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by Scott Harper
Description: After stopping a robbery in progress, Elliott Cronholm is approached by someone wishing to help him become a costumed vigilante crime-fighter. After refusing, his fiancée is attacked in their home by a stalker. In the wake of the attack, Elliott accepts the role he had been asked to play. While still learning the use of the costume and weapons he has been given, Elliott must track down and stop the first man put on the streets of the city by the same woman - a man with his own warped moral code who relishes killing the criminals he fights, a man who wishes to kill Elliott Cronholm as well, upon learning of Elliott's new role?
eBook Publisher: DCL Publications LLC, 2011 2011
eBookwise Release Date: March 2011
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [189 KB]
Reading time: 115-161 min.
A scream rose into the night, high-pitched and frantic, coming from the street on the other side of the building. Elliott rose, spun, and moved to the opposite side of the roof. He was instantly blinded as the night vision goggles soaked up illumination from the streetlights, bright signs, and headlights.
Squeezing his eyes closed, he clawed at the mask, turning off the goggles, and blinked his eyes, trying to clear his vision. He felt and heard the extended wrist blades rasp against the interwoven titanium mesh of the mask and retracted them.
The scream sounded again.
Elliott looked down, blinking rapidly to clear the dazzling spots from his vision, and saw a little girl, maybe nine-years-old, with long, blonde pigtails being pulled toward a primer-painted compact car by a large, beefy man with long, greasy, gray hair and a full, matching beard.
The girl struggled, but the man was far too strong for her and he had a firm hold on her pink corduroy coveralls. A car passed by, but did not even slow down.
He thought of Stacey Graves warning him to avoid action his first time out. But there was no possible way he could ignore what was going on below. He half turned, thinking of the fire escape on the other side of the building, which led to the alley he had been watching.
Too slow. I'd never make it down and back around in time. He looked down. Five stories. I must be insane.
The little girl screamed again, her cry cut short as the man clamped a massive hand over her mouth. "Shut up!" he yelled at her.
Elliott rolled his fingers and the wrist blades snicked into place. If I survive this and Rhiannon finds out, she'll kill me. He crouched down, grabbed the brick edging and swung his legs over the side to hang from the roof by only his fingertips. This is nuts! His fingers slipped a bit. Oh, man...
He let go, turning his arms so that the pair of blades on the outer sides of his arms dug into the brickwork as he fell.