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Posted by prillo on May 13, 2009 10:35:02 GMT -6
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A run down tenement building six blocks from Central Park was where it began. It had taken him three days to get everything he needed. A shop in Soho had the blue fabric in just the right color. The black part was bought in Harlem, from a newly refurbished textile factory. Finding the material for the eyes was harder; but a OP shop in Queens had just what was needed.
Now came the sewing. Not something he was good at, unless one counted skin stitching. Flynn had done that enough in the bush. It wasn't so bad though, working with the cloth. He found it much easier to push the needle into cloth as opposed to flesh. Much less screaming too, except for the fourteen times he jabbed his thumb, eliciting a yelp of pain each time.
He thought back to his time in Grand Central Station. The materials he gathered there would be of immense help. Chris put down his sewing and grabbed up the duffel. He pulled out the bullet-stab padding he had stored in there. Te military issue padding went under the fatigue jacket worn in the field. It's molecular structure was intended to keep the wearer from suffering knife and bullet wounds in the torso. Flynn sewed that into the inside of the chest area.
His web belt was taken out next. Military issue belt that held his service 9 Mil and four attachable small pouches. He had gone to a military surplus store a borough away and purchased four more of the pouches. He figured to keep ammo for the pistol in one of the pouches, some minor medical supplies in another. He had some ideas for the other pouches. One of them he had gotten from a documentary on Ninjas. He had already created glass balls filled with a pepper mixture that formed a cloud on contact with air.
The mask had full coverage, the eye holes were one way, he had added his breather to the mask as well. Should he come across some villain with a gas M.O. there would be the chance he could survive. He had cleaned and oiled his weapon. Hopefully, Wraith would find some obscure person yo make the modifications so he wouldn't have to be scared of inadvertently killing someone. All in all he was almost done preparing to battle crime as...
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Posted by prillo on May 15, 2009 8:56:11 GMT -6
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Flynn was done with the blue and black costume. The eye holes were situated in the mask. His belt was set. He had added the extra pouches and filled them with what he needed: pepper spray globules, medical equipment, filled clips of ammo, acid canisters, a set of wire, expanding grapple and a hook pulley in pieces so it would fit, and a few other goodies including a prepaid cell.
He pulled on the costume to see how it all fit. A walk in front of the mirror showed him that he had done a pretty good sewing job. The bullet proof vest worked in well enough that no one would really know, without close inspection, that it was sewed into the lining of the costume. His Army survival knife fit into a sheath in the back of the belt after he buckled it on.
He blinked out and back in frequently for a minute or two, looking to see what part came back first. It seemed his head came back and went out of sight first when he used his power. He would have to work on controlling that perhaps, allow the shielded torso to become visible. It was a lot healthier to take a bullet in the protection than in the head or a leg. Yes, he would work on that soon.
Then he remembered the knuckle bands. He went and took them off of the newspaper where they had dried. The red spray paint really set them off from the color of the gloves. Under the mask Chris' lips curled in a smile, pleased with his actions. He pulled them on and flexed his hands. He still had most of the motion in his hands, Unhindered was better; but he didn't want broken hands from punch outs.
All in all, he was set to fight crime. He couldn't wait until he would meet up with wraith and show him his set up. Perhaps they could find others who wanted to fight crime like themselves. Yes, a super team like the Avengers or the like. That would definitely be someting. Flynn went invisible and walked out the door. Things to do...Things to do...
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