Chapter FourteenDale Vosberg heard the knock on his super-sized storage container and quickly snatched his Uzi before cautiously heading for the entrance. His clients normally called before they visited, so he had no idea as to what to expect. He cracked the door slowly before pushing it open, then broke into a triangle stance and let his barrel do the pointing before venturing forth.
“Cool technique,” he heard the electronic voice and trained his g*n muzzle on the top of the container. He barely suppressed a chuckle as he saw the Nightcrawler lying atop the precipice as a classical art model.
“Get down from there, asshole,” Dale looked around for interlopers as the vigilante swung through the entrance and walked into the container. He slammed the door loudly behind him.
“Well, I wouldn
