Last point, though it is probably unnecessary; Cyberhawk is a character in the process of being created and already has a futre planned out, at least to a point. His primary developement is nowhere near finished, so please don't use him in any stories. Thank you.
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      David Xanatos had found that of late he had come to hate sunset.
      The young billionaire sat in his office at the top of the Aerie building, his chair turned away from his desk, allowing him to cast his gaze through the large window at the back of the room. The last rose-red light of the day still lit the sky, but the sun itself was already hidden behind the towering cityscape of New York, and would soon pass below the horizon itself. And with that final passage, the gargoyles would awaken. 
      It was not that he bore them any real animosity; in fact, he was forced to admit that he had a certain, strange fondness for them. They had their uses, truth be told. They served his ends quite often, despite the fact that they had managed to escape his custody. He was even in debt to them in certain ways; without their intervention, he would have lost Fox through his own machinations, a thought that still had the power to send a chill through him. Even when the Gargoyles' actions interfered with his plans, the damage they did was never enough to severely hinder him, and he could hardly fault them for taking action against someone who had so often worked towards their detriment. People would fight their enemies; it was pointless to hate them for doing so. It was not hatred or anger that he felt towards them, but rather annoyance, a sense of frustration that dug deeply into him.
      He lacked control.
      He had always sought control, and since the arrival of the ancient coin in the mail so many years ago, he had possessed the power to gain it. Every obstacle fell before him; he had risen with ease through the business world, his intelligence allowing him to out-think and out-maneuver those around him. Soon he had become one of the richest men in the country, and his prestige and influence had opened door after door for him. Those doors that did not open for him he opened on his own through whatever means necessary. But the gargoyles had changed that.
      They had been his doing, truthfully. Without him, they would still be nothing more than decorations on a crumbling Scottish castle. He had brought them back into the world on his terms. He had dictated the early course of their new lives, acting as the only one in this new world that knew them and would help them. At least that was how he had planned it. None of them were stupid, but none possessed an intelligence to match his own. By all rights, he should have had no trouble dealing with them. However, they surprised him at every turn, out-thought him, maneuvered around him. Even their assistance with Fox had in the end been voluntary; his own manipulations had fallen flat. They saw through his plans, and defeated the ones that managed to work. Again and again, they broke through where he had expected them to fall. His constant failure to control them was beginning to grate on him.
      Xanatos sighed to himself as he swung this chair around to face his desk again. His fingers dashed across the keyboard as he called up some of the more recent reports that he had requested. While most activities were handled by Owen or another of a faceless sea of underlings, Xanatos made it a point to try a keep a general idea of what was going on in the company. Keep his fingers on the pulse, so to speak.
      He was interrupted from his studies a short time later by a sharp knock on the office door, followed almost immediately by Owen's stiff figure. 
      "Excuse me, sir, I don't mean to interrupt, but something rather interesting has arisen."
      "No bother. I wasn't really doing anything important. What's happened?"
      "A man arrived in the lobby several minutes ago requesting to see you. Normally security would have simply turned him away, but he was quite insistent. He demanded that they contact you. The guard at the front desk put in a call to me and I spoke with the man. He refused to leave a name, but he supplied the name of one of our outside projects and claimed to have brought information concerning it."
      "Did he now.  Which project?"
      "The Cyberhawk project, sir, under Dr. Havelock Centaro."
      Xanatos nodded in recollection. "Ah, yes, I remember him, the cyberneticist. I had almost given up hope on him ever completing the project. Did the man give you any other information?"
      "I am afraid he refused to tell me more before he could talk with you."
      "I suppose I'd better meet this mysterious messenger of his, then. Where is he?"
      "I had him brought up to the castle. He is waiting for you in the Great Hall."
      "Well, let's not keep him waiting." Walking around the desk, Xanatos walked out the door with Owen falling into step beside him. As they walked down the halls, he spoke up again. "I can't help but wonder what has taken the good doctor so long to bring us any news of his project. I would have expected him to have already completed it by now; the Pack's cybernetic enhancements took only a fraction of this time. I can only hope that the finished product warrants both the time and expense."
      "I do not doubt that it will, sir. I has researched many of Dr. Centaro's past works; he deserves his reputation as the best in the field."
      A few moments later, the stepped through a final door and into the Great Hall and Xanatos finally got to see the messenger.
      He was Caucasian and fairly young, not looking a year over twenty-four. He stood tall, several inches over six feet, and had a head of slightly unruly dark brown hair. His right arm was outstretched as he ran his hand down one of the many hanging tapestries. He wore black leather gloves and a long, dark-gray trench coat. Though the coat obscured much of his figure, he seemed to have a solid build. He seemed to hear their approach and turned to meet them with a smile. 
      Xanatos found himself having to suppress a small shudder. The man's smile held all the warmth of a glacier and his gaze seemed to almost bore into him with analytical intensity. The man stepped away from the wall and walked to meet them, extending his hand to Xanatos.
      "It is good to finally meet you, Mr. Xanatos," he said as he took Xanatos' hand in a firm handshake. "I have heard so much about you from Dr. Centaro. You were most generous in your dealings with him."
      "Gladly so," replied Xanatos, slightly surprised. Despite the man's cold expression, he seemed ready to conduct himself with all courtesy. "I must say, though, that I don't understand why exactly you are here. Dr. Centaro has never so much as called with a progress report. Why now has he actually sent someone to report to us?"
      "I regret to inform you that dear Dr. Centaro has passed away. I'm afraid that his health has been in a downward spiral since his son was killed by those creatures."
      Xanatos felt a sinking feeling in his chest, caused not so much by sadness at the doctor's passing as from the realization that he might just has blown millions on a project that would never be finished. "That is indeed regrettable. But even that you could have told us over the phone. You didn't happen to bring the project to New York with you? Having whatever has been completed would help me to recoup some of the loss."
      "Oh, fear not, Mr. Xanatos," the man replied, a hint of humor creeping into his voice. "The project was completed before the doctor's death, he made sure of that. I have come to deliver it you."
      "How kind of you. If you would just tell us where it is, we can take whoever it is off your hands immediately."
      "That will hardly be necessary. That 'whoever' is already here," he said as his cold smile slid into an equally cold grin, his amusement now fully evident.
      It took Xanatos only a fraction of a second to catch his meaning. "You?"
      "You sound surprised."
      "I am given the time and money that went into this project, I was expecting something a little more, well, impressive," Xanatos replied, waving his hand at the man's all-too-human appearance.
      The man chuckled. "Don't worry Mr. Xanatos, I am much more than what I seem. In fact, my ability to blend in is one of my most effective weapons."
      "Well then, I hope you can live up to your claims. Do you have a name?"
      The man's smile wavered for a second, twitching at the edges, before his face regained its amused expression. "Cyberhawk will suffice."
      Xanatos frowned slightly. Something about the man seemed off, but he could not quite place his finger on what it was. "Very well. So, Cyberhawk, when exactly can you begin your work?"
      "I intend to start right away." 
      "Excellent. You will be coordinating mainly with Owen, but …"
      Cyberhawk raised his hand to stop him. "I'm afraid that I, like the doctor, will be working independently on this one, at least for now. If my current plans fall through, I will have to come back to you for help, but otherwise, I will act alone. My visit here was merely to tell you that the project was complete and to inform you of my intentions."
      Xanatos frowned again, letting some of the annoyance and anger that he felt show on his face. "I must say, after pouring so much capital into this project, I expected to be a little more in the loop than this. Dealing with the gargoyles is a rather high priority for me, and if this project ... you … cannot deliver on your promises, all that I have invested in your creation can be written off as a complete loss. I may be a rich man, but I did not acquire my fortune by allowing my money to be wasted."
      Cyberhawk chuckled, obviously amused by Xanatos' annoyance, causing another wave of anger to rise within the billionaire. "I'm afraid that I must remain adamant on this point, Mr. Xanatos. Given my skills and method of operation, I can only be completely effective if I am allowed free reign. Not my fault; its part of the design that the good doctor used. And though I really have not made any real promises so far, I can say with certainty that you will be pleased with the results of this particular project."
      This time it was Xanatos' turn to smile. "You sound fairly confident of your success."
      His accusation was met with yet another chuckle as Cyberhawk drew his amused smile back into a wicked grin that sent a shiver up Xanatos' spine. "I assure you, my confidence is not unfounded. Give me one week, and I guarantee that the entirety of the Manhattan clan will be under your control once more."

****

      "Well, Owen, what do you think of our latest … acquisition?" asked Xanatos as the two men re-entered his office, Cyberhawk having already gone his own way, back out into the city.
      Xanatos' ever-proper assistant took a moment to collect his thoughts as he adjusted his glasses on his nose. "I must say that my feeling are mixed, sir. The man himself left me with a rather negative impression, pertaining to both his character and his sanity. On the other hand, he had a certain air about him that leads me to believe that he might be ideal for dealing with the gargoyles."
      "I must say that I agree with you, on both counts," replied Xanatos as he settled into his chair, turning once again to face out over the city. "There are very few people who make me feel genuinely uncomfortable, but our Cyberhawk already does. But as you said, he might be what we need." He sighed and leaned backwards into the padding. "I can't say I like being so far from the actual planning, but perhaps this is a time where one has to give up some control to gain more elsewhere."
      "One can only hope so, sir," responded Owen, as the last traces of red disappeared from the evening sky.

 **** 

      Elisa Maza took a short step back, hastily trying to avoid the stone shards that bounced off her red leather jacket. She remonstrated herself in her mind; she had been through this little ritual enough times to know to not get too close. The evening air was filled with the sounds of guttural roars and cracking stone as the Manhattan clan of gargoyles awoke around her. She had said it once and it still rang true; she would never 
get tired of seeing that.
      Nearest to her Goliath turned towards her, shaking his wings to free the last traces of stone skin before settling them into a cape over his shoulders. Upon seeing her standing there, his mouth turned upward into a warm smile as he stepped down onto the clocktower's balcony. "Elisa, it is good to see you again. It has been several days since you greeted us as we awoke. Is something wrong?"
      She returned his smile with one just as warm as she replied. "No, I just had some free time. It's been a slow shift so far. Sorry I haven't been up recently, but Matt and I have just been finishing up a serious case. I would've stopped by before sunrise yesterday, but I was caught by paperwork until past nine. Tonight's been a welcome change of pace." She looked down the line of gargoyles in front of her and raised her 
eyebrow questioningly. "Where's Broadway? Didn't he make it back last night?"
      Lexington relaxed from a back-arching stretch and turned to her. "Nah, but that's not really a surprise. There was an all-night marathon of old detective movies at a theater across town. He told us he'd probably just find a place to sleep over. He didn't want to miss a single minute."
      Elisa frowned. "Is that really safe?"
      Lex shrugged. "He's done it before. Anyway, Xanatos is the only one looking for us, and I doubt he'd think to look on the roof of an old movie theater. Broadway'll be fine."
      Brooklyn was shaking his head as he stepped down from his perch, a look of mock confusion on his face. "I really don't know what he sees in those things; they're all the same." He grinned at Elisa. "It's really your fault," he joked. "If you hadn't been a detective, he probably wouldn't have gotten stuck on them." 
      She cocked an eyebrow at the red gargoyle, returning his grin. "He could do worse."
      "You need not worry, Elisa," said Goliath. "We appreciate you just as you are."
      "Thanks for the vote of confidence, big guy."
      To her left Hudson grunted as he settled himself onto the balcony floor. "Aye, just ignore the young ones, lass. They do not yet have the wisdom of age that we adults do." The aged warrior turned to Lexington and Brooklyn. "If ye see Broadway while ye're out on patrol, remind the lad that he is on duty as well tonight. Now ye'd better be off; the night nay be getting any younger."
      Brooklyn let out an exasperated sigh as he stepped back up onto the balustrade, earning him a stern glare from Hudson. "No rest for the weary I suppose."
      Lexington stepped up with him, grinning impishly. "Guess not. This protecting business is serious work, after all," he said, winking at Elisa. "We'll catch you guys later." With that, the small green gargoyle leapt, spreading his arms and legs to open his webbed wings, followed closely by Brooklyn. 
      Hudson shook his head as he watched the two young warriors disappear around a building. "Sometimes I cannae believe I was ever that young." Turning, he reached down to pet the head of Bronx who had come up beside his and pressed eagerly up into the hand on his head. "If ye will excuse me, there's a program coming on that I've been meaning to watch."  With that, he retreated thorough the face of the clock to the living 
quarters beyond. 
      Elisa turned back to Goliath. "You staying in, too?"
      "Yes. The past few nights have been busy for us as well, and I was looking forward to a quiet night to relax in the library."
      "Would you mind a little company? I don't have to meet up with Matt again for a while, and there really isn't much for me to be doing right now."
      He smiled down on her again. "As always, Elisa, your company would be most welcome."

