[center][img]https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/marveldatabase/images/9/99/MoonKnight.png/revision/latest?cb=20150218201439[/img][/center] [color=ed1c24][b]“You must be out of your mind, Marc? Why did you bring it here?”[/b][/color] Marlene yelled. Jean Paul, Marlene, Spector and Samuels were downstairs in the subterranean hangar, looking on from another room behind a glass window at the heavily bound werewolf which had been strapped to a table. The werewolf writhed rigorously against it’s bonds. [b]“Not an ‘it’. A ‘him’. And I brought him here because of what I found on his leg.”[/b] She waited. [b]“I found a serial number. And all of the fur has been chewed and worn off. He had some kind of ankle device on.”[/b] [color=ed1c24][b]“And?”[/b][/color] [b]“And?!? It means he’s been held prisoner. He’s an innocent. Just like those we’re trying to protect.”[/b] [color=ed1c24][b]“Except he runs around killing people when he’s not a prisoner. Did it occur to you that maybe he was a prisoner for a reason?”[/b][/color] [b]“We’ll see when he changes back. There’s no need to punish the man for the wolf.”[/b] [color=0054a6][b]“Well what’s your solution, Marc? What? Are we going to keep him here?”[/b][/color] Jean Paul replied. [b]“No. Steven is working on something that should work for all parties…”[/b] [color=0054a6][b]“Even the ones who lost family members to this thing?”[/b][/color] [b]“…"[/b] [b]"…Perhaps not, but it should prevent anyone else from losing a family member to it.”[/b] The others walked back to the elevator, and left Spector watching over the bound wolf. He didn’t blame them. It was so late that soon the day would dawn. Marc just wanted to wait for the second transformation. He owed this man that much at least. As well as to re-set his leg, assuming that would transform broken as well. Spector chose to stand, not trusting himself to sit whilst he waited. But he didn’t have to wait long. Soon there was howling, and cracking. Sinew twisted, bone scraped. Howling turned to screaming. The wolf wasn’t tied up in a way consistent with human anatomy. Spector quickly sliced through the bonds using a crescent dart and gave the man space. He whimpered and clutched at his foot, sitting on the table. It hurt him, but it didn't seem to be as severe as the initial break. Perhaps the transformation had something to do with it. [color=a36209]“The Hell did you do to me?”[/color] [b]“I broke your leg. You were being… difficult.”[/b] [color=a36209]“Yeah well… All things considered I guess I’m kind of lucky you didn’t kill me. Where is this place?”[/color] [b]“Not for you to know.”[/b] Jack Russell inspected himself. He had scar tissue all over. [b]“So are you going to kill me, or are you locking me up here somewhere.”[/b] Spector sized the man up. [b]“You’re very hung up on the idea of me killing you. Truth be told, I’m thinking of a third option.”[/b] He walked around the bench and threw him a stack of paper. Jack Russell grabbed the paper and looked at the first page. It was a blown up map of a place called “Keno City”. [color=a36209]“City? This isn’t going to--”[/color] [b]“Ignore the name. It’s got a population of 15. It’s in the Yukon.”[/b] He threw the stack back. [color=a36209]“It’s still fifteen.”[/color] [b]“It’s also just the first page…”[/b] the Moon Knight spoke, throwing the paper back. Jack Russell begrudgingly picked the paper back up and turned beyond the first page. It was some kind of a box. [color=a36209]“What is this?”[/color] Steven Grant began his sales pitch. [b]“Keno City is small, but still has a general store. It’s a place where the locals know one another but also give their space.”[/b] If he wasn’t wearing his mask, Russell could have seen Grant’s eyes sparkle with the excitement from the package he was setting up. [b]“The second page is an 8 by 6 concrete and steel reinforced cell, with silver interior. We can get you… dog bedding or whatever you want for the inside to make your “other” more comfortable. You can hunt locally and stock the cell to keep the wolf fed on fresh meat. Oh… what I really like is the door. Once again, silver interior with a foot and a half thick door comprised of titanium and steel alloy - with the locking mechanism an electronically preset timelock with selectable options. Say… set to the lunar calendar for the next 100 or so years from dusk to dawn.”[/b] Jack Russell turned the pages with an expression of curiosity. [b]"The cell exists on your own property. A log cabin with decent amenities, picked from the selection on the fifth through to twelfth page - I particularly liked the full log cedar and stone I circled on 6 - there’s a service on page 14 that delivers care packages, food, groceries, etc to remote areas if you don’t feel up to dealing with the general sto--”[/b] [color=a36209]“Whoa, whoa… slow down there. How am I supposed to pay for all of this?”[/color] The cadence of the Moon Knight’s voice suddenly shifted. [b]“I’ve been told… by our mutual benefactor, that with the amount he’s invested in me to keep me equipped… well, the lives it saves by having you agree to relocate to a place where you can better deal with your-- condition.”[/b] Moon Knight hung, looking for the right words. [b]“He says it’s a splash in the ocean compared with what he provides for me.”[/b] He seemed almost bitter at the suggestion. Jack Russell kept flipping through the selected documentation. [color=a36209]“So… this is just waiting for me out there, huh?”[/color] [b]“Well, no. You’ve got to pick your cabin design first. Then we airlift the cell to the location… The cabin should be ready within two weeks. Well before you require it. Worst case scenario we may have to put you up in a local hotel until construction is completed.”[/b] The Moon Knight swept across the floor and headed for the elevator. [b]“Stay here. I’ll be back in a few minutes to bring you down food.”[/b] [color=a36209]“Yeah.”[/color] Said Jack, his mind preoccupied with looking at the different possibilities for his own home. [color=a36209]“Oh… thanks!”[/color] As Russell realised what he had said. The Moon Knight turned. [b]“What are you thanking me for?”[/b] He grunted. [b]“I’m not doing this. I’m just the guy who broke your leg.”[/b] [color=a36209]“Yeah, well. If you didn’t break my leg and bring me here, I guess this never would have happened. This… This could actually let me start to have some kind of a life.”[/color] The Moon Knight was non-responsive. He just made his way to the elevator and clanged the door closed. [b]“The hard part is going to be figuring out how to get you there…”[/b] He muttered to himself, his voice obscured by the cacophony of the old elevator. [center][h1][b]🌑 🌒 🌓 🌔 🌕 🌖 🌗 🌘 🌑[/b][/h1][/center]