Briggham's Penthouse

What a night. I woke up a complete mess. If not for the balcony, which I found myself lying on, I would have surely plummeted to my death. I figure I've been unconscious for about three hours as it's almost dawn. The Briggham place was a setup from the beginning, I Should have known that it was too easy, the moment I walked in the place erupted in a firefight. I'm not one to use guns, however the safest and most effective way to incapacitate a gunman in my opinion is a gun of your own, unfortunately for me I found myself without a gun at this moment. I threw out one of my custom made pepper bombs, a personal favorite of mine, into the midst of the gunmen. This had the effect of making the men firing there weapons angrier and also blind. Not the best of combination. After a minute or so of blind shooting on there parts two of there men lay down while several of the remaining were wiping tears from their eyes. I wasn't really worried, guns can be dangerous, but training and preparedness along with the armor i wear under my costume usually allow for me to beat the gunmen. The ONE thing is DIDN'T expect was to be charged and clawed by what seemed to be a seven foot crocodile wearing a black leisure suit with matching fedora, shouting I'm King CROCK! This really did catch me by surprise. What started with a bit of good detective work in solving a case of government sponsored terrorism has quickly unraveled into a comic book mess. So now I'm bleeding and stunned and have to fend off a giant intelligent crocodile along with the two remaining henchmen. A quick roundhouse kick along connects with both of their faces quickly making it a two person fight. I didn't know how to fight a crocodile; so i tried to see how tough he was, i fire my grappling hook into his chest attempting to stun him. Not only does this seem to not hurt him it rather seems to incense him onwards, with a bellow that no human could make he grabbed my grappling gun and crushes it between his hand as if it were a piece of paper he was crumpling up. With that I felt the claws of his massive hands dig into me as he picked me up and threw me through a window, not cleanly of course but so my body managed to take out good sized chuncks out of the masonry on either side as i went. I lost consciousness around then and remember little more. It seems now in addition to a Mad Bomber, A high ranking officer in the US army, I now have to add a gigantic crocodile who goes by the name of King Crock. This just keeps getting better and better. Time to rest and lick my wounds. More on the situation when I find something about this crocodile or the whereabouts of Mr. Briggham.