****

      Broadway's awakening roar turned quickly into a deep yawn as the last of his stone skin fell from his body. Smiling broadly, he hopped down from his perch onto the roof of the old movie theater. Squatting down, he reached under the eve to pick up the trenchcoat and fedora hat that he hidden there the previous evening. He was always careful not to wear them when he went to sleep; he'd torn one trenchcoat badly waking 
up, and had been forced to abandon a hat that had fallen down into a sidewalk full of people. He knew that he really didn't have to bring the outfit with him, since no one would actually see him there, but it always made him feel more comfortable at the theater, more in tune with the shows. Brooklyn and even Lex had chided him more than once about both the outfit and his little obsession, but they just didn't understand. They 
couldn't grasp the little nuances that were in each movie. It was a pity, though; he would have liked to have someone to watch them with. 
      He'd tucked the outfit under his arm and was about to jump off the roof when he heard the metal door at the top of the stairwell rattle. Normally, this would have made him depart immediately, but there was certain frantic quality to the noise, as if the person was desperate to get the door open as quickly as possible. To add to that, the person on the other side was cursing at the sticky handle with a passion. Broadway took several steps toward the door before it exploded open, a young man dashing through in a dead run, his eyes so intent on the stairwell he'd just departed that he collided with Broadway going full tilt. The blue gargoyle wasn't shaken at all, but the man rebounded hard, falling backwards with another curse.
      Broadway's arm flashed out, grabbing the man by the front of his heavy jacket, catching him before he fell on his back. He drew him up and set him back solidly on his feet. The man shook his head to clear it, and then took a look at whom he'd run into. His eyes shot open as wide as they would go as another strangled curse rose from his throat. His arms pinwheeled as he tried to step backwards and tripped over his own feet, forcing Broadway to catch him again. 
      "Y-y-you're one a' those gargoyle!"
      Broadway felt like sighing out loud, but he kept it in. It was the same old thing, every time. At least this guy wasn't calling him a monster. Yet.  "Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you. Whatcha you running from?"
      Something clicked in the man's eyes, an older fear taking precedence over the new one. He swung his body around and pointed back down the stairs. "There's some psycho down in the theater with a gun! He's swinging it around, yelling about how he's gonna kill somebody! He's got the front doors barricaded up, but I thought that I might be able to jump across to another roof, get some help, ya know."
      Broadway felt that the man's flight was probably fueled more by self-preservation than heroics, but he couldn't blame him, and right now it did not really matter. His face turned grim and his eyes filled with iron resolve as he moved around the man to get to the stairs. Ever since the time when he accidentally shot Elisa, Broadway had possessed a distinct hatred for guns, and for those that used them he had no mercy. "Go get help if you can. Try and call the cops if you find a phone. I'm going to go see what I can do to help downstairs." Setting his shoulders, he started down.
      He'd only gotten down one stair when he felt a sharp penetrating sensation in the back of his neck. Reaching up, he felt the small welt now there. With a quizzical expression, he turned to look back through the door and was able to make out the small injection gun in the man's hand and the icy grin on his face before cold darkness rolled forward to envelope his mind.

****

      Goliath's worried frown grew deeper with each passing minute. Hints of red were already visible along the horizon, and there was still no sign of Broadway. Tension appeared to roll off him, and it seemed to Elisa that he was ready to leap from his perch despite the approaching sunrise. Shaking his head, he let a growl of frustration issue from his throat. "Where could he be? One day away I can understand, but two…and without 
telling us where he would be….  He knows better than this. Something is wrong."
      Hudson sighed in agreement. "Aye, lad, this bodes ill indeed."
      Goliath turned to address Brooklyn and Lex. "You are certain you do not know what could have happened?"
 Brooklyn shrugged, a look of worried guilt on his face. "We did a fly-by of the theater but we didn't see him on the roof. We figured he'd just gone out on patrol already."
      "There weren't any signs of a struggle that we noticed," chimed in Lex. "We could stop by again tomorrow night, take another look around."
      "I do not like waiting that long." Goliath turned again to face Elisa. "Elisa, could you look during the day, to see if you can find any clues as to where he might be?"
      "You have to ask?" she replied, moving her hand as if to wave his worries away. "I'll hook up with Matt and head on down to the theater, see if anyone saw anything."
      "My thanks, Elisa. You are a true friend." He turned back to watch the horizon as the sun finally rose. The first rays cast themselves across the face of the clock and with a with a sound like crinkling ice Goliath turned to stone, a worried expression set on his now frozen face.
      Elisa gave a worried sigh of her own as she walked through the door and down the steps to the gargoyles home. As much as she hated to admit it, Goliath was right. Broadway could be absent-minded at times, but he knew better than stay out without checking in first, especially after having already spent one day away from the clocktower. Though she hoped that nothing was wrong, she knew it was probably wishful thinking. 
      Listening at the door, she made sure that she couldn't hear anyone talking or walking around before she pushed up the stairs and stepped out into the hall. She didn't want people wondering what was so interesting about an old clocktower, and in a building full of detectives, even the smallest thing might get people asking questions. 
     She'd learned her lesson with Matt, and though he had turned out to be a good friend to the gargoyles, the more people that knew they lived here the greater the chance that Xanatos might hear about it. Speaking of Matt, she'd have to hurry if she was going to catch him before his shift ended. Even if he wasn't able to come along to search for Broadway, he'd want to know what was going on. He got along with Broadway better 
than any of the others in the clan, Broadway's love of detection meshing well with Matt's paranoid view of the world. Matt had even given Broadway his old trenchcoat to replace the one that had been shredded during the Silver Falcon case.
      Noise enveloped Elisa as she entered the station's main squad room. Shouting voices and the rustling of papers filled the air as the night shift prepared to depart for home and the morning shift came to take their place. Elisa wove her way speedily through the crowd, acknowledging the various greetings and goodbyes from her colleagues. She reached her desk quickly and just in time to see Matt donning his coat and hat across the aisle. 
      "Hey, Matt, you got a second?"
      "Sure, partner. What's up?"
      "Nothing good." She proceeded to fill Matt in on the details of what was going on, watching his face turn grim. "I was going to head out and take a look around, check to see if anyone near the theater saw or heard anything last night that might give us a clue as to what might have happened to Broadway. Do you want come along?"
      Matt nodded. "I'm not doing anything too important today, at least nothing that I can't put off. And anyway, if we're going up against something that can take down a gargoyle, you'll need someone to watch your back."
      "Thanks for the vote of confidence." She waved off his apologetic look quickly. "Don't worry, I understand, and what's more, I agree. It'll be good to have some backup. Glad to have you along partner. C'mon, I'm driving."
      It took them almost half and hour to get across town in the morning traffic, but they finally arrived at the theater. Elisa looked it over as she got out of the car. It was an older building, only a couple of stories high, but the paint on the walls was new and it looked as if the owners worked hard to keep the place in shape. An old-fashioned marquee stood unlit above the main door, proclaiming the showing of various classic films. The sign for the detective movie marathon had already been taken down. She scanned the part of the rooftop that she could see for Broadway, but he was nowhere to be seen. She walked through the alleyways beside the building, checking the sides and back of the building, but found nothing. She came back to the street and joined Matt by the main door.
      "Any sign of him?" asked her partner.
      She shook her head. "None. Is there any chance that we can get inside?"
      "Probably not. The doors are all locked, and it doesn't look like anyone's in right now; the place doesn't open until the afternoon. And even if we could, we couldn't get to the upper floor or roof without questions being asked that we couldn't really answer."
      Elisa gave a sigh of resignation. "All right then. If we don't find anything today, I'll ask they guys to check it out up there. Let's ask around the neighborhood and see if anyone noticed anything out of the ordinary last night. Who knows, something might turn up."

