser commented.

"We received more than enough calls. Something happened here at least." Murray Yankovich reasoned while checking his gear yet again.

"But would he really be that sloppy? After everything he's done?" Emanuel Abbed asked.

"We won't know for sure until we get there." Harlow Alwan responded.

"It feels like we're walking into a trap, sir." Jagger Caporale informed him. "I don't like this."

"We don't have a choice. This many calls and the tips? We have to at least investigate the scene. If he does have an ambush waiting for us we'll deal with them."

"We've got this sir. We'll walk right through his little bitchass traps and then break his teeth." Angelica Blaeser assured everyone while checking her gun.

"Love the attitude Angel but don't get too cocky. You've seen the corpses he's left behind." Cadence Colling reminded her.

"Yeah and we're going to steamroll everything he's got!" Caroline Engberg shot back while fist bumping Angelica. "Ow-wow-wow-woooooow!"

"Stay focused or you'll be screaming that at the top of your lungs." Curtis reminded her. "Alright everybody we're close. Get your heads in the game, remember what I said, and get ready to kick some fucking ass!"

"YES SIR!"

The truck pulled up to the warehouse and the back of the truck slid open while a ramp lowered down. They ran out single file with their weapons up ready for absolutely anything only to be greeted by the sight of the warehouse door already laying on the ground.

"uhhh....what? What the hell hapepned there?" Angelica asked. "Did somebody blow it?"

"No...look at it. It was knocked down from the inside." They walked closer to the warehouse which was surrounded by police officers who were similarly scratching their heads. Curtis looked down at the warehouse door which had deep metal dents in it. As if something had been banging on it prior to knocking it down. But that was impossible!

"Hey. What the hell happened with this thing?"

"You're asking us?" Arnold Flass asked. "It was like this when we got here."

"Huh. Anybody in or out?"

"Not as far as we know."

"Hmmmm." He looked up to see the others rappelling down from helicopters while another team were hitting the warehouse from behind. "Alright. We're going in. Keep watch. Nobody but us leaves without being cuffed understood? We can sort them out at the station."

"Understood. Be careful, Curtis."

"Aren't I always?" He replied and went inside with his team.

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PROLOGUE PART 1: WHAT'S GOING ON?

Detective Henry Clark sat alongside his partner Benvolio Waynewright across from S.W.A.T. Captain Curtis Degelbeck. "Alright, Captain, mind explaining to me what exactly happened in there?" Henry asked him.

"I'm still trying to piece it together myself. The best I can come up with is that someone else beat us there with an army backing them up. Because that place had been torn apart like a hurricane blew through it. Everyone's been hunting for Demetrius Darhk, yeah, the so called 'Death Master'."  He scoffed at the name the lunatic had given himself before continuing. "For years but all anybody found was the bodies he left behind in his death traps. His rigged-ass death traps. We received some anonymous tips and 911 calls from the old CageBox Warehouse in The Industrial District and got a team together to investigate."

"Alright everybody listen up! Nobody goes anywhere alone! If this turns out to be real we can expect death traps and hidden weapons around every corner! Take your time, move slowly and keep an eye out for anything that could be dangerous. Do not open fire unless you have to. This sick fuck likes disguising hostages as his men and his men as hostages. He's done it before in Marblemont and Silverview but we are not falling for that shit. Incapacitate and tie down everyone and then we'll sort it all out after. The same goes for their sick fuck of a boss. Incapacitate Demetrius just in case it's a decoy or a hostage. Only shoot if you have to."

"We're going up against a terrorist with phasers set to stun, sir?" Amos Bionda questioned.

"We're going on a rescue mission with phasers set to stun." Erwin corrected.

"Assuming he's even really there." Jonas Laser commented.

"We received more than enough calls. Something happened here at least." Murray Yankovich reasoned while checking his gear yet again.

"But would he really be that sloppy? After everything he's done?" Emanuel Abbed asked.

"We won't know for sure until we get there." Harlow Alwan responded.

"It feels like we're walking into a trap, sir." Jagger Caporale informed him. "I don't like this."

"We don't have a choice. This many calls and the tips? We have to at least investigate the scene. If he does have an ambush waiting for us we'll deal with them."

