Trapper Part 3

2 Months Later...

Explosions rocked through the city. People ran and screamed as cars flipped over themselves, spraying shrapnel into buildings, people, other vehicles.

مرکت, ایمرلڈ grappled through the city, crashing into a car with her feet and somehow prevented it from landing on a mother and her child, redirecting the object with her weight. The mother ran off without thanking the blonde heroine. مرکت, ایمرلڈ looked around. With all the explosions and guns, she had moved to a full body suit.

While it wasn't Revenge's, it was still Kevlar with sewn in bullet/stab resistant armor. Her costume design was slightly different. The سب, سب سے اوپر was closed off, not revealing as much of her chest. Her legs were entirely covered with an intricate design of black weaving. Sleeves and gloves provided extra protection as well as firepower. Black and green were her primary colors, and for the ripening ماہ of March, she had taken to sporting a dark trench کوٹ that only added to the beauty of the outfit.

"This needs to stop!" she yelled, landing on the سب, سب سے اوپر of a car. "Come out where I can see you! Let's talk!"

A small army jeep emerged from an alleyway, Trapper inside. He grinned and pointed his gun at Emerald.

"Not the kind of talking I meant." she muttered.

The White House

11:32 EST, March 1

"Mr. President."

"Who are you?"

"I'm special agent William Fowling from CIA. Sir, I'm here to talk to آپ about the situation in New York."

"Heroes down, Justice League mysteriously disappeared یا unable to help." The president read the file in front of him before folding his hands over the file and looking at the agent.

"Our boys are getting cut to shreds." the President said. "Blown to bits. This terrorist has come to New York City and taken over. Nothing we can do can stop him."

"Mr. President, I have a man inside the city. He's reporting the heroine مرکت, ایمرلڈ is performing adequately enough to save many innocent lives. However, not enough." the man dropped a file in front of the President. "So far over twelve thousand people have died due to these attacks."

"What else does this agent of yours have to say?" the President asked. "And who is this vigilante?"

"He's out of the action, sir. Took a few bullets to the chest, and is recuperating. As for the سیکنڈ question, I'm not a liberty to reveal that information, sir, should we possess it."

"You're telling me the greatest spy agency in the world can't pinpoint who these vigilantes really are?"

"With all due respect, sir, that has not been a priority یا issue of the CIA. Our main concern is what we will do with New York."

The President leaned back in his chair and looked at the man, glanced through the files again before looking at the man once more.

"I want my advisors and the senators from New York and surrounding areas in here now. We're going to decide whether to declare New York lost."

New York City

11:42 EST, March 1

مرکت, ایمرلڈ ducked behind a car as bullets from the machine guns sprayed in her direction. She threw several lethal grenades over her shoulder and cringed as they detonated. She looked up and bullets sprayed again. She ducked down.

"Fine time for iron man to get stuck in the flipping hospital." ہولی muttered.

But suddenly, bullets sprayed over her head from behind her. She turned to see United States military officers running through the streets, firing at Trapper and his crew of three men. The driver got hit in the head and Trapper had to leap to avoid going up in flames with the car. He ducked behind a vehicle at the same time an African-American soldier did اگلے to Holly.

"Good to see we weren't forgotten." ہولی said.

"Never, ma'am." the soldier replied. He fired his gun over the car, but missed Trapper.

"All units, this is General Lang. Repeat, this is General Lang. Fall back immediately. I repeat, retreat and rendezvous outside of New York for extraction."

"What?!" ہولی and the soldier exclaimed at the same time.

"You heard him soldier, retreat!" another voice yelled.

The man looked at Holly. "Throwing knives and projectiles aren't going to get آپ through this. Take it." he tossed her the gun. "I'm not sure if it's your type یا what, but you'll need it."

"Thank you." ہولی said. She genuinely meant it. The soldier started to leave, but ہولی motioned for him to stop.

مزید terrorists were rounding the corner, coming to back up Trapper. ہولی tossed a smoke grenade and it detonated. As soon as the area was full of smoke, she gestured for the men to go.

They ran, one یا two falling to stray bullets.

New York had become a war zone. And she was sitting right in the middle of it.


The White House

1:45 EST, March 1

"Mr. President. آپ realize this is abandoning our most populous city!"

"I understand that! But the American People have to know we're doing something!"

"But planting a nuclear warhead in the middle of eight million people?!"