****

      The noises of the city rose to Brooklyn's ears muffled by the wind rushing around him. Catching a draft of warm air rising from between two buildings, he gained a little altitude and changed his course a bit, angling in the direction of the old theater. The gnawing sensation in his gut that had started at sunset was still there. He'd desperately hoped that Elisa and Matt would have been able to find Broadway during the day, and 
that the situation would simply have turned out to be some big mistake. The fact that they hadn't even found a clue as to his possible location, or to what might have happened to him, made him extremely worried. To make matters worse, he couldn't help but feel somewhat guilty for not taking things more seriously earlier. As second in command of the clan, he couldn't help but feel that he should have been able to do something to 
prevent what was going on. Now it had come down to a simple scouring of the city in hopes that they could find some sign of their friend before dawn came again. 
     Elisa was on duty again, but she and Matt had split up and were doing their best to cover ground in their cars, checking the scanner for additional information. Hudson and Bronx were staying at the clocktower in the increasingly unlikely event that Broadway found his way home on his own. Goliath was out on alone, keeping in contact with the radio transmitter. Brooklyn glanced to the side where Lex was flying beside him; the two of them were supposed to check out the rooftop of the theater for any clues they could find, then report in on their own transmitters and split up in order to cover a greater area. 
     He wished that he had more hope for the venture, but the chances that would find anything useful seemed slim to him. Whatever had happened to Broadway, it had happened quickly and quietly enough that even the combined minds of Elisa and Matt had been unable to find even the slightest clue after a day of searching. He felt in his gut that this was one of those times where the clan would end up reacting more to situations than dictating them, being swept along with whatever plans people had for them. While they had always survived such times before, Brooklyn couldn't help but hate the feeling that everything was out of his control.
     "You okay, Brooklyn?"
     Lex's question shook Brooklyn out of his reverie. "Yah, I was just thinking. What's up?"
     "We're almost there," replied the green gargoyle, pointing down to one of the buildings below. Brooklyn could just barely make out the glow of the marquee on the front. "Should we tell the others?"
     "Nah, let's see if we can find anything first. The last thing they need is a pointless chatter." Flexing his wings, Brooklyn set himself into a slow, spiraling dive towards the roof of the theater, Lexington close behind him. They came in to land over the neighboring buildings so that the people on the street wouldn't see them, touching down on the left side of the roof near raised doorway that led to the floors below. Brooklyn 
took a quick look around the roof, and then stepped around the raised doorway to check behind it. He gave a depressed sigh. "Elisa was right, he's not up here. We should head out, start checking the rest of the city."
     The smaller gargoyle gave him a stern look. "We can't just leave without looking around a bit. We have to see if there are any clues here that might tell us what might have happened to Broadway. This is pretty much the only place Elisa and Matt couldn't get to during their search, so it might be our best chance to get a handle on things."
     Brooklyn nodded. "You're right. Okay, I'll search the upper floors for anything I can find. You go over the roof with a fine tooth comb, and then join me downstairs. Clue-finding more your thing, so make sure you come down before we leave." He had turned and had his hand on the doorknob when something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head and pointed at an object near the forward eve of the building. "Hey Lex, is that what I think it is?"
     The small gargoyle's gaze turned to follow Brooklyn's and his eyes went wide when he saw what the red gargoyle was pointing at. "That's Broadway's hat!" Going down on all fours, Lex began bounding towards the beaten-up fedora. "There's no way that he--"
     Lexington's sentence was cut short as his words turned into a howl of pain as he was suddenly wreathed in electrical sparks. The blue light danced across his skin as his backed arched and his head shot back, his eyes and mouth wide open. Then, just as quickly as it had started, the electrocution apparently stopped, and Lex went limp, collapsing down to the roof.
     Shaking off the astonishment he felt, Brooklyn took a quick step towards his fallen rookery brother, but pulled up short. All around the hat on the roof was a mesh of incredibly fine wire, about ten feet square. It had been hidden before in the gravel that covered the roof, but Lex's spasms had shaken it loose from its cover. Lex had set it off somehow when he had stepped on it, but the charge had apparently spent itself. Brooklyn 
hurried over and knelt beside Lexington's still form reaching down to check for a pulse.
     "There's really no need for that. I can guarantee you that he's still alive. I'm supposed to collect you all first."
     Brooklyn spun at the sound of the new voice, rising quickly and easily into a fighting stance, his talons extended and wings extended, the white glow of his eyes giving his snarling face a truly monstrous cast, ready to spring into action.
     The figure before him seemed entirely unimpressed. He was a normal looking human, draped in a long gray coat, and stood directly in front of the door to the stairwell, which now stood completely open. He gave a smile at Brooklyn's appearance, one that was decidedly not normal and sent a chill down Brooklyn's spine. "I must say, luck really been with me so far. Spotting the fat one up here when he slept, and now two of you 
where I expected only one. This is turning out to be far easier than I originally expected it to be."
     "Don't act so smug, buddy. Just getting me here doesn't mean you've won. You might have gotten Broadway and Lexington, but you don't have the element of surprise anymore, and I won't go down easy."
     The man just smiled again. "Of course not." He spread his arms out to the sides, gloved hands open with empty palms facing upwards. "But just to help you out anyway, I'll let you make the first move. Unless you're afraid too, of course."
     Brooklyn hesitated, and the man's smile widened with a self-satisfied chuckle. 
     With an enraged snarl, Brooklyn dug his talons in to the roof and sprang forward, wings pulled in and arms extended, his claws reaching for his enemy. The expression on the man's face never changed, but at the last second he to dodged to the side, sliding effortlessly out of the way, and bringing his right hand forward towards the oncoming gargoyle.
     Seeing that he was going to miss his prey, Brooklyn tried to dig in his talon and turn towards the man again. He found purchase on the roof, but instead of stopping, he found himself thrown against the doorframe of the stairwell. The impact drove the air from his lungs in a single gush as he slumped into a heap on the roof. He tried to right himself by grabbing the doorframe as he gasped for breath, but his limbs felt like lead and would barely respond. As his head tilted down, he saw a dart of some sort sticking out from his chest. He couldn't even remember having felt it hit him. With considerable effort, Brooklyn brought his head up, his eyes sliding across the roof to find his adversary.
     The man was still standing off the side where he had dodged to. He was shaking his head as he returned what looked like a small dart gun to a wrist holster inside the sleeve of his coat. "Really, after all that bluster I expected a bit of a better showing from you." He looked down at the struggling gargoyle and smiled. "Don't bother trying to fight it, its quite useless. Not as strong a dose as what I used on your fat friend, but one 
must make concessions for range."
     "W-Who…are you?"
     The man's only response was another enigmatic grin as me stepped forward and drove his fist into Brooklyn's face.

****

      Hudson was leaning of the stone railing of the clocktower, watching the night sky, when the transmitter around his neck chirped again and Elisa's voice came out. 
      "You there, Hudson?"
      Reaching down, Hudson brought the microphone to his mouth. "Aye, I'm here, lass."
      There was a pause and a burst of static before Elisa responded. "I guess it's too much to hope that you've heard anything."
      Hudson sighed. "Sorry lass, I havnae heard a word from anyone since the last time ye called me. I hate tae say it, but I don't think the boys will be callin' in at all."
      "It's looking that way, isn't it. Damn it, we shouldn't have split up like this, we're too vulnerable in small groups. Half of you guys are gone and we don't even know what it is that we're up against."
      "I agree, but what are we ta do about it?"
      "Regroup. Matt's tied up with a robbery across town, but I'll give Goliath a call and we'll meet you back there at the clocktower. Maybe together we'll have a chance to fight back against whoever it is that's picking us off one by one."
      "Goliath is nae gonna like that. The lad won't want to call off the search while part of the clan is still missing."
      "I'll talk him into it; he's got to see the logic in this. We're too weak right now, and somebody's taking advantage of that. If we don't pull together now, there might not be anyone left to find the others."
      Hudson sighed and shook his head. "I'm nae arguin' with ye, lass. I don't like it any more than Goliath will, but ye speak sense. I'll wait here for the two of ye."
      "Thanks Hudson. I'll try to get there as quickly as I can. Talk to you in a bit."
     A click signaled the end of the connection. Hudson took one more dubious look at the small contraption before dropping it to hang from its band again. Talking machines; the things around him still couldn't fail to amaze him. So many new things, so many differences in life…
      "Such a wondrous world, but to tell ye the truth, boy, I think I think I preferred the castle of old," the old gargoyle said, addressing the garg-
beast that lay on the balcony beside him. Bronx brought his head up from where it had rested on his forepaws and gave a little whine. "Things were so much… simpler. We had the castle, and we defended the castle no matter what. That was all we needed to know. Yuir friends were the ones in the castle with ye, and the enemies were the ones beyond the wall, trying ta get in." Hudson looked out over the noisesome metropolis around him. "Aye, back then we had a sanctuary, boy. Back then we at least knew who the enemy was. This would nae have happened then." He sighed as he leaned forward on the railing again.
      Bronx let out another whine, but suddenly cut it short. His webbed ears pricked up, and his head spun towards the doorway back into the clocktower, his face hard and alert. Hudson pushed back off the railing and followed the beast's gaze. "What is it, boy? Is Elisa back already?"
      Bronx leapt up, his feet splayed, hackles up and teeth bared. His eyes took on a fierce white glow as he lowered his head and a menacing growl rose up through his throat.
      "Okay then, not Elisa," muttered Hudson to himself. There was a faint whisper of metal on leather as he drew his sword out from his belt, bringing it forward into a ready position. He had taken one cautious step forward when Bronx let out loud bark of challenge and sprung ahead, disappearing through the door in the clock-face. "Damn it, boy, stop! Don't…!" He stopped short as Bronx's barks were joined by the whine of a charging laser. The glass face of the clock was suddenly lit from within by a red flash, which cut off as instantly as it appeared, but was accompanied by the squeal of a laser shot and a yelp of pain from Bronx. A second later came the distressing sound of flesh impacting with stone, and then silence.
      Cursing under his breath, Hudson went through the doorway in a dead run, coming to a quick stop at the top of the staircase, his lone eye searching the scene in front of him. The lights in the tower were all off, leaving only the moonlight filtering through the clock face to illuminate the gargoyles' home, cloaking most of the room in shadow. 
     Bronx lay unmoving against the side wall, the puckered black wound of a laser strike evident on his chest. The ladder leading to the police station below was lowered, but Hudson could see no one still near. Realizing that he was leaving himself vulnerable to the unseen attacker, Hudson took a quick leap forward and left, dropping towards the floor beside the stone staircase.
      No sooner had he stepped off the platform than another shot went off and a crimson beam of energy passed through the space he had occupied a moment before, puncturing the glass of the clock face behind him. In the momentary illumination of the laser beam he could make out the silhouette of a man in some kind of long coat standing in the far right corner of room, his left arm extended upwards towards the old gargoyle. 
     Before he could see more, though, he landed on the floor, the stone stairway now blocking the line of sight between him and the attacker. Leaning back against the stairs, he paused to catch his breath, keeping close watch on the back of the room for any sign of movement. Taking a beat to go over the situation in his mind, he found his hopes sinking. He was alone and outgunned, facing off against an opponent who had already proven himself capable of taking down even multiple gargoyles, if Brooklyn and Lexington's fate was indeed what he feared it to be. Bronx was down, at the very least unconscious, possibly worse. All in all, he was left with very little in the way of options to work with. Muttering another curse under his breath, he reached down and turned the transmitter on. 
      "Elisa? Are ye there lass?"
      There was a pause that seemed to last a lifetime before Elisa's voice came back in response. "I'm here, Hudson."
      "Where are ye now?"
      The detective's voice turned worried. "Hudson, I can barely hear you. What's going on, why are you whispering?"
      "I dinnae have the time to talk right now, lass. Where are ye? Where's Goliath?"
      "I'm in my car right now, stuck in traffic. I'm probably about ten, fifteen minutes from the station. Goliath's still across town; there was one last place he wanted to check before meeting up with us. Are you okay, what's going on over there?"
      Hudson let out another curse, his hopes for reinforcements dashed. Neither of them would be able to arrive before the battle ended, and he doubted it would end well. He brought he transmitter up again. "Someone's here; I think it be the same one that took out the lads. Bronx is already down, and I dinnae bet much on my own chances. Dinnae bother coming here, ye'd be too late. Call Goliath, meet with him somewhere else. Maybe the two of ye can…"
      "Chatting with friends in the middle of a fight? I'd think someone of your experience would know better."
      Hudson spun as the figure stepped around the base of the stairs. It was a human male, tall, dressed in a long coat, with a pistol of some sort in his right hand, which he held at arm's length, pointed at the old gargoyle. Cursing his inattentiveness, Hudson sprang forward just as the man pulled the trigger, bringing his sword in a broad sweep at his opponent's torso. He felt a sharp sensation in the center of his chest but finished the 
sweep. The tip of the sword sliced through the leather of the coat, but failed to connect with flesh as the man dodged backwards and to the side, a look of annoyance on his face. 
     The two opponents stepped back from one another, preparing for the next attack. Hudson glanced down at his chest to find a dart of some sort stick out from the dead center of his chest. His thick leather tunic had managed to keep the missile from penetrating too deeply, but he could be his muscles begin to relax and his limbs become heavy as tiny black dots began to appear in his vision. Taking a deep breath, he raised his 
sword double-handed above his head and let loose a thundering war cry as he charged his enemy. Instead of dodging the oncoming attack, the man simply raised his left hand, catching the falling blade in the palm of his hand. With his other hand, he pressed the pistol's muzzle against Hudson's unprotected forearm and pulled the trigger again.
      This time the drug hit Hudson's system like a sledgehammer. He fell to his knees as his sword slipped from his limp fingers and clattered to floor beside him. He fell forward like a toppling tree, the side of his head impacting with the stone of the floor. He tried to move but found himself struggling to even hold onto consciousness. Black-booted feet came into his vision as the man stepped over to look down at him.
      "Don't be too hard on yourself, old man. You gave a good showing of yourself. I can definitely say that you gave me more trouble than any of the others so far." The feet shifted as the man squatted and leaned over to bring his face even with Hudson's. The old gargoyle found himself looking at a cold and cruel smile, topped with eyes as hard as diamonds. "Just go to sleep already. You needn't worry about your leader; I'll deal with him before the night is over." With that the man gave a self-satisfied chuckle and Hudson finally drifted into unconsciousness.