"We've got this sir. We'll walk right through his little bitchass traps and then break his teeth." Angelica Blaeser assured everyone while checking her gun.

"Love the attitude Angel but don't get too cocky. You've seen the corpses he's left behind." Cadence Colling reminded her.

"Yeah and we're going to steamroll everything he's got!" Caroline Engberg shot back while fist bumping Angelica. "Ow-wow-wow-woooooow!"

"Stay focused or you'll be screaming that at the top of your lungs." Curtis reminded her. "Alright everybody we're close. Get your heads in the game, remember what I said, and get ready to kick some fucking ass!"

"YES SIR!"

The truck pulled up to the warehouse and the back of the truck slid open while a ramp lowered down. They ran out single file with their weapons up ready for absolutely anything only to be greeted by the sight of the warehouse door already laying on the ground.

"uhhh....what? What the hell hapepned there?" Angelica asked. "Did somebody blow it?"

"No...look at it. It was knocked down from the inside." They walked closer to the warehouse which was surrounded by police officers who were similarly scratching their heads. Curtis looked down at the warehouse door which had deep metal dents in it. As if something had been banging on it prior to knocking it down. But that was impossible!

"Hey. What the hell happened with this thing?"

"You're asking us?" Arnold Flass asked. "It was like this when we got here."

"Huh. Anybody in or out?"

"Not as far as we know."

"Hmmmm." He looked up to see the others rappelling down from helicopters while another team were hitting the warehouse from behind. "Alright. We're going in. Keep watch. Nobody but us leaves without being cuffed understood? We can sort them out at the station."

"Understood. Be careful, Curtis."

"Aren't I always?" He replied and went inside with his team.

As freaky as the beaten down door was the inside of the warehouse was almost worse! Bullet shell casings were strewn about the floor with the guns they'd been fired from. As far as they could tell they were split into two groups: The guns that were whole and the ones that were laying in pieces as if they'd been snapped in half! There were dozens of previously armed men laying around the warehouse. As they walked up to one of the bodies which was laying around some broken crates and checked him out they discovered he was, fortunately, still breathing. He was just badly hurt. Despite all of the ammunition that had been spent already however this man had no bullet wounds of his own!

"Check him."

"Yes sir." Jagger tapped his helmet visor and lit up with various lights as it began scanning him and analyzing his internal and external injuries. "Alright, looks like we've got a few minor contusions and abrasions but nothing serious. It looks like whatever happened here didn't hurt him too badly. It was just getting thrown into the crates that did the real damage." 

"Okay but how the hell did that happen? What did someone pick him up and throw him into the crates during the firefight? Who does that?" Angelica questioned.

"Somebody decked out in body armor and loaded up on PCP and steroids?" Caroline asked.

"This is serious Carol."

"So am I! How else do you explain anyone surviving all of this? Plus you have to take the front door into account. Steroids, PCP and body armor are the only explanations."

"But if they were that roided out how come none of these guys are dead?"

"That I have no explanation for. I mean, we're good. We're very good. But even we would've ended up shooting back."

"She's right. There's no way that whoever did this would have been able to handle this without killing anyone. It must've been a damned army."

"Like who? Special Forces? Marines?"

"No way to tell. Lets continue investigating the crime scene, see if we can find the abductees and then let the paramedics and forensics take care of the rest."

"HEY DOWN THERE!"

They all looked up at the ceiling where other officers were waving to them through a gaping hole in the ceiling! "HEY! UP HERE! CAN YOU HEAR US? YOU NEED TO CHECK THIS OUT!"

"What the fuck?!" They walked across the warehouse to where they would be directly underneath the hole and looked down at the ground to see several cracks in the floor which were surrounded by rubble from the ceiling and then they looked  back up in utter confusion.

Curtis placed two fingers to the side of his helmet. "Mike? Is that you? Did you do that?"

"Not this time, Curtis. It was like this when we landed on the roof."

"That's...impossible. Did...did a meteor hit it? A missile? Did someone set off a bomb?"

"No way to tell. There aren't any scorch marks and we aren't detecting any signs of fire or chemicals or shrapnel. Something broke in here but it wasn't a bomb."

