[center][b][color=fff200][sup][h1]T H E  I R O N  F I S T[/h1][/sup][/color][/b]

[b][color=fff200][sup]Issue #2: [i]Something is Rotten in the State of Chinatown[/i][/sup][/color][/b][/center]
[COLOR=fff200][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]Chinatown, New York City[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][INDENT][sup][color=darkgray]December 22[sup]nd[/sup], 2018  |  4:53pm | The Heather Rand Community Center [/color][/sup][/INDENT][/INDENT]

Danny felt immensely uncomfortable in a suit and tie. It restricted his movement in ways that were impractical, especially for his "night job." Of course, a suit is what was considered appropriate to wear for the majority shareholder for a multi-million dollar company (nearly a billion dollar company, as Joy always said in Board Meetings). So the millionaire adjusted his tie as he walked into the community center he fought so hard to get set up. Of course, with the allocations given he could only afford a space between a gift shop and a Chinese restaurant. The center was small, but it did good work. There were four families, about fifteen people altogether, gathered in such a small lobby area eating food out of plastic trays. Danny gave a small wave to Terry Cho, the receptionist on duty forced to work out of the kitchen window. Terry gave a toothy grin over to Danny. [color=gray]"Danny-boy! What brings you to Chinatown?"[/color]

[color=fff200]"Someone has to make sure you don't get in trouble, Terry."[/color] Danny moved along out of the lobby and towards the stairs, each step creaking under the slightest bit of pressure. As he reached the top, there was a small hallway leading to different rooms. A bathroom, a bunk room for women, a bunk room for men, and then the office for Colleen Wing. He made his way over, knocking at the door. It took a few moments before a young Chinese woman opened the door. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, her green eyes standing out against the dark circles resting under them. As her eyes scanned up towards Danny, they lit up. [color=lime]"Mr. Rand... I... didn't know you were coming."[/color]

[color=fff200]"Apologies for not giving any notice... Just wanted to check in and see how things have developed here."[/color] Colleen gave a nod and motioned back towards her broom-closet of an office. Her desk practically divided the room in half, with a bookshelf against the right wall containing a variety of textbooks, literature, and legal codes. Before her desk were two chairs, and Danny entered to take one of them while Colleen sat in her own desk chair on the other side, closing up a textbook she was clearly reading. She was, after all, finishing up her college thesis. Something on the art of warfare in ancient China, if Danny remembered correctly.

[color=lime]"I'm sorry, had I known that you'd been coming, Mr. Rand, I would have cleaned up the place a little. Not that not knowing you'd be coming is an excuse for the mess, I just mean-"[/color]

Danny chuckled a little and raised his hand, forcing Colleen to close her mouth out of anxiety. She was terrified of being chewed out. But the voice that greeted her was gentle and calm. [color=fff200]"You work in a way that is comfortable for you. The only thing that matters is that we make sure the people here are provided for."[/color] Colleen nodded. [color=fff200]"And, for another thing... It's Danny. Mr. Rand was my father."[/color]

At this, Colleen actually let out a small squeak of a laugh. There was something practically childlike about Danny's casual attitude towards life. Certainly a byproduct of his upbringing in a place where class was nonexistent. Colleen leaned back towards her bookshelf, picking out a rather large binder and handing it over to her guest. [color=lime]"Here are the logs of the past month."[/color] He took the binder, flipping through it and nodding as he looked through. He was struck by how many names were listed. So many people came to this center for help over the past month. That's all Danny really needed to see. He closed up the binder, handing it back to the center's manager. [color=fff200]"That's all I needed to see, Ms. Wing. I'll make sure this place gets more funding."[/color]

[color=lime]"Thank you, M-... Danny."[/color]

He gave a reassuring smile back to Colleen, standing up from his chair and beginning to make his way out of the office. Colleen stood up to see him out of the center. As they reached the front door, the two shook hands firmly before Danny stepped out onto the street. As the door closed behind him, Danny began to make his way to the car idling on the street for him.

That was the plan, at least.

A few worried customers came pouring out of the restaurant and into the street, trying to get out of the area as fast as possible. Danny gave a small sigh as he raised a finger in the direction of his driver, who had gotten out of the car only to sigh and get back in. Danny entered into the restaurant, seeing a few Golden Tigers pushing the Steward back into the kitchen. The dining area remained empty, so Danny took this moment to turn the sign in the door from “Open” to “Closed.”

Danny spent a moment removing his suit coat, tie, and dress shirt. All that was left was his undershirt and dress pants as he kicked off his socks and shoes as well. Much more liberating. The Iron Fist gave a smile as he made his way towards the kitchen.

Almost immediately as he entered the kitchen, sounds of fighting escaped through the swinging doors. Pots and Pans clanged against daggers and skulls, and within a minute the Iron Fist was dragging out the last conscious Golden Tiger by the shirt collar. Danny lifted him up with both hands and slammed him into a nearby kitchen table, the table nearly buckling under the pressure.

[color=fff200]”Who leads the Tigers?”[/color]

The kid must have been a few months shy of 17, but his fierce expession demonstrated the harsh experiences he had in his life. The Tiger spat into the face of his adversary, forcing a slight laugh to escape Danny’s lips. His Fist flew Golden and connected with the Tiger’s right leg. A loud snap filled the silent restaurant before the shrieking began. The Golden Tiger clearly wasn’t expecting that.

[color=fff200]”I will ask one more time. Who leads the Golden Tigers?”[/color]

[color=gray]”Ch... Chaka. He calls himself ‘The Reaper.’”[/color]

Danny gave a small smile, his right Fist unclenching. Within a blink of the eye, Danny used a left jab to knock the Tiger unconscious, collapsing the table below his weight. Danny made his way towards the front door, putting on his shirt and suit coat. He tucked away a hundred dollar bill under a register located at the counter near the door. He then began walking out of the restaurant and to his car, getting into the back seat without a word. The car pulled away as Danny looked out the car window to the streets of Chinatown.