****

      Elisa slammed her fist against the steering wheel and let out a long stream of swears. She'd been trying for the last two minutes to get Hudson to respond on the transmitter, with no success. She'd heard the other person's voice before the call had been cut off, so the fighting had probably started immediately after, meaning it was already over, or would be at any second. Hudson had been right; she'd never make it in time. Traffic was at a dead standstill where she was, an accident of some sort having blocked the street. She sat back and took a few deep breaths, working to calm her nerves so she could think clearly. Okay, first things first. She had to decide quickly what she was going to do next. She was afraid that she was going to have to write Hudson off as a loss for now. Hopefully whoever was after the clan wanted them alive, something that really 
wouldn't surprise her. Xanatos had spared the gargoyles' lives several times before in order to get them in his control. She would have been sure from the start that this was another of the billionaire's schemes, but the style was wrong. This was too calculating, too quiet; even replacing Hudson with a statue had possessed a spark of melodrama that Xanatos couldn't seem to avoid.
      She shook her head and fought to focus again. The identity of the culprit could wait until later. For now she had best take Hudson's advice and warn off Goliath from going to the tower, then meet up with him and try to formulate some new plan of action. He wouldn't like abandoning his former mentor at the tower, but if he went charging like he usually did he'd end up sharing Hudson's fate. Switching to Goliath's frequency, she picked up the microphone again.
      "Goliath, you there?"
      Goliath's voice came back almost immediately, accompanied by a background of wind that meant he was already in the air. "I am here, Elisa. Is something wrong?"
      "Yeah, big time. I just had another call from Hudson. Someone managed to find the clocktower and ambushed him and Bronx. Bronx was already out of the fight by the time Hudson called, and he didn't sound too confident about his own chances."
      "Then we must get there immediately!"
      "No, Goliath, we need to fall back, meet up somewhere and come up with some sort of plan. We can't just..."
      "I will not simply abandon a member of my clan to the enemy, Elisa."
      "This was Hudson's call, big guy. You'd never get there in time to help him, and you'd be useless to him or the others if you get taken out as well."
      "You assume that they are still alive."
      "I'm optimistic. Call it cop instinct, but this feels more like a capture operation than assassination. You'll have a chance to get them back, but not if you play into the hands of whoever it is who's after you guys."
      An aggravated growl rumbled from the speaker. "Very well, I will heed your advice for now. Where shall we meet?"
      "Go to the rooftop of 53rd and Vine. It'll take me a little while to get there in this traffic, but I should be there when you arrive. Got it?"
      "Yes. I will come as quickly as I can." 
     The connection went off with a click and Elisa put the microphone down, returning her attention to traffic. It took her five minutes to fight her way out of the jam onto a side street, and another ten to get over to the building. Pulling her car over to the curb, she got out, locked the doors, and headed to the alley in the back. She had used this building as a meeting spot with the gargoyles before. The building itself was rarely used, and the fire escape in the back provided her with easy access to the roof. Leaping up and catching the bottom rung of the ladder, Elisa hoisted herself up and began her ascent.
     The rooftop was empty when she reached it, and no one answered her calls, so she assumed that Goliath had not arrived yet. The rooftop itself was fairly plain, with a raised section in the middle, heating and ventilation ducts dotting the entire surface. Despite the privacy that the building's disuse provided, she wished some of the heating vents were still in use. The snows had all melted, but spring had yet to arrive and the air still had a sharp bite to it. Hiking up the collar of her jacket against the wind, she exhaled into her clenched hands to warm them up. Rubbing her arms to try and work up some friction, she scanned the night sky above her, hoping that Goliath showed up soon.
     The only warning she had was the faint sound of a step on the concrete behind her. Before she could react, she felt something strike her hard on the base of her neck, setting off a fiery blossom of pain along her spine. A hand grabbed her on the shoulder, spinning her around, and another blow hit her in the gut, doubling her over and driving the air from her lungs with explosive force. A solid shove to her chest sent her toppling 
over backwards. She hit the roof hard and lay on her back for a few seconds, trying to clear her mind, drawing the frigid night air back into her lungs. Opening her eyes, she looked up at her attacker.
     Her detective's mind sprang into action, quickly cataloging him. He was male, mid-twenties, Caucasian, had brown hair, and was little over six feet with a solid build. The feature that grabbed her attention the most though was the laser pistol he had leveled at her. He smiled down at her over the barrel and inclined his head in greeting. "Good evening. Detective Maza, is it not? So good of you to come so quickly."
     "Who are you? What…"
     He shook his head and brought his index finger up to his lips to silence her. "Not now, I'm afraid that we don't have the time for questions. You made very good time, detective, but not that good. I believe your friend is already arriving." He took his eyes off her as he glanced up and to the right. His smile seemed to grow and Elisa's heart sank as the sound of the wind on leathery wings finally reached her ears.

****

      Goliath tried to clear his mind of worry as he began his descent to the building below. Elisa had been right; he did not like this at all. Abandoning a member of his clan to his fate, no matter how little a chance he had of actually helping, seemed wrong to him. Try as he might, the ways of this world were still foreign to him. He had always faced his foes on the field of battle, and no matter what trickery they had employed, he had fought openly and honestly. All this sneaking around, retreating, and scheming was something he simply could not get his mind around, and he doubted he ever would. Yet despite his discomfort with it, he felt himself forced to acknowledge its necessity. His methods from a millennium ago had more than once left him vulnerable in this time, endangering both his own life and the lives his clan, and that was something he found intolerable. Events were spiraling out control around him now, and though a part of his mind screamed at him to make a beeline for the tower and try to save Hudson or avenge his defeat, he put his trust in Elisa's judgment and her assessment of the situation. And even he could see the dangers of flying into could very well be a trap. If falling back and planning his next move was what was needed to save the lives of his clan, then he would do so.
      The gravel on the rooftop crunched beneath his feet as he landed near the edge of the roof. Folding his wings around him like a cloak, he turned, scanning the rooftop for his friend. There was no one around that he could see, but the raised center of the building blocked most of the roof from his sight. It was quite possible that she had indeed arrived before him but was simply hidden from view. Starting around the side, he called out. "Elisa, are you here?"
      "She's over here, gargoyle."
      Goliath spun at the sound of the unfamiliar voice, splaying his feet and balling his hand into fists, but he felt his heart turn to ice at the sight he took in. Elisa stepped around the far corner of the raised section of the roof, directed by a tall man in a long, dark coat. He held a laser pistol in his left hand, pointed steadily at Elisa's back. Directing the detective away from the raised section, he stepped forward to stand beside her, his gun still pointing in her direction. Turning to face Goliath, the man aimed smug smile at the gargoyle. "I'm glad you could join us, Goliath. I've been looking forward to meeting you."
      Ignoring the man, Goliath turned his head worriedly to look at Elisa. "Are you all right?"
      She nodded slightly. "I'm fine. I've only been here for a minute, but Chuckles here was already waiting for me," she replied, inclining her head to indicate the man beside her. 
      The man raised an eyebrow at the comment but his smile did not waver. "Chuckles? Really, detective, a person in your situation should show a little more respect to their captor." The man raised his gun an inch and sighted along the top of the pistol, his eyes hard. "And anyway, the name's Cyberhawk if you need to call me anything." 
      Goliath let out a growl of warning. "Let her go. If you are the one who has been attacking my clan, then your fight is with me."
      Cyberhawk turned his head back to Goliath, his eyes analyzing gargoyles leader for a moment before he responded. "Ms. Maza matters nothing to me one way or the other beyond her use in obtaining you. And to answer the implied question, yes, I am the one who has been hunting your friends down."
      "What have you done to them?"
      "Oh, don't worry, they're fine, at least for now. I only drugged them to facilitate capture and transport," he said, patting a second pistol holstered on his belt. "The laser is just for Ms. Maza. Its not much use to have a hostage if all you're going to threaten them with is unconsciousness." Cyberhawk's smile grew for a moment. "I must say, this entire operation has been much simpler than was anticipated. I gave Xanatos an estimate of a week until completion, and even that was with the possibility that I might have to fall back on his support in order to succeed. But instead, you gargoyles have been very accommodating, lining up one by one to be taken down. Really, much more was expected from you."
      Goliath felt his temper rise at the insult to his clan, but Elisa spoke up before he could respond. "So you're another of Xanatos' goons? Where'd he manage to find you?"
      Cyberhawk's face twitched in a way that way that made Goliath shift his weight for a charge, and by the look on Elisa's face, she found it peculiar as well. It passed in the blink of an eye, though, and his expression returned to one of smiling confidence. "I would hardly consider myself one of Xanatos' usual employees. In truth, my relationship with him is merely one of convenience. It was assumed that I might need his assistance in order to complete the mission, but as I said, I've been able to do quite well on my own. Still," he said with a sigh, "the parameters are set and must be followed. I have to work with him, at least in a limited capacity, and he must be given access to the gargoyles once they are all captured." 
     The odd phrasing caused Goliath's own eyebrows to rise questioningly, but Elisa interjected once more before he had a chance to ask the man what he meant. "If Xanatos hasn't been helping you out so far, how have been able to find us so easily? I can understand Broadway, Brooklyn and Lexington, but how did you find Hudson at the clocktower? And for that matter, how did you know where I was meeting with Goliath, let alone get here before me?"
     As a response, Cyberhawk reached into his coat pocket with his free hand and drew something out. Presenting it at arm's length to the detective, he let it dangle free from his fingers. Goliath heard Elisa swear under her breath before he recognized the item as one of the transmitters that the clan used. "I pulled it off the red one after I'd defeated him. It was child's play really to use it to tap into your conversations." Returning the transmitter to his pocket, Cyberhawk let out a small laugh. "I can understand the gargoyles leaving such an obvious security hole open, but really detective, I would have expected you to anticipate something like that. I have to admit, though, luck really has been with me so far. From spotting the fat one on the theater on the way to meeting Xanatos to having the transmitter fall into my possession, things have really gone my way in the past few days."
     Goliath let out a snort of disgust. "Only a fool relies only on luck to win his battles. I wish to see how well you do in a fair fight. Let Elisa go and face me, man to gargoyle, and we will see who triumphs. Or perhaps," he said with a sharp-toothed grin, "you are too afraid?"
Cyberhawk looked at Goliath with an expression of amused disbelief, shaking his head and chuckling to himself. "You're right about luck, Goliath, but the truth is only a fool goes into battle without some kind of plan, or at least an ace up his sleeve." With that, he flashed the gargoyle another smile, turned his head to the left, and shot Elisa in the chest.

