BRAWL!

The fight lasted almost an hour destroying most of the house I had known these past years since I came to this city. I can still feel his claws digging into my back. Our battle had raged across my make-shift lab for nearly ten minutes with neither of us achieving the upper hand before I noticed his weakness. The difference in our facial structure while allowing for greater peripheral vision on his part allows for a slight blind spot whenever an opponent was directly in front of him. While he compensated fairly well by always moving that god damned giant head of his, I managed to take advantage of this blind spot by always dancing to the center of his line of sight. Two vicious and devastating blows to the side of his neck strain the powerful muscles restraining his muscle movement and thus improving my advantage. We were both tiring at this point, I knew Crock knew it too because his remarks and cocky demeanor have vanished leaving only silence. I could feel myself slowly starting to overwhelm King Crock as the fight progressed, all those nights of running along rooftops or dirty streets have definitely been worth it. I got overconfident at one point and felt the burning hot pain as the beast's claws ripped through my shirt and strafed my ribs. Suddenly the door to my house is blown apart, literally the entire frame is reduced to splinters of wood. A maniacal laugh can be heard, "Guess whose back!"

Henchmen Suck

Don't they ever get tired of taking a beating? IF there's one thing that I'm sick of its the constant cycle of defeating henchmen. No matter how many times they have failed before an evil villain will continue to send them again and again. It's as if they've never read a single comic book, don't they understand that no name nobodies have no chance against the super hero. I'm so sick of these amateur criminals. That was four of Crock's men who were banging down below; stupid fools were loudly trying to break into my neighbors apartment; couldn't even trouble to at least get the adress right. Being that I took them from behind three of them were incapacitated by the time the fourth spun around and shot at the air where I had just been standing. Before he know's it he is unconscious and I am out a window leaving my elderly neighbor to discover the four thugs bodies and call the police. The colonel is feeling better and says he is ready to go, either he's lying or he tough as nails, either way we both have to get out of here and now. I'm just going to run back up to my office and grab the file for this investigation, Can't start all over after how hot this trail has gotten. I'm halfway out of the room before my nose detects a foreign smell, something that was entirely out of place in my old house, and then I hear it. The voice is slimy and wet, "I knew you couldn't miss my particular stench George. Those men were just to distract you while I got here!" The hulking form of a crocodile slides out from his hiding place, the ancient oak dresser that had been a purchase of mine years ago. When I had bought it I never thought gigantic killer intelligent crocodiles would hide behind it. There's no getting out of this one I think to myself, I have to fight him now and be done with it. "What do you want crock?" I slowly edge to the right hoping to get to a place in the room where my back is not to the door; who knows when more of his men may show up. "Nothing. I just want you to stop doing that thing you do, Nighthawk." I smirk, "You know that's not going to happen crock!" Having made my way to the large desk I quickly hurl the heavy metal paper weight at my opponent, striking him in the head the four pound piece of steel makes his reel back. It's then when I hit him in the chest with a flying kick across the room propelling his massive frame back through the antique dresser shattering the large doors. "I wouldn't do that if I were you HAWK!" He screamed as he charged me across the room claws out with his black fangs bared.

The Colonel Comes A Calling

It looks like I won't have to spend a whole lot of time searching out this mysterious Colonel. He appeared at my door in the middle of the night with a vicious wound which seemed to be a bite of some kind. "Crock," was all he managed to get out before falling face forward into my arms. how he knew my address or real identity will be revealed later, but as for now I have begin to get ready for the move to one of my many safe houses. I've destroyed all the necessary files and hard drives and anything that could possibly link me to my alter ego. The real world must not know my true identity and whoever found it out must be found before they cause any more harm and damage to our great city. After some serious detective work I begin hearing rumors of some nefarious scientist working with gamma radiation on reptiles in the southeast. The funny part of the story was one of his geckos or lizard apparently got the best of him after an experiment killed him and escaped. This can't be a coincidence obvious King Crock must be related to the scientists experiments, what else could explain the intelligence and upright stature of King Crock. The Colonel has barely regained consciousness, he is still slightly impaired due to the anesthesia I gave him when i stitched up his wound. One of the perks of being a superhero is after stitching yourself up for the thousandth time your pretty good with the old needle and thread. Time to hear what the Colonel has to say and then hopeful he will be well enough to transport to the safe house. My emergency alarm has just been triggered. I hear banging downstairs. Someone is coming through the door. I hear banging!

Colonel Briggham!

I think the Colonel may have been framed. It's only a hunch, but then again I make very good hunches. I did a little snooping around and it turns out that not only was the Colonel a high ranking military figure, but Briggham has also used his standings to parlay himself the post of top adviser to Stimulcorps, a multi-billion dollar defense corporation in the employ of the US Government. Through my contacts in the press I managed to discover that Briggham was scheduled to testify against Stimulcorps later this week on charges of war profiteering and war crimes. His testimony could have shut down the entire company. It's no small wonder that this man is now linked to a bomber while armed men roam the halls of his house. It's entirely possible that Colonel Briggham is the one man who has the answers i need; its just too bad no one knows where he is. Still no explanation on King Crock, have to wait on the tests to come back. Looks like I have something to do instead of wait around for DNA results, lets go find our missing Colonel.

What is going on?

First it was a bomber, then a corrupt military figure, and now somehow a freak in a trench coat has muscled his way into the situation. I managed to stitch myself back together upon returning home from my encounter with King Crock. He really had some sharp claws; they tore right through my Kevlar, never seen anything like it. Somehow its all connected, if only I could piece it together. The general Is obviously selling the explosives to our mad bomber, that's the easy part. But how or why a giant intelligent crocodile has gotten involved or maybe even is the criminal mastermind behind all of this terror. I'm running computer analysis tests on a fragment of the beast's nail he managed to get stuck in my back and hoping that will come back with some clues. Perhaps there is some scrap of DNA left that might be able to tie this King back to either his home or whoever created him. The general worries me however, why would a high ranking man sell or give explosives to a terrorist. What did he have to gain that could have been worth so much loss? It confounds the crap out of me. Lets hope the DNA results come back with some sort of results that prove somewhat helpful.

Bored

A hospital burned down, a bank was robber, the mayor was kidnapped. Too bad I've been too busy struggling with technology full of bugs otherwise maybe I could have had some fun fighting crime this weekend. It is a shame when technology keeps the valiant crime-fighters inside away from the streets. I call this technology Sophie.