"What the hell. Okay, uhhh, alright. Alright, uhm, keep watch up there and tape it off." He looked to the windows as the others were breaking into them and then lowering themselves down to the floor while the far doors at the other end of the warehouse were being opened up. Curtis took a deep breath and slowly blew it out. "Alright. For now we just keep investigating the warehouse. Stay together. Stick to the plan." He informed his team and then took another look around the warehouse where shipping containers had their doors torn down to reveal the civilian abductees and the docking doors that had been torn down to reveal more civilians.

"Okay, so, let's see here...shipping containers are made from steel and have closed-top with hinged doors. They have corrugated walls on the top and bottom sides and are welded to the rails and end frames...."

(Each shipping container starts with a big roll of steel, which is unrolled and cut into several sheets.This is done in dedicated factories with technically advanced machinery systems. Surface preparation of these steel sheets is then carried out using sand blasting and priming to remove rust, dirt, contaminants etc. The sheets are then corrugated to improve the overall strength. Roof panels and floor braces are separately made and sheets for wall panels are then welded together. Square tubing is welded on the top of the walls. Once this is done, floor panels are assembled to form a floor frame. Door assembly and corner post assembly are also separately prepared. The door assembly is then installed on the floor frame followed by installation of wall panels. The corner posts, wall panels and door assembly are welded. The roof panel is then assembled and welded. Priming and painting is carried out. Wooden frames are varnished and prepared for flooring. Once they are installed in to the container floor, holes are drilled to attach flooring panels. The door hardware is finally installed along with rubber seals for watertight doors. The container bottom is then made waterproof followed by watertightness testing. The box is finally inspected to ensure watertightness or any other problem.)

"And those are...Flexfit Doors. Flexfit Loading Dockfit Doors. FlexFit FF175 is engineered and manufactured to absorb accidental impacts and flex, rather than dent and buckle. Unlike steel doors, Raynor FlexFit can absorb moderate to severe impacts and rebound to its original shape for continued smooth operation, which eliminates service calls due to minor accidents. Severe impacts typically force the hardware (hinges, rollers, track) to take the brunt of the impact. These door replacement parts are commonly carried on service trucks, increasing first-call resolution when needed."

He crossed his arms. "And yet...something, something, somehow, someway, ripped them apart and tore them down. God In Heaven. What on Earth did all of this?"

"Wow. That's a surprising amount of knowledge sir."

"A SWAT Captain has to know these things."

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SuperKamiGuy1 wrote:

As freaky as the beaten down door was the inside of the warehouse was almost worse! Bullet shell casings were strewn about the floor with the guns they'd been fired from. As far as they could tell they were split into two groups: The guns that were whole and the ones that were laying in pieces as if they'd been snapped in half! There were dozens of previously armed men laying around the warehouse. As they walked up to one of the bodies which was laying around some broken crates and checked him out they discovered he was, fortunately, still breathing. He was just badly hurt. Despite all of the ammunition that had been spent already however this man had no bullet wounds of his own!

"Check him."

"Yes sir." Jagger tapped his helmet visor and lit up with various lights as it began scanning him and analyzing his internal and external injuries. "Alright, looks like we've got a few minor contusions and abrasions but nothing serious. It looks like whatever happened here didn't hurt him too badly. It was just getting thrown into the crates that did the real damage." 

"Okay but how the hell did that happen? What did someone pick him up and throw him into the crates during the firefight? Who does that?" Angelica questioned.

"Somebody decked out in body armor and loaded up on PCP and steroids?" Caroline asked.

"This is serious Carol."

"So am I! How else do you explain anyone surviving all of this? Plus you have to take the front door into account. Steroids, PCP and body armor are the only explanations."

"But if they were that roided out how come none of these guys are dead?"

"That I have no explanation for. I mean, we're good. We're very good. But even we would've ended up shooting back."

"She's right. There's no way that whoever did this would have been able to handle this without killing anyone. It must've been a damned army."

"Like who? Special Forces? Marines?"

"No way to tell. Lets continue investigating the crime scene, see if we can find the abductees and then let the paramedics and forensics take care of the rest."

"HEY DOWN THERE!"