****

      She saw what he was going to do in his eyes a nanosecond before he pulled the trigger, but there no time to react and no way to prepare for the white hot pain that seemed to envelope her being as the beam hit her square in the chest. She was dimly aware of being knocked back by the force of the blast, the world blurring in front of her eyes as the shot spun her around and she toppled down. Her body had gone completely 
limp as the rooftop came up to meet her, the lancing pain in her chest blocking out all other signals. The breath was knocked from her again as she hit the roof hard shoulder-first, her forehead slamming into the concrete a moment later, but the new pains were hardly noticeable to her.      She'd been shot before, a few grazing bullets on the arm or leg, but nothing like this. She remembered almost nothing from the time Broadway had shot her; the doctors had said later that she had fallen into unconsciousness almost as soon as the bullet had hit. This time though she was all too aware, and she was almost overwhelmed by the red waves that flowed across her mind. 
      She was dimly aware of something happening behind her, the sound of more laser-fire and the thundering howl of Goliath's roar fighting their way through the fog that surrounded her brain, screaming for attention. After what seemed like an eternity, she finally drew new air into her lungs, the strain on her chest causing the pain to flair up anew, but she shoved it down, worry over Goliath scrambling to the front of her mind. 
     Trying desperately to fight through the pain and fog, she pushed down with her elbows, flipping herself over onto her back. The movement made the pain nova again and her head swam, the world swirling in front of her eyes. She squeezed her lids shut and for a moment she thought she was going to pass out, but the disorientation passed and the pain subsided to a level she could handle. She finally opened her eyes, only to find that everything was already over.
     Goliath lay facedown on the roof less than ten feet away, arms stretched out before him. A laser burn had left a black line across one of his shoulders, and for a moment her mind seized up with fear of the worst, but the slow rising and falling of his chest showed that he was still alive. Cyberhawk was on the far side of him, squatting down on his haunches. He was scanning Goliath up and down with his eyes, a blank 
expression on his face. His left hand was extended palm-down over Goliath's back, hovering several above the skin, and moved slowly down along the spine. 
      Elisa shifted on her elbows, trying desperately to rise, but her body felt like it weighed a ton, and the blossoming pain in her chest cause to falter and fall back, letting out a grunt of frustration. The sound seemed to catch Cyberhawk's attention though as his head snapped up to focus his eyes on her and his hand stopped in its tracks. His expression remained blank for a long second before the cold smile and hard gaze returned. He drew his hand back and stood, gazing down at Elisa. "Still conscious, are we? I must say I'm impressed. The pain you're in right now must be truly incredible. I knew you were tough, but still. Don't try to get up quite yet though, you'll be in shock for a while now. Don't worry about dying; I can be surgically precise when I need to be. Nothing important should have been hit, and the laser would have cauterized the wound so you won't bleed to death. Give it a little time and you should be fine, other than the pain." His smile grew a fraction. "I feel I owe you some thanks; you played your part perfectly. Don't worry about your friend; his vital signs are stable, but with the amount of tranquilizer he has in his system, he won't be waking up for a while. "
      Elisa's chest burned as she spoke. "Why…did you need me?"
      "Why did I need you? I didn't really, but as I told your friend, I don't like leaving things to chance." He pushed his sleeve up for a moment and punched a few buttons on a device on his forearm, then let the sleeve fall back into place. "It was unlikely that I would have been able to catch Goliath by surprise after having done so to all of the others in the clan, and especially not with you acting as his voice of reason. And in a straight 
fight Goliath has proven himself to be a skilled enough warrior to have caused even me some trouble, and that was unacceptable. He has been overprotective of you in the past, and though rage has its uses in battle, it can also cause one to act without thinking. Case in point, after all." He grinned at her. "You should feel touched. Though I have to admit my experience in the matter is almost nothing, I must say have never seen someone so angry before." 
     Cyberhawk turned as a low whine echoed across the rooftop and a small hover-platform, similar to the one the Macbeth robot had used, rose over the edge of the building and set down. Squatting down again, Cyberhawk hooked his arms under Goliath and lifted the gigantic gargoyle with frightening ease, carrying him over to the platform and setting loading him onto it. Elisa tried to rise again, but the shock still hadn't worn off. She collapsed again, the pain of impact causing black spots to appear in her vision. 
     Taking deep breaths of the frigid night air, she had to watch from the rooftop as Cyberhawk stepped on to the platform himself. He turned back and gave her a disparaging look. "You're very lucky the parameters of my mission forbid me from killing unless absolutely necessary, detective. I can tell you're probably going to be trouble, left alive. Hopefully this entire affair will be finished before you have the chance to interfere, though. As it is, I suggest you leave things as they are, and forget about the gargoyles." Pushing a few buttons on the control panel, Cyberhawk guided the platform up and over the side of the building, disappearing from sight into the alleyway beyond.

****

     It never ceased to amaze David Xanatos that the elite ranks of the country could be so full of complete idiots. He gave an exasperated sigh as he left the conference room and started the walk back to his office. While his competitors' stupidity did give him an undeniable edge in negotiations, it also meant that he was constantly stuck for several hours in meetings with people that made his mind want to shut down it defense of its sanity. He rubbed his eyes as he settled down into his chair and tried desperately to forget the extremely profitable yet extremely boring last two hours. There simply was no enjoyment in sparring with someone so easily defeated.
     He relaxed as he leaned back in his chair, gazing out the window at the sun setting in the evening sky, and found his mind drifting back to the gargoyles. At least there he was presented with a constant challenge, even if it was accompanied with frustration. He had come to realize over the past couple of days that he was distinctly uncomfortable with simply handing the task of their capture over to Cyberhawk. Not only did the man 
himself make him nervous, but being completely out of the loop took all of the enjoyment out of the task. He had always prided himself on being able to handle any situation, and this felt too much like letting someone do his work for him. Simply paying for something did not allow one to claim responsibility for its accomplishments.
     Xanatos watched the sun in silence as it sank inch by in the sky, the bottom of the orb already blocked by some of the taller buildings. Perhaps there was some way to change Cyberhawk's mind, to pull back from his mission. Xanatos had just been glad to get rid of the man at first, but as time passed, the situation bothered him more. Cyberhawk's loyalty to Centaro's plan seemed odd, and Xanatos suspected that the man had an agenda of his own, and that Centaro had purposely picked a subject for his work that had a hatred of the gargoyles equal to his own. Still, every man had a price. He just had to find it and use it to gain some control over the cyborg.
     The intercom on his desk chirped and Owen's crisp voice issued from the speaker. "Cyberhawk is on the line, sir. He says he wished to speak to you."
     Xanatos spun his chair back around to face the desk and frowned at the light blinking on the phone. "Well, speak of the devil."
     "Pardon, sir?"
     "Nothing, Owen, just thinking out loud. Thank you, I'll take it here." The intercom channel cut off as Xanatos reached over and brought the handset up to his ear. "Xanatos here. Owen said you wanted to talk to me?"
     There was a pause before a voice responded. "Ah yes, Mr. Xanatos. I am pleased to report that I have been able to complete the mission sooner than anticipated."
     Xanatos sat silent for a moment, nonplussed. "Already? I find that hard to believe. You estimated a week, Cyberhawk. It's been only two days."
     He heard a chuckle over the line, and felt a new twinge of anger. "Lets just say that I got lucky. Things went better than I anticipated."
     "Well, then. I trust that all of the gargoyles are in your possession then, unharmed I hope."
     "There was a pause before Cyberhawk responded. "They are indeed all in my custody, and whatever harm they came to during their capture should be gone by the time they wake up."
     "You took them all while they were animate, then? Not while sleeping?"
     There was another pause. "Yes. The doctor wanted me to. His anger towards the beasts was rather vehement, I'm afraid."
     "Understandable, in his case. If you give me the location where you are keeping them, I can arrange for their transport to one of my facilities."
     The pause was longer this time, the faint sound of breathing the only thing Xanatos could hear from the earpiece. "I'm afraid they aren't ready for transport quite yet, Mr. Xanatos. I'll have to insist that you come down here yourself first. Transport can be taken care of later."
     Xanatos' anger spiked again, and he could not keep all of it out of his voice. "I must say, this is very irregular, and more than a little exasperating. I'm not in the habit of having my employees dictate the terms of their jobs, or give me orders as they see fit. You are capturing the gargoyles for me, Cyberhawk. Try not to forget that."
     There was a quiet laugh on the line. "To tell the truth, Mr. Xanatos, I am not strictly speaking an employee of yours. My mission was given to me by Dr. Centaro, and I cannot deviate from the parameters he set for that mission."
     "Your loyalty to a dead man is touching." He sat back down and thought for a moment. "Very well, if that's the way things have to go, so be it. If you tell me where you are holding the gargoyles, I'll come down and meet you. But once the gargoyles are in my custody, our association is terminated. I want nothing more to do with you when this is over."
     "I expected nothing less from you, Mr. Xanatos. I'm not worried though; right now the mission is all that matters to me."
     "Of course." After copying down the address that Cyberhawk gave him, he set the phone back on the cradle and removed his jacket. He had folded it and was laying it on the back of the chair when Owen entered and approached the desk. 
     "Are you really going to accede to his requests?"
     "You listened in on the call?"
     "Of course."
     Xanatos gave a chuckle of his own as he sat back down. "I don't like to argue with madmen, Owen, it's bad for my blood pressure. I could tell of friend wasn't going to take no for an answer."
     "You are sure of his insanity, then?"
     Xanatos frowned. "There is something wrong with the man, Owen. You yourself acknowledged as much when we first met him. That combined with his actions since leave me with little doubt in the matter. And as to your first question, you should know me better than to think I would concede the point so easily." Reaching down, he opened one of the bottom drawers of the desk and drew out a medium-sized laser pistol and shoulder holster. He stood again as he pulled the straps over his shoulders and secured the gun under his arm. Turning, he picked up the jacket from the back of the chair and put it back on, concealing the weapon from sight. "I don't like being manipulated, Owen, especially by someone that is supposed to be in my control. I can't help but feel that Cyberhawk is using me as a convenience in this matter, and I don't feel like letting that continue." He straightened his lapels and stepped around the desk, starting for the door, a grim expression on his face. "I want you to make a few calls before we head down to meet Cyberhawk. Have a hovercraft prepped with heavy restraints available inside, ready for launch if we call it. Also, I want four of the Steel Clan robots to be switched to standby mode, once again set to home in on us if called."
     Owen cocked an eyebrow at his employer. "You are intending to double-cross him then?"
     "Just preparing for the worst. If things go badly, we'll need a back-up plan. And given the situation, I would hardly consider it a double-cross on my part. Make the calls, Owen. I'll be waiting in the Great Hall when you are done."

