Deathstroke
It was a dark night at Gotham, and on a rooftop near Port Adams, a solitary figure was wearing black and orange armor. Silently watching the port with binoculars. It seemed to be a quiet and slow-going night at the port. "Are you sure about this Wintergreen?" Slade asked his friend over the radio.
"Positive, my intel suggests that Walsh has a contact in Port Adams, and he should be there tonight," spoke the Englishman. "Did you get the intel I sent you?"
"Yes," Slade not stopping his watch over the port. "I am looking for a man named Charles Graves, Port Adams supervisor, 5'11, brown hair, clean-shaven, blue eyes, forty years old. The depiction of that picture you sent me."
"Good, good, just find him and find out what he knows. How does the port look?"
"Quiet, besides a ship about to leave and lazy security. It should be an easy job getting in and out and finding the guy." Slade let out a small chuckle, "unless the bat shows up."
"Bat? What is that about?"
"It seems like there is a bat monster in Gotham right now, and unless it gets in my way, then I do not care." Besides, I should be able to take on a monster."
"Well, either way, be careful, and good luck, Slade."
"Thanks, and I will let you know what I find from Charles, over and out."
Turning off the comms piece in his helmet and with his talk with Wintergreen over, Slade put away his binoculars and slowly moved out of sight. Now it is showtime.
It did not take long for Slade to infiltrate the port, sticking to the shadows and using his physical talents to evade the lax security. It was child's play, really, he did not work up a sweat. It was a waste to be carrying his full gear but one thing that Slade does not like is not being prepared or caught off guard. One slip up, and he might be dead in his line of work and during his quest to find Walsh. Still, it seems too much for this night.
After dodging the guards and security cameras. He made his way to the central port building and found the door unlocked. Slade, before entering, could hear a conversation going on in the room and silently listened.
"Are you sure you do not want anything? I mean, it is late, and you are overworking yourself by being here this late." A younger voice spoke.
"No, I do not want anything, and I just want to make sure that sure that things go smoothly this night. Remember what happened last month?" An older voice spoke.
"I know, I know, Mr.Graves, I know," the younger voice spoke. "I should not be long and just try not to fall asleep, okay?"
The other voice did not say anything.
"Okay," that was all the younger voice said before leaving, and Slade could hear a door open and close.
Mr.Graves, it must be him, and at a good time, too. Slade thought and time to see what he knows.
So Slade quietly opened the door and closed it behind him. Then, he quickly ran over to Charles before he could react and placed him in a chokehold. Slade does not fool around, "Hello, Charles Graves, I have a question for you."
Charles tried to get out of the chokehold, but it was a futile effort as Slade had a tight hold over him. "Who... who are you? What do you mean you have questions about?" Sounding confused and startled.
"I am going to ask a simple question, where is William Walsh?"
"I do not know who you are talking about," sounding innocent.
"That we both know is a lie, so I will ask again, where is William Walsh?" Slade's hold getting tighter but Charles can still talk.
"Again, I do not know who you are talking about. I do not know a William Walsh."
"Wrong answer," and Slade would push Charles to the wall and hold him against the wall. Slade, using this position, was prepared to start breaking bones. "If you do not tell me what I want to know then bones will starting breaking, your choice. Tell me or suffer," Slade sounded menacing.
But, before Charles could reply, his phone started to ring, and Slade, while maintaining his hold on Charles, went into his pocket and answered the phone. For a minute, Slade listened before declining the call and tossing the phone away.
"Charles, what is heading to New York City?" Slade asked in a cold tone.
Charles's demeanor changed from a confused worker to something else. "I will never tell you. I do not know who you are, but you are making a mistake by coming for Walsh. He... we are apart of something bigger and you will not get in the way."
"Yet since Walsh is involved, I think I will, and you will tell me more. Everyone has a breaking point."
Charles simply chuckled, "good luck then, you will need it for coming after us." He chuckled some more before biting down on a tooth and quickly poisoning himself with cyanide.
Slade, noticing the foam coming out of Charles's mouth and slowly let go, and Charles's body fell to the ground dead. "Cyanide?" Slade wondered as he watched Charles's corpse. "This... this changes nothing, I will find Walsh, even if it means fighting whoever he works for.
So, with his target dead, Slade quickly left the port, making sure that no one knew he was there by the time Charles's body was found. Slade was long gone, and while he had questions. He was sure that he could find them in New York City and maybe Walsh himself, but no matter what. He will get his revenge on that man, no matter how long or hard it will be. No one crosses Deathstroke.