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!