****

      Matt Bluestone snapped himself out of a doze as soon as he saw Xanatos' limo pull up to the inside of the garage checkpoint. Reaching over he nudged his partner gently in the shoulder, bringing her awake. "Looks like Xanatos is finally heading out."
      Elisa gave a curt nod but said nothing, which worried Matt. Neither of them had gotten much sleep that day, napping in shifts in order to keep an eye on Xanatos in hopes that he would lead them to the gargoyles. The sun had already set, and Matt felt exhausted, but he knew Elisa felt worse. Her face wore a strained expression and the muscles around her eyes were tight, showing she was still in pain from the laser wound. 
     Between the two of them they had done their best to treat the wound and ease the pain, but Elisa had refused to go to a doctor. The wound itself was nowhere near as serious as a normal gunshot wound would have been, and worry over her friends and over the questions that a doctor might ask had made up her mind.
      "Are you sure you're up to this, partner?"
      She tilted her head and gave him an exasperated look. "Stop worrying already, I'll be fine. I promise, as soon as this is over I'll get someone to look at it. Until then, I'm not just going to sit back and let the guys get taken by Xanatos. Not while I can do anything about it."
      "And just what exactly do you think you'll be able to do?"
      She sighed. "I don't know. Something. I just know that I can't give up on them."
      Matt patted her on the shoulder. "Don't worry, neither will I. We'll just have to play it by ear, then." Turning the keys in the ignition, he eased the gas pedal down and guided the car out into traffic as the limo passed through the checkpoint and exited the garage. 
     Staying several cars back from the limo, he followed them for over thirty blocks, doing his best to keep them in sight while remaining undetected. While his beat-up sedan was nowhere near as noticeable as the Fairlane, he knew that Burnett had a sharp eye for tails. Keeping his eyes on the limo, he inclined his head towards his partner. "Are you sure that Xanatos doesn't already have the guys stashed away up in his castle? Leaving them out in the open like this doesn't seem his style."
     Elisa nodded. "It isn't, but I'm sure of it. For once I think events are out of Xanatos' control. Cyberhawk acted almost contemptuous of Xanatos, said he was only involved in the operation as a back up. He also said that once all of the gargoyles were captured, Xanatos would be "allowed access" to them. That doesn't fit with the clan already being locked up in the castle, or with Xanatos ever having exclusive control over them."
     Matt couldn't help but give an amused chortle. "I can't imagine that has Xanatos very happy. He's never struck me as the kind that plays well with others."
     Elisa frowned in thought. "No, he isn't. And that's all the more reason to free the guys quickly. If it comes to blows between Cyberhawk and Xanatos, the clan is going to get stuck in the middle."
     "At least if it comes to that, we know that Xanatos wants the gargoyles alive. Might be a trade up from this Cyberhawk character if he's as nuts as you say."
     "True, but I wouldn't be so sure of Xanatos winning that particular fight," Elisa replied, shaking her head.
     Matt glanced over at her and raised an eyebrow. "That scary, huh?"
     "Matt, we're talking someone who took out Goliath in the time it took for me to collapse on a roof! And that was after he'd already gone through the entire rest of the clan."
     "Point." He paused for a moment. "What is it exactly that you're hoping to do here again?"
     She sighed and slumped down in her chair. "Anything we can."
     "Well, whatever it is, we're going to find out soon enough." The limo had pulled to a stop on the street ahead. Matt eased the sedan into the nearest alley and killed the engine. The area of the city they were in was nearly deserted and any stray cars were bound to be noticed. Easing out of the car, he locked the door and walked to end of the alley, studying the limo around the corner of the building. He was joined in a second by 
Elisa and they both watched as Xanatos and Burnett exited the limo and stepped onto the curb. The two men talked for a moment and then went through a nearby chain-link fence, crossing a wide courtyard and entering what appeared to be an old warehouse. 
     Matt turned to his partner. "Want to try and follow them?"
     She shook her head. "No. If that is where Cyberhawk is holding the clan, there'll be security measures all around the place."
     "Well then, it's a good thing I came prepared." Reaching into his coat he withdrew a pair of high-power binoculars and motioned to the fire escape behind. "Lets get to the roof and hope that Cyberhawk forgot to board up the windows on that place."

****

      "Ah, Mr. Xanatos, so glad that you could make it." Cyberhawk rose from his seat on a folding chair and strode to meet the two men as they entered. "I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but I hope the results are to your liking."
      Despite himself, Xanatos had to admit that he was impressed. A series of electrified cages stood in a row against the far wall, with a back-up generator attached to the end of the line.  Each cage contained a member of the gargoyle clan, right down to the garg-beast, who had turned to watch Xanatos enter with a menacing growl. Most of the others were seated on the floors of their respective cages, conversing or remaining silent. 
     At Bronx's growl they all turned to watch the newcomers, with the exception of Goliath, who remained seated with his arms across his knees, his head down and his eyes closed.
      "I must say, Cyberhawk, until this moment I still held some doubt about your claims. I'm impressed. I didn't think it was possible for one person on their own to have taken the gargoyles so quickly."
      "To tell the truth, capturing them was much easier than I anticipated. I am surprised that you have had so much trouble with them in the past," Cyberhawk replied, causing Xanatos to bristle at the implied insult. "The leader and the old one were the only ones that presented anything even approaching a challenge."
     "You're friend's got a serious arrogance problem, Xanatos," called out Brooklyn from his cage in the back, obviously annoyed by Cyberhawk's statement. "The two of you must get along real well."
      The only response the red gargoyle gained from Cyberhawk was another amused chuckle, but Xanatos took the opportunity to break off his conversation with the cyborg and walked over to Brooklyn's cage. "By all accounts his arrogance seems justified, Brooklyn. Your clan doesn't seem to have made much of a showing for itself in the past few days, now has it?"
      The second in command snarled and fixed Xanatos with an angry glare. "What do you want with us, Xanatos?"
      "The same thing I've always wanted. You gargoyles have proven your usefulness many times over, and I want that usefulness to continue, and be a bit more under my control. Just imagine all of the things that you and your friends could do for me." Xanatos took a step back and glanced to his left. "I can't help but notice that your fearless leader is peculiarly quiet tonight. What's the matter, Goliath, cat got your tongue?"
      The gargoyle leader opened his eyes and turned to face Xanatos, and the anger and hatred in his gaze almost made Xanatos take an involuntary step back. "I will see that pay dearly for what you have done, Xanatos. You may be sure of that. I will take your life in vengeance."
      Xanatos gave Goliath a quizzical look, taking a deep bretah to settle his nerves. "Really, Goliath, this is unlike you. I've done worse before than simply capture you and your clan. What on earth warrants this kind of response?"
      "Elisa is dead. Your mercenary killed her."
      Xanatos felt the shock of the clan's gasps echoed within his own mind, and finally saw the sorrow underlying the anger in the lavender gargoyle's eyes. Behind him, Cyberhawk barked out a laugh. "Is that you been so upset about? Silly beast."
      Xanatos turned and fixed Cyberhawk with an angry gaze of his own. "Then what he says is true? You killed Detective Maza?"
      The cyborg wore an amused expression as he shook his head. "Oh, I admit that I shot her, but don't worry, she's not dead. She'll be in quite a bit of pain for a while, but she'll be fine. Goliath just wasn't in a state to notice when she started moving again."
      A collective sigh of relief sounded from behind Xanatos, accompanied by a whoop of delight from Lexington. Xanatos let out a calmed breath of his own, and glanced back to see the look of overjoyed surprise on Goliath face as he settled back on the floor of the cage. "That aside, it was still ill-advised to have shot her. Blatantly attacking a police officer, Maza in particular, can too easily garner unneeded attention. You should have avoided any situation where it was necessary." 
      "I'm afraid your opinion hardly matters to me in this case, Mr. Xanatos."
      A rough laugh came from Hudson's cage. "Trouble keeping yer lackeys in line, eh, Xanatos?"
      Xanatos kept his gaze locked with Cyberhawk and smiled sardonically. "Cyberhawk has made it quite clear that his loyalties do not lie with me, Hudson. Allow me to make it equally clear that after this affair is over, I want nothing more to do with him. He can go and do as he will, as long as he does not interfere with my plans. It seems that I'm going to have to right your creation off as a loss, Cyberhawk," he said, addressing the cyborg again. "Though I am thankful that you have collected the gargoyles for me, it seems that your usefulness to me has run out. So lets do whatever it is you want done and let me take the clan back to the castle."
      Cyberhawk's smile turned cold as he reached to his belt and withdrew the laser pistol from its holster, moving too fast for Xanatos to even reach for his own weapon. Holding the gun leveled at the young billionaire, Cyberhawk studied Xanatos' face. "I think you misunderstand what is going on, Mr. Xanatos. You are not here to negotiate custody of the gargoyles; you are simply here to watch them die."

****

      Matt muttered angrily under his breath as he fiddled with the focus knob on the binoculars, trying to find a setting that would give him a better view of the events in the warehouse. He was kneeling on the roof of a three-story building, his elbows resting on the raised stone edge of the rooftop. Elisa nudged him from the side. "What can you see?" she asked, impatience lining her voice.
      "The windows look like they haven't been cleaned in years, which is probably the case. I can't see much, but it's enough. The clan's in there all right. There's a row of cages along one of the walls, and I think I can see the guys moving around inside them. I can just see Xanatos and Burnett, and also some guy in a coat that I assume is Cyberhawk. But it doesn't look like there's anyone else around."
      Elisa made a frustrated sound in her throat. "Doesn't matter, there's no way we could take all three of them. We might be able to handle Xanatos and Owen, but throw the cyborg into the mix and the fight's over before it begins." She sighed. "I don't suppose you've been able to come up with any brilliant ideas?"
      "Sorry, fresh out right now." He frowned and leaned forward, adjusting the binoculars again and swore out loud. "Something's wrong. Looks like Cyberhawk just drew on Xanatos."
      "What?!"
      "I'm just telling you what I see. Here, look for yourself," he said, handing the binoculars to his partner. "Looks like that falling-out you predicted is happening right now."
      Elisa let out a curse of her own as she looked into the warehouse. "This is not good." She lowered the binoculars and sat back on the roof, drumming her fingers on the concrete. "We've got to do something, and do it now." She stared into space for a moment, worry evident on her face, before a sly smile played across her face. "I've got an idea. It's nuts, but it might work." She tossed Matt the binoculars and jumped up, 
dashing back to the fire escape. "Come on, we don't have any time to waste."
      By the time Matt caught up to her at the car she was inside on the passenger side. She had the radio out and had already put a call through. As he sat down, he heard a voice respond from the handset, too low for him to make out. Elisa pushed the button on the side and spoke into the microphone. "Hey Claire, its Elisa Maza. I need you to do me a no-questions-asked favor. Sorry to put you on the spot, but its important and I don't have much time." There was a short pause before an affirmative response came back. "Thanks, I'll owe you one." Elisa took a deep breath and glanced out the window down the alley. "I'm near the warehouse on Pratchett Street, down by the docks. I need you to tell me where the power substation for this area is."

