Sometime later near the Stillwell Avenue Train depot, Brooklyn, NY
Phil didn't complain as his corpse was being dumped by Dan and Eddy along the rails of the serpentine maze of tracks.
A homeless guy squatting some distance away didn't complain either. He could barely make out the proceedings through his crack-haze.
With Phil taken care of, that left, well, nothing to do. Eddy stared at Dan, and Dan stared back at Eddy as he exhaled smoke.
As soon as they got back to the car, Phil's cell phone was singing, "Lust for Life" by Iggy Pop. Caller ID said, "Mr. C". Before Dan could decide whether to pick up the call or not, the song stopped. No voice mail.
Back to Manhattan they drove, through the battery tunnel, as late afternoon spilled over into evening.
Dan couldn't afford the apartment he was living in. It was a loft somewhere in the nooks and crannies of Soho. Once he had shared it with his girlfriend, but she left him, everyone had left him, and had moved back to North Carolina. He was going to propose to her the very same night that he was kicked out of the NYPD, but when he got home with the ring, all that waited for him was a Dear John note, and her cat, Bonkers.
Bonkers meowed loudly when Dan stumbled in, followed closely by a nervous Eddy.
Dan popped open the fridge. Beer mostly. Three kinds of mustard and nothing to put it on.
He took a beer, and turned on the TV.
Eddy stood there taking it all in. When Dan had asked him where he should drop him off, Eddy stuttered through several options...homeless shelter, the hospital (hey it was warm there!), the old church on Broadway, Penn Station...
Dan sighed and offered Eddy a place to spend the night.
Now here they were.
TV blathered on and on. The evening news, when suddenly,
"And now, for a special report. According to numerous eye witness statements and reliable sources, the "Supers" are back in town. Yes folks, all your favorites from yesteryear! We now go live to Linda Velasquez in midtown..."
Hi John, and thanks. Yes, I am standing here with Ruud Schmekels, aka The Bouncer. As many of you know, The Bouncer was once one of the Fab Five, along with Professor Skate, Cherub, Hazmat, and the still missing, Artie Shaw, aka Wing-Man. It has been some years now since the repeal of the Supers Act by Congress, and slowly but surely, our favorite heroes are appearing in the Big Apple again!"
"I prefer The Bouncer"
"Mr. Bouncer, then. What brings you back to NYC?"
"Looking for action, lady, and need to pay the bills. The clubs can't bounce themselves."
And so on...the interview with The Bouncer went on and on, without covering anything remotely interesting.
"For The Bouncer, I'm Linda Velasquez, now back to you in the Studio, John"
"Thanks Linda. Wow, the Bouncer. Remember him? Good times, good times. My personal favorite, I have to say, was always, Miss Sphinx, if you know what I'm saying, hehe...hrrm. Well, here's hoping no super villains are returning to town, along with all of our fractured heroes. And now a commercial break."
Eddy shifted on the sofa. He knew a few of those names. Knew Cherub quite well. A priest who worked at the Trinity church by Wall Street. Born in 1901, Cherub had always claimed his power was none other than immortality. And who could argue, he was still going strong at 114 years of age. Eddy had almost joined the Fab Five (Fab Six would never work) back in the day, but no one except Cherub would have him. Meth was a major issue for Eddy back then.
Dan wasn't listening. He was staring at the day's "prizes" tossed on the table. Phil's cellphone, Phil's gun, the 8 grand cash in a brown paper baggie, and Phil's mysterious black, logo-less credit-card looking thingie.
It was almost midnight. Neither man was sleepy. Neither was Bonkers.
Dan's phone rang. Not Phil's, but Dan's. Taking a piss in the bathroom, Dan couldn't get to it in time. Voice-mail. It was his lone remaining buddy on the Force. The message was as follows:
"D, it's me. I'm not sure what you've been up to today, but there's an FBI guy looking for you. Stopped by the precinct, asked "How does one go about 'finding' The Bloodhound." A few of the guys told him to @!#$ off, a few said you were off the grid. I just ignored him. But he seemed intent, D. I mean like REALLY @!#$ing looking for you...ASAP. Ok, take care."