The President sighed and leaned back in his chair. "We've discussed much in this half hour. I've come to a decision."

Everyone waited anxiously as the President spoke his اگلے words: "Trapper takes one step out of New York, we'll flatten the whole city, with him in it."

"You almost died!" ہولی exclaimed.

"That was two months ago!" Sam replied, tugging on his armor. "The wounds-"

"Have half healed! If آپ get shot again, when آپ die this time, you'll stay dead!"

Sam paused and looked at her. "I died?"

"Yes!" ہولی exclaimed again, tears welling in her eyes. "I don't want it to happen again!"

Sam pulled her into an embrace and let her cry into his chest. He hugged her tightly and kissed the سب, سب سے اوپر of her head, stroking her hair. "It'll be fine. I'm wearing invincible armor."

"But as Samuel Grant-"

"I have body-guards, I'll be wearing the same protection as the President of the United States. But that's after this crisis is resolved."

ہولی looked at him curiously.

"The city needs Red Revenge, not Samuel Grant. Samuel Grant who will have been smuggled out of town." Sam said. "I'll be fine."

ہولی breathed deeply and kissed him lightly on the lips before turning abruptly at the sound of an opening door.

"Will?" Sam asked as the man in a suit and tie walked in. He looked the part of the spy he was.

"We need to talk. Now."


New York City

09:07 EST, March 2

"All units, respond to biological attack at New York Highschool. Five hundred students down. Repeat, five hundred student down!"

"So the ravenous beast strikes again." Revenge said, pulling his ہیلمیٹ over his face. "Except this time he gets a nasty surprise. Emerald! Get to helping the students! I'm going after Trapper!"

"Got it!"


The White House

09:12 EST, March 2

"Mr. President, there's something آپ might want to see."

Without waiting for the President's approval, William Fowling set a laptop down in front of the man. A news broadcast was streaming.

"There's been a biological attack? What the hell does-"

"That's not what I'm trying to دکھائیں you, sir." William said. "Listen."

The volume tapped up. "-appears New York's vigilante team have finally returned. Red Revenge has been MIA the past two months but has suddenly reappeared. It appears the Black Hero is chasing after the terrorist known as Trapper who has kept New York City hostage سے طرف کی brute force the past two and a half months. We've brought in-"

"So New York's vigilante team is back." the President said, leaning back in his chair. "Let's hope they can do some good."


The Watchtower

09:25 EST, March 2

Batman watched the screen with interest. The rest of the Justice Leaguers gathered around him to watch as Red Revenge landed in front of Trapper's car, blowing the tires. The terrorists skidded to a stop and opened fire. Red Revenge walked right towards them, bullets bouncing off his chest.

"Why don't آپ have that?" Flash asked. Batman glared at him.


"Where the hell did he come from?" Terrorist #1 yelled.

"Beats me!" Terrorist #2 replied.

"I don't care!" Trapper yelled. "Give me that RPG!"

The man tossed the rocket launcher to Trapper. He stood up and aimed it at Red Revenge. That's when it happened.


"Is that a gun?!" Batman demanded.


Lead hit concrete as Revenge aimed at the man. Trapper ducked, dropping the RPG which fired off a rocket and blew up a car behind Red Revenge.


"Yep." Flash said. "Definitely a gun."


Revenge sprayed bullets at the car Trapper and his cronies were hiding behind. The one with the cronies detonated.

"Alright! Do it!" Trapper yelled.

Three army jeeps screeched around the corner, bullets and rockets firing at Revenge. Revenge would've sprayed مزید bullets had he not spotted a little boy standing in the middle of the war-torn street. Revenge dived on him as explosions rocketed around him. They subsided. Revenge looked back. Terrorists were helping Trapper into a jeep. He was badly burned from the close explosion of the car. It was Revenge's chance. Trapper stopped halfway into the jeep and turned to look at Revenge. The Black Hero saw fear in his eyes.

Then he looked at the boy. The boy's eyes were covered in fear as well. But not Trapper's fear of death, but the childish fear of the loud noises. Revenge looked at Trapper and they came to a mutual agreement without speaking a word. Trapper got away, and the boy didn't get harmed.

Revenge turned to the boy, no older than six.

"See the girl in green?" he asked, pointing at Emerald. "Go to her!"

The boy nodded and ran towards the blonde who picked him up and placed him in an ambulance, checking on him.