****

      Xanatos kept his eyes locked on Cyberhawk's face, doing his best to seem unworried by the weapon pointed at his chest. "I thought I had made myself clear, Cyberhawk: the gargoyles are of little use to me dead."
      "And I thought that I had made myself clear as well: your wants and desires really mean quite little to me. Now be so kind as to disarm yourself, and to instruct Burnett to do so as well. Just put the guns on the floor and kick them towards me. And don't bother signaling for your reinforcements; I made sure to lay down a localized jamming field." He grinned. "Like I said, I leave nothing to chance."
      Xanatos reached slowly into his jacket and drew out the pistol from its holster, watching out of the corner of his eye as Owen did the same. Placing the weapon gently on the ground, he straightened up and kicked the gun, sending it skittering over the uneven floor of the warehouse to be stopped by Cyberhawk's boot, as Owen's pistol was also a second later. Pushing the weapons to the side with his foot, Cyberhawk returned his attention to Xanatos. "Thank you. I would have so hated to have to hurt you. Things will go so much easier this way."
      "Speak for yourself, psycho," called out Brooklyn. "I can't really say I like the way that this conversation is headed."
      Cyberhawk cocked his head to the side and gave the red gargoyle a disparaging look. "You shouldn't. Up to now, I was satisfied with merely taking you and your friends alive, but circumstances have changed. I am afraid I'm going to have to kill you now."
      "Circumstances have changed?" asked Xanatos. "I don't really see how anything has changed since you set out to capture them."
      "On the contrary, much has changed. The gargoyles have been captured, and you are here, Mr. Xanatos."
      This time it was Broadway that spoke up, clearly confused. "That's it? You finish the mission and then everything you want is different? And why does Xanatos have to be here?"
      "I find myself agreeing with Broadway," added Xanatos, his eyes searching Cyberhawk's face, trying desperately to find some clue as to what the man was thinking. "I don't really see any reason for your goals to have changed either. Surely there is some other way we can do this. As I said, the gargoyles are quite important to me, and as much as I hate to admit it, you have the upper hand in this situation." He spread his hands, empty palms up. "I am hardly without resources; there must be some deal that I can make with you for their lives. If your wanting them dead stems from some hatred you have of them, I assure you, there is a better was of dealing with it than killing them."
      Cyberhawk raised his left hand and shook his index finger at Xanatos. "Now, now, none of that. I told you already, we are not here to negotiate, so I can assure you, all attempts to do so will be futile. Moreover, I do not bear the gargoyles any real animosity of my own. I am simply following the plan that was set down for me by Dr. Centaro. He was quite clear in his instructions. The gargoyles were to be captured alive and brought together, using your help wherever it was necessary but as little as possible. Then you were to be summoned to wherever the gargoyles were being held. Both of these conditions have been met. Therefore the next part of the plan, the gargoyles' deaths, must be carried out."
      "Nonsense," retorted Xanatos. "If you bear the gargoyles no animosity, then none of this is necessary. Whatever Centaro paid you to carry out his wishes, I can match or top. Whatever he promised you for completing the task, I can obtain for you through other means. Whatever loyalty you have to Centaro, it should not blind you from the facts; he is gone, and I can promise you more than he ever could."
      "That does not matter, Mr. Xanatos. I hold no loyalty to the good doctor, but I cannot deviate from the parameters with which he programmed me."
      Xanatos was shocked into silence for a moment at this response, and Lexington took the opportunity to voice his own confusion. "If you're a cyborg, how can you have been programmed? Are you actually an android like Xanatos' Coyote series?"
      "I am most definitely not an android, but I am also not a cyborg in the strictest sense of the word. I am something a little different, an entity of Dr. Centaro's own invention, known as a neurologically integrated artificial intelligence. I am similar to normal A.I., such as the kind utilized in the aforementioned Coyote android, but while my control units and parameter holders are normal mechanical devices, they are all integrated into the host body's brain. I utilize the brain the same way normal person would, but my own personality is overlaid on that of the host body, allowing me to utilize the brain and body for my own purposes. Dr. Centaro did not wish to entrust such an important task to another human, so he created me instead."
      "So instead of a human being with mechanical enhancements as with a conventional cyborg, you are a mechanical entity that has a human being integrated into it to enhance its functions," interrupted Owen as he scanned Cyberhawk up and down with an analytical gaze. "Intriguing."
      "It is an abomination," snarled Goliath, his teeth bared as he stepped to the front of his cage. "It is a creation that reduces a human being to no more than a device to be used, a puppet to be controlled for its owner's purposes. Your master must have been a madman to bring something like you into existence."
      Cyberhawk affected an expression of mock surprise. "I'm hurt Goliath, but really, I would expect a gargoyle to think twice before calling anything an abomination. You of all people should know better than to leap to judgment."
     "Perhaps, but I also know evil when I see it. Nothing that robs a person of his own mind can be anything else. But be you man or machine, I will not stand idly while you murder my clan."
      Cyberhawk let out a derisive laugh and fixed Goliath with an almost pitying look. Turning slightly, he brought the barrel of his pistol around to point at the gargoyle leader. "Please dispense with the useless heroics. I have a task to carry out, and I am afraid that despite your little pledge, you are really in no position to stop me."

****

      "Remind me again: why am I doing this?" asked Matt as he slid the end of the tire-iron into the lock on the chain-link gate. 
     "Because my arms still hurt too much to have enough strength to break that thing," replied Elisa, watching over his shoulder.
     He gave her a mock glare. "That's not what I meant and you know it."
      "Look, we don't have time to argue right now. Just do it, I'll explain as we go. Trust me on this, Matt."
      "Fine, as long as you tell me sometime." He threw his body against the tire-iron, levering the end against the fence post and snapping the rusty lock off of the gate. Swinging the gate open he went onto the path that led to the power substation. Approaching the metal door, he reached down and tried the knob. "Locked, of course."
      "I've got this one, partner." Kneeling down, Elisa reached inside her coat and brought out two thin metal tools. Inserting them into the lock on the door, she started to move them around, turning one while probing with the other. Matt could hear the tumblers in the lock begin to fall into place.
      "I don't want to know why you have those things, do I?"
      Elisa gave a tight smile, her focus still on the lock. "You hang around Robbery long enough and you pick up a few tricks. Got it," she muttered as the final tumbler clicked and the handle of the door turned. 
     Elisa stood and pushed the door open, and Matt followed her as she entered the control room for the station. Reaching to the side, he flipped on the lights, illuminating the stark white room. The walls were plain plaster, pitted in some spots, but otherwise bare. At the end of the room stood the control panel for the station, and beyond that the floor fell away and Matt could see area that held the wiring and transformers that distributed the power to the area. Matt stepped up to the panel and started studying the controls. Keeping his eyes on the panel, he queried his partner again. "Okay, now that we're here, can you please tell me what you hope to accomplish? I don't think having the lights go out in the warehouse will give us an edge in a fight."
     Elisa stood to the side of the panel, staring into the guts of the station. "There's not much we can do to beat Cyberhawk in a straight fight, so we're not going to try. We're going to let the gargoyles handle him."
     "Pardon me for asking, but what does cutting the power do to allow that? They're all caged."
     "Yeah, I saw the cages. They look like normal animal cages, nowhere near strong enough to hold in a gargoyle. Which means that Cyberhawk must have enhanced them somehow."
     Matt felt like hitting himself for his stupidity as he saw where Elisa was going with her line of reasoning. "You think the cages are electrified."
     "They have to be. Even if they were made of titanium, those bars are way too thin to hold an angry Goliath. I figure if we can cut the power source to the cages, the clan will be able to handle him on their own."
     Matt chuckled at the thought. "I'd like to see him try to take them on all at once after having fought them piecemeal." 
     "He'll never have the chance if we don't hurry." Elisa glanced down at her watch again, impatience and worry etching lines in her face. Matt could tell she had to be thinking about what could be happening back at the warehouse. "Have you figured that things out yet?"
     "I think so. I think I just need to do…this," he declared in an unsure voice, taking hold of several switches and toggling them down. The response was almost immediate. The whir of the transformers, which had permeated the air since their entrance, began to slow to a low buzz, and then cut off completely. The lights in the control room flickered for a moment and then died, plunging them into darkness. Rushing to the door, the pair watched as every light in sight blinked out. "Well, that did it all right. I just hope it gives the guys the chance they need." Placing his hand on Elisa's back, Matt gave her a gentle push towards the open gate. "C'mon, lets get back to the warehouse before someone comes to check out what's going on."

