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.