New York's vigilante hauled himself to his feet and turned to watch as Trapper drove off.


The White House

09:37 EST, March 2

"He let that slime walk away?!" the President demanded.

"He didn't have a choice, sir."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?!"

"It means he saved that boy's life. But I suspect the Black Hero of New York probably already has Trapper caught."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means he most likely slipped a tracer on multiple locations of Trapper, his men, and his equipment. Notice how he left his gun?" the agent asked, pointing to a spot on the screen. "He has a tracer on it. Notice how Trapper grabbed it?"

"Very smart." the President mused. "Very smart."

"Sir!" a young man ran in. "Sir! Trapper and his crew are proceeding to the Brooklyn Bridge."


New York City

23:49 EST, March 2

"This is the United Sates Government! Put your hands in the air and drop all weapons!"

"Do آپ really think," Trapper yelled back at the voice through the mega-phone. "That after two and a half months I would just lay down?"

"Let me re-phrase this: آپ put one footstep on this bridge, we'll flatten the city with آپ in it!"

Trapper placed one foot on the bridge.


"Fire on the Brooklyn Bridge." the President کہا gravely.

"Sir, are you-?"

"I کہا fire!"

The President shoved his key into the slot and turned it. The other key was turned as well.

"Firing in 5...4...3...2...1..."

A laugh echoed around the silent base. A very familiar laugh. Three green, vibrating heads popped up on every screen. They wore devilish little grins and domino masks.

"Damn it!" The President yelled.


"Well?" Trapper demanded.

"Thanks, Nightwing." Revenge said. "I owe آپ one."

"I'll hold آپ to it!"

"Very funny."

Revenge cut the com line and pulled the pins out of a few grenades. Looking straight down at Trapper's men below (who were starting to walk onto the bridge), he dropped them.

"Well, boys." Trapper said. "Looks like Uncle Sam won't stand up to his-"

"GRENADE!" someone yelled.

Trapper and his men کبوتر backwards, hitting the snow and ice in the dark knight as explosions rocked the bridge.


"Did we do that?" the President asked.

"No, sir!" one of the technicians said.


Revenge rappelled onto the bridge, pulled up a gun and fired a volley of bullets at the men. Most of them fell dead یا bleeding and screaming to the ground. Revenge ceased his firing, allowing Trapper to stand.

"That was pretty merciless of you." Trapper called out.

The black figure didn't respond for a moment.

"Hello?"

"This is war. آپ do what آپ have to." Revenge replied slowly, trying to keep Trapper's attention as مرکت, ایمرلڈ snuck up behind him.

"Well, what آپ have to do is lay down your weapons." Trapper called out.

"Pretty bold statement from a man with an army pointing their guns at him."

Trapper whirled, grabbed Emerald, and held her in front of him as a shield, cocking a pistol against the only part of her body not protected.

Her head.

Revenge stepped آگے a footstep. The ice cracked in the silence of the night.

"Nuh-uh." Trapper said. "Take another footstep and the girl gets it."

Revenge froze.

مرکت, ایمرلڈ struggled against the man's grasp, tears coming to her eyes as he tightened his grip around her neck.

Revenge slowly put his gun and utility بیلٹ, پٹی down. He took off his armored gauntlets.

"Good, kick them over here." Trapper ordered. Revenge obeyed. Trapper grinned wickedly and started backing up, keeping ہولی in a firm grip.

"Trapper!" Revenge called. "Let her go!"

"Not a chance!"

"Not much of a man, hiding behind a twenty-year old girl!"

"This is war, آپ do what آپ have to!"

Revenge cursed himself and watched as مرکت, ایمرلڈ disappeared from view. He bent down to pick up his weapons and heard a faint whine.

"DOWN!" he yelled, firing a grappling hook at the city. The bridge detonated before the line reached it's target and Revenge fell, crashing into the icy water below. He sank, laying on the bottom of the river. Quickly working to ensure his survival, he activated oxygen, lights, heat, and propellers on his back. He reached into his cape and pulled out a handful of daggers, launching them in a gun, and firing them at the New York sky.


"Pan up." the President said. The technician obeyed, turning the drone camera up towards the sky. Five faint red lines zoomed across the city. A moment later, Red Revenge's jet shot straight out of the water, flying up into the New York City skyline before disappearing into the night.


"Congratulations, Trapper. آپ just made it personal." Revenge growled.

TO BE CONTINUED...