They all looked up at the ceiling where other officers were waving to them through a gaping hole in the ceiling! "HEY! UP HERE! CAN YOU HEAR US? YOU NEED TO CHECK THIS OUT!"

"What the fuck?!" They walked across the warehouse to where they would be directly underneath the hole and looked down at the ground to see several cracks in the floor which were surrounded by rubble from the ceiling and then they looked  back up in utter confusion.

Curtis placed two fingers to the side of his helmet. "Mike? Is that you? Did you do that?"

"Not this time, Curtis. It was like this when we landed on the roof."

"That's...impossible. Did...did a meteor hit it? A missile? Did someone set off a bomb?"

"No way to tell. There aren't any scorch marks and we aren't detecting any signs of fire or chemicals or shrapnel. Something broke in here but it wasn't a bomb."

"What the hell. Okay, uhhh, alright. Alright, uhm, keep watch up there and tape it off." He looked to the windows as the others were breaking into them and then lowering themselves down to the floor while the far doors at the other end of the warehouse were being opened up. Curtis took a deep breath and slowly blew it out. "Alright. For now we just keep investigating the warehouse. Stay together. Stick to the plan." He informed his team and then took another look around the warehouse where shipping containers had their doors torn down to reveal the civilian abductees and the docking doors that had been torn down to reveal more civilians.

"Okay, so, let's see here...shipping containers are made from steel and have closed-top with hinged doors. They have corrugated walls on the top and bottom sides and are welded to the rails and end frames...."

(Each shipping container starts with a big roll of steel, which is unrolled and cut into several sheets.This is done in dedicated factories with technically advanced machinery systems. Surface preparation of these steel sheets is then carried out using sand blasting and priming to remove rust, dirt, contaminants etc. The sheets are then corrugated to improve the overall strength. Roof panels and floor braces are separately made and sheets for wall panels are then welded together. Square tubing is welded on the top of the walls. Once this is done, floor panels are assembled to form a floor frame. Door assembly and corner post assembly are also separately prepared. The door assembly is then installed on the floor frame followed by installation of wall panels. The corner posts, wall panels and door assembly are welded. The roof panel is then assembled and welded. Priming and painting is carried out. Wooden frames are varnished and prepared for flooring. Once they are installed in to the container floor, holes are drilled to attach flooring panels. The door hardware is finally installed along with rubber seals for watertight doors. The container bottom is then made waterproof followed by watertightness testing. The box is finally inspected to ensure watertightness or any other problem.)

"And those are...Flexfit Doors. Flexfit Loading Dockfit Doors. FlexFit FF175 is engineered and manufactured to absorb accidental impacts and flex, rather than dent and buckle. Unlike steel doors, Raynor FlexFit can absorb moderate to severe impacts and rebound to its original shape for continued smooth operation, which eliminates service calls due to minor accidents. Severe impacts typically force the hardware (hinges, rollers, track) to take the brunt of the impact. These door replacement parts are commonly carried on service trucks, increasing first-call resolution when needed."

He crossed his arms. "And yet...something, something, somehow, someway, ripped them apart and tore them down. God In Heaven. What on Earth did all of this?"

"Wow. That's a surprising amount of knowledge sir."

"A SWAT Captain has to know these things."

"Excuse me, miss? Miss? Are you alright? Can you talk?" Jonas asked a woman who was sitting in her tiny little room with the remains of the death trap and the camera that was set up to record it scattered around her.

"L-lisbet...Lisbet Stoica." She replied to him. "Please, God, tell me you're the police."

"Yes ma'am. My name is Jonas Laser. I'm with SWAT. Can you tell me what happened here?"

"I wish I knew. I was abducted from my home and woke up here strapped to a chair with some kind of cockamamie machine strapped to me. Those guys out there...they set up a camera and then turned it on and stepped out and shut the door. I wasn't sure what was going on but...the machine...it's like it was going to start twisting my limbs and squeezing my head, or something, but it didn't get far before the door was ripped off of its hinges and then...and then..."

"What happened? It's okay. It's alright. You can take your time." Jonas informed her in a soothing and comforting voice.

