Punched by an Angel
by Henry Wyckoff
A crossover between Kung Fu: The Legend Continues, Millennium, and Touched by an Angel
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As Latro walked, Odin paid him another visit.
"So, I see the Angel of Death still lives, eh? So does Monica. Why didn't you plug her when you had the chance?"
Latro ignored him.
"Come on, come on . . . I'm your friend. Don't shut me out!"
"You're my friend? Why is it that ever since I've met you, all I've done is hunt down and kill Angels? You know what I really miss? It's those long nights on the back porch, drinking whiskey and shooting the shit. Something as simple as that."
Odin stopped him, shaking his head, "You're getting nostalgic, and we can't have that. So is that what you want to do for the rest of your life? Get drunk on Scotch and talk? Listen to what you're saying!"
"Back in those days, I listened. I don't do much of that nowadays."
"Hey. If you need some time on your own, that's all right. Just take along some protection." He handed Latro the very same axe that was supposed to be in the evidence room. At seeing Latro's expression, he smiled, "It was fun. Think about all the fun you'll be having again."
Latro looked at the axe, and he felt those familiar feelings surge into him. This time, he fought back. "I don't need that."
"You're right. How about that rifle you like so much?"
"I don't need any weapons. I can't die, remember?"
Odin nearly wrung his hands, "This isn't like you!"
Odin remained where he stood as Latro kept on walking, "You'll regret this! How would you like it if I gave Arioch a helping hand? He's just like me now, and he'll be glad to kill you for taking out his eye, never mind the murder of his friend!"
Latro muttered, "What else is news . . . "
He could have gone anywhere in the world, but he found himself going to the most unlikely place. The precinct.
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Kermit saw the TV special on the Killer of Angels, and the interruption. Who else but the gabby McCuen . . .
"Our sources have just given us some fresh facts. First, it seems that a hitman snuck into the lockup area in the precinct and attempted to kill the suspect, who was being held in a cell under heavy supervision. Take a look at this footage from the security camera . . . "
On black-and-white film, with poor lighting, Arioch could be seen lazily walking down the room, and with two swings, he had the cell door open.
The manner in which Latro effortlessly punched out the man's eye was chilling, and even more so the way in which Arioch was slung into the corner by the hole now in his skull.
"Detectives Caine and Black are attempting to locate Latro, without much luck. In the meantime, what was once a simple and straight-forward case has now become a greater mystery, especially when we have just learned that the victims of the Killer of the Angels have no official identities. That's right; they were well-known in the community, but they have no official existence -- no fingerprints, no health insurance, no birth certificates, no history of paying taxes and so on.
"That's all the information we have for now, but that leaves us with a big question; who were these blanks within the system? Were their deaths something greater than random choice? Why would a hitman attempt to kill Latro? This is Sally McCuen, reporting."
Kermit swore under his breath. "Great. Now we have a leak."
The topic went back to Latro's choice of weapons. "Take a look at this baby . . . it was made in the last ten years at least, and must be a homemade job. What I really find interesting about this is the fact that it's a semi-automatic musket. But you don't have to pack it like you did in the old days. Nope, this baby fires homemade ammo that's a lot like a bullet. The clips work just like the clips on any regular bullet-firing rifle. It's pretty sad that something like this has to show up with these kind of events, 'cause I tell you, these are going to start popping up at gun shows as buyers show interest. I mean, the feel of firing one of these babies is better than sex!"
Monica looked at Kermit. "Are you all right?"
"Yeah . . . I got to get back to the precinct." He was stopped before he reached the door.
"Kermit?" It was Andrew.
"Thanks for staying with me."
He nodded, "It's the least I can do. Just get better."
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