Chapter TwelveDale Vosberg heard a truck rolling across the deserted pier upon which his refurbished shipping container sat. He heard it park outside and went for his Uzi before rushing to the front entrance. He cracked it open and peered out, where he saw a dark figure stepping down from the vehicle. The shape grew more familiar as it came over to where he emerged.
“Can I come in?”
“You must be nuts,” Dale opened the door and allowed the Nightcrawler entry. “Every shitbird in the City's gunning for you.”
“Seven million big ones,” the vigilante nodded. “I was kinda hoping you wouldn't take a shot at it.”
“Yeah, well,” Dale put his Uzi down on a nearby work table. “Seven mil doesn't go all that far in this economy. My s**t would stink among the boys in blue if I made that move. I prefer