"Something lunged into the room, knocked over the camera and ripped the machine apart. Flat out tore it apart like tissue paper! I didn't get a good look but who or whatever it was...they, I don't know if it was a he or a she, was wearing a raincoat. A red hooded raincoat. Black gloves too...I think. It all happened so fast."

"A...a raincoat? Are you sure?"

"Yeah. A raincoat. The person who rescued me, and, I guess, everyone else, was wearing a raincoat. A red one." She pointed at the door. "Flat out tore the door off of its hinges too. Ripped it right off."

"Huh." He looked down at the door. It was indeed crumpled on the edges like someone had torn it right off of the wall but it seemed absolutely impossible! His mind literally could not wrap his mind around this despite the evidence being right in front of him! "I...uhhh...I don't suppose you know how?"

"I-I'm sorry officer. I don't know. I just want to go home."

"Hey don't worry about it. We've got this place surrounded with Ambulances right outside. You'll be out of here once we're sure it's safe."

"A raincoat! A freaking raincoat! I was there staring up at this jug of acid that was about to pour down all over me and then...and then...The Raincoat just bursts into the shipping container and grabs it faster than I can blink and pulls it away! Never seen anyone move that fast!" Jarod Allan exclaimed.

"Blade's about to fall down on my head but then The Raincoat appeared out of thin air and caught it and yanked it away! Then tore off my restraints before breaking out of the container before I could even blink!" Orrell Dorsey frantically explained to the officers.

"Ripped the machines apart! I thought I was screwed but then I'm sitting on the floor!" Miley Harrelson told them. "To tell the truth I still don't know what exactly happened."

"The Raincoat saved me." Tobias Chambers told them.

"The Flamethrowers, freaking flamethrowers, were about to turn on and fry me extra crispy but then The Raincoat broke into the room and ripped them down! I swear the ceiling even froze! Flat out froze! Look!" Leopold Coupe pointed up at the still frozen ceiling above him. "How does that even happen!"

"The Raincoat." Willis Blakesley said.

"The Raincoat." Cornelius Marchand said.

"The Raincoat. The Raincoat. The Raincoat." They all repeated.

"What the hell? What on Earth is going on?" Curtis asked as the civilians and thugs were being led and carried outside.

"So...a lunatic in a raincoat...broke through the ceiling, took on an entire warehouse full of heavily armed criminals, took down everyone without killing anybody, somehow, then tore apart everything in here and saved everybody. A walking talking one man army in a raincoat. Do we have that right, sir?"

"I guess?! I don't freaking know. This whole thing just seems impossible."

"What's your call, sir?"

He went quiet for a minute before he turned to the door to the stairs. "We still have to finish investigating the area. I want one team watching the door and stairs while the rest of us proceed downstairs." He gathered his thoughts and calmed himself down. "We'll wait until everyone else is out first. Just in case."

Once the warehouse had been evacuated the team proceeded across the warehouse and down the stairs with Captain Curtis taking point and his team behind him while the others watched the stairs.

The hallway tunnel to the warehouse basement was much less of a mess than the first floor was but there was still some clear damage. Most notably a series of broken bear traps and broken shotguns scattered around the floor along with the machines they'd been strapped to. It was a long path that was a little messy but it was largely uneventful. There was just a lot of trash down there and the occasional bruised criminals with their broken weapons laying around them.

They continued down the hallway until they reached the end where there was a large metal door laying on the floor and there he was. The madman. The master of death traps. The insane mass murderer who'd butchered so many innocent people.  Demetrius Darhk himself. His long dark hair laying around him with metal bars bent around his arms and legs to trap him. His business suit was torn up and tattered and his eyes were wide and terrified like he'd just seen something that scared him to his core. His little room was littered with broken swords and firearms and it also had monitors that displayed everything in the warehouse. Most notably the various rooms and containers that had a death trap in it.

"N-not....h-human...not...human...not normal...couldn't be." He mumbled madly

"DEMETRIUS DARHK! YOU'RE UNDER ARREST!"

"Not normal...it was impossible Impossible....nothing could do that. Impossible..." He rambled.

"Uhhhh Demetrius? Demetrius? Hey! SNAP OUT OF IT! HEY!"


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