****

      Xanatos glanced up when the overhead lights of the warehouse flickered weakly for a moment, and then flashed back on as the generator in the corner hummed to life. He looked down to find all trace of amusement gone from Cyberhawk's face. The cyborg lowered his pistol, breaking his showdown with Goliath, his eyes darting about. Striding forward he walked down the row of cages, checking each one, then moved to the door of the warehouse. Opening it, he took a step out and turned his head left and right, scanning the neighboring area. Still facing outwards, he shouted back. "It appears that we are in the middle of a localized blackout." A low laugh filtered back to Xanatos' ears. "This is far too convenient to be coincidence. I truly wish I had been allowed to kill Maza; I knew she'd be trouble."
      Turning his attention from the door, Xanatos sought out Owen and silently caught the man's attention. Owen raised his eyebrow questioningly at his employer. Xanatos pointed quickly to the side and waited for Owen's nod of understanding, then turned back to the door. Making sure that Cyberhawk was still focused on the area outside, he shifted his weight on the balls of his feet and dashed forward, racing to where the two pistols lay on the ground. He caught motion corner of his eye and dove forward, his hand stretching towards the nearest of the weapons.
      The gun exploded in a flash of light while his hand was still a foot away. He quickly closed his eyes as minute shards of metal and plastic flew into his palm and face, digging into the skin like burning pinpricks. Snapping his hand back, he hit the ground shoulder-first, using his forward momentum to roll beyond the area of the blast. As he skidded to a halt on the rough concrete, he pushed himself up on his uninjured hand and 
reopened his eyes.
     A small burn mark was all that remained of the first gun, and the second had been thrown aside by the explosion, putting it well out of his reach. Cyberhawk was walking towards him, the laser pistol pointed almost casually in Xanatos' direction. The cyborg's expression was one of cold anger as he came to a stop several dozen feet away. "If it wasn't for the fact that I am expressly forbidden from killing you, Mr. Xanatos, you would be dead right now. Take your wounds as a lesson though; just because I can't kill you does not mean I can't cause you pain. Your attempt failed: please do not try again."
      "On the contrary," responded Owen from beside the generator, causing Cyberhawk's head to snap around, his expression sliding deliciously from anger to surprise. "I believe that Mr. Xanatos' distraction was most successful." Raising his left hand above his head, Owen brought his stone fist down hard against the side of the generator. The machine's metal siding crumpled under the force of the blow, its insides belching sparks and smoke. The gentle hum the generator had produced degenerated immediately into a rough grinding noise, and then died altogether as the warehouse joined the rest of the neighborhood in darkness.
      A beam of red light ricocheted off the dead generator as Cyberhawk fired at Owen, the shot coming too late as the valet dropped from sight behind the machine. Cursing at the top of his lungs, Cyberhawk spun as quickly as he could, tracking his weapon towards the new sound of tearing metal, but once again he was too late.
      Dropping to all fours, his eyes glowing furnaces, Goliath let loose a guttural snarl as he bounded towards Cyberhawk. Dodging around the laser fire directed at him, he dug his feet into the concrete and lunged with fist outstretched. The blow landed squarely on the cyborg's chest, its force picking him off the ground, the air rushing from his lungs and the gun flying from his hand. Cyberhawk landed in a heap several yards away, and Goliath sprang forward again. The gargoyle brought his claws down in a slashing motion at Cyberhawk's face, only to have his wrists caught in vise-like grips. 
     With a snarl of his own Cyberhawk rose to his feet. Thrusting Goliath's hands to the side he delivered an arcing blow to the gargoyle's face, driving him back. Taking a step back of his own to gain some space, the cyborg suddenly found a pair of crimson arms encircling him in a bear hug, pinning his own arms to his sides.
      Brooklyn leaned his head forward to snarl in the cyborg's ear. "Don't forget the rest of us, buddy."
      "Don't worry, I haven't."
      Something shifted underneath the cyborg's coat and a pair of metallic wings exploded from the Cyberhawk's back, shredding his coat and ripping deep furrows along Brooklyn's chest. Brooklyn shrieked in pain as he was thrown back, off of Cyberhawk. The cyborg spread his wings to the sides for balance, the metal feathers on each bristling. 
     He turned to face the rest of the clan arrayed against him, twisted with rage. "I would have preferred to work more delicately, but don't worry, you'll find that the doctor equipped me quite well for direct combat." 
     The clan watched in morbid fascination as Cyberhawk's scalp split apart, a false wig and skin falling away to reveal a metal surface beneath. Curved metal extended from over his forehead and from beneath his chin, forming a crude metallic beak, framing his face. His black gloves split apart at the seams as his fingers extended into silvery talons, and beneath his clothes components writhed as body armor shifted and locked itself in place. Stripping off the remains of his coat, he snapped his left arm up as a laser extended up from out of his forearm. Red light lit the warehouse as Cyberhawk released a flurry of blasts towards the clan. They scattered, letting the beams tear into the concrete floor.
      Watching the gargoyles engage the cyborg, Xanatos felt a hand grasp his arm as Owen reached down to help him stand. Rising to his feet, he gave his valet a brief pat on the shoulder. "Perfectly executed, Owen, well done."
      "Thank you, sir." Owen reached up to straighten his glasses as he turned to watch the fight. The gargoyles had split apart and begun to encircle their opponent, moving in to strike. "If I may say, sir, things seem to have gotten a bit out of control."
      "Indeed," replied Xanatos, stepping over to where the second pistol now lay. "I'd say it's about time we retook the reins." Picking up the weapon, Xanatos turned back to the fight. He watched as Cyberhawk drove back an attack by Broadway, then aimed and fired. The shot didn't strike dead on, but drove the cyborg's shoulder back, throwing him off balance. Snarling, Cyberhawk raised his left arm towards Xanatos to return fire, but was thrown forward to his knees when Lexington swooped in to strike him hard between the shoulder blades. Xanatos observed as Cyberhawk rose slowly back to his feet with his eyes darting back and forth, scanning the gargoyles around him. All humor was gone from his face, his expression now a blank mask, cautious and unreadable. Brooklyn was kneeling against the wall, hands grasped to the wounds on his chest, but the rest of the clan was still on its feet.
      Hudson took a step forward, fists balled up and raised in the absence of his confiscated sword. "Fer all yer talk, lad, ye don't seem to be faring as well in this fight as before. Do ye really think that ye can win here?"
      Cyberhawk cocked his head to the side and looked the old Gargoyle in the eye. "No, I don't." Snapping his wings out, he leapt up, putting as much distance between himself and the gargoyles as he could. A jetpack between his wings ignited, blowing up a cloud of dust from the floor and hurling him into the air. A shot from his arm blaster shattered one of the windows and he rocketed through it, escaping out into the night sky.
      Springing forward, Broadway rushed for the door. "We've gotta go after him!"
      Goliath placed a hand on Broadway's shoulder, stopping him. "No, we cannot risk having him separate us again. If he wishes to battle again, he will have to come to us."
      "He'll return, you can be sure of that." Xanatos walked towards the clan leader, returning the laser pistol to its holster. Ignoring the looks that the clan threw his way, he continued. "This is far from over. His programming probably won't let him leave you in peace until he's finished his mission."
      "You mean until he has killed us," Goliath retorted with a snarl, turning to face Xanatos. "A mission which you set him on."
      Xanatos raised his hands in defense. "On the contrary, I never wanted you dead, merely captured. And I had nothing to do with Cyberhawk's programming; I was expecting a normal cyborg, not an egotistical machine. His wish to kill you makes him as much my enemy as yours."
      "I think he tells the truth, lad," asserted Hudson as he bent to retrieve his sword from beside the shattered generator. "He did fire on the beast, and 'twas his man that freed us in the first place, no doubt on his orders."
      Goliath sighed, looking Xanatos up and down. "Very well," he conceded. "But whatever your intentions, Xanatos, you did have a hand in that thing's creation."
      "True," said Xanatos with a small shrug. "And for that I would be more than willing to assist your clan in defeating him. Together we have a much better chance of ending his threat than either of us does alone."
      Goliath was about the respond when the sound of a car door slamming shut reached his ears from outside. A moment later Elisa strode though the door, followed by a grinning Matt. "Looks like we missed the fireworks."
      "Elisa!" Goliath stern expression broke into a relieved smile as he stepped forward to meet her, grasping her by her shoulders and lifting her off the ground.
      Elisa gave a startled grunt and tried to disentangle herself with a laugh. "Easy big guy, I'm still not a hundred percent yet."
      Goliath released her and stepped back, slightly embarrassed. "How badly are you injured?" he asked, his voice concerned. "Have you seen a doctor yet?"
      "Not too bad, and no, not yet." She rolled her eyes at the look he gave her. "Don't worry, I'll see one today."
      Xanatos cleared his throat, catching the detective's attention. "If you like, Detective Maza, I can give you access to my company's medical staff. They are well trained, and I can guarantee no questions asked."
      Elisa fixed him with a hard stare, her distrust evident. "I'll take my chances with the hospital, thank you."
      Xanatos shrugged. "As you wish. Just trying to lend a hand." He glanced back and forth between the two detectives. "I assume it was the two of you that engineered the blackout."
     "Yeah, and he had to shut down an entire substation to do it. Another trouble we can lay at your feet, Xanatos," replied Matt, a look of distaste on his face. "Your little plan seems to have back-fired on you this time, though," he added with a smirk.
     "Indeed it has; a matter that I intend to correct." Turning to the rest of the clan, he continued. "I would imagine you would all appreciate some time to recuperate. I would suggest that we meet tomorrow night at the castle to discuss how best to deal with this situation." He sighed at looks of distrust this garnered from the gargoyles. "I promise, no harm will come to you. Until Cyberhawk is brought under control, he is a threat to my 
plans, and your assistance is the best chance I have of stopping him"
     After a moment's consideration, Goliath nodded. "I will trust you, at least for now. Very well. We will meet you at the castle after sunset."

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      Goliath bent his legs as he landed, absorbing the force of the impact. Leaning forward, he let Elisa slide from his arms and set her feet on the ground. They stood in an alley near one of the city's hospitals, the clan waiting on a nearby rooftop. She gave him a smile as he rose to his full height once more. "Thanks for the ride, Goliath. Much as I hate to admit it, it'll be good to get this looked at. At the very least it will get you guys 
off my back about it," she said teasingly, shooting him amused look.
      "It was the least that I could do. We all owe you much tonight. If you had not taken the risks you did, we would all be dead."
      She laughed. "You guys have saved me so many times, this doesn't even begin to pay back what I already owe you." She shrugged. "Anyway, you're my friends; I couldn't just let some psycho kill you. It's not in my nature."
      "Whatever your reasons, I thank you." He sighed slightly and shook his head. "And despite what you say, you are in no debt to us. You have risked your life for us time and again. You have been a friend to us when no other would." 
      "I  did what I thought was right. I always have."
      "It is just that…when I saw him shoot you, when I thought you were dead… I cannot bear the thought of you being put in danger because you are our friend. I do not wish to see you hurt."
      Her expression softened as she reached out and touched his arm. "You don't have to worry about me Goliath. I can take care of myself. But…thanks." She laughed and looked away. "Anyway, it'll take more than some two-bit cyborg to take me out. We Mazas are tough."
      Goliath smiled down at her. "Of that I have no doubt. Are you sure, though, that he will not come for you during the day?"
      "Sure enough. From what you say, he's bound pretty tightly by his "parameters". I think he only used me because I was already there; seeking me out would probably be too much of a violation of his rules."
      "Still…"
      "I'll be fine, I promise. Now get back to the rest of the clan; it's you guys he's after."
      Goliath nodded and turned, sinking his claws into the wall and beginning to climb. Elisa watched him from the ground until he reached the top and launched himself into the air, gliding out of sight. She smiled to herself as she turned and began walking to the mouth of the alley. "Nice to know someone cares sometimes."

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      Xanatos was waiting for them when the gargoyles touched down in the courtyard of the castle the next night. The billionaire approached Goliath as soon as he landed. "It's about time you showed up. I was beginning to worry that something had happened to you."
      "The rest of the night was uneventful, and we hid well during the day. He did not find us, or if he did, he did nothing."
      "I wouldn't be surprised; his logic process lacks a certain sanity. Come on in, the good detectives have already arrived. They should be waiting for us inside with Owen. If you'll just follow me, we'll get started." Turning, Xanatos walked through the gate back into the castle, the clan trailing along behind him.
      A few minutes later they entered Xanatos' office. Elisa and Matt were there, both of them trying in vain to speak to Owen. They looked far more rested than they had the night before, and the edge of a bandage could be seen near Elisa's neck, testifying to her hospital visit. All three turned as the clan entered. After greetings were made, Elisa was the first to speak up. "Okay, Xanatos, everyone's here so you can stop stonewalling us. There are a few things I want to know. What exactly is this Cyberhawk guy, what is he capable of? And who's Dr. Centaro, and what was he got against the gargoyles?"
      "Direct as always, aren't we, detective." Walking to his desk, Xanatos turned to face the room and leaned back on the desk's front edge. "I'll tell you what I can, but in truth, I don't really know much more than you."
      "Then tell us what you know Xanatos," rumbled Goliath, "and we will see how useful it is."
      "Of course." He paused to collect his thoughts, then began. "To tell the truth, this all started with your first battle with Coldstone after he was resurrected."
      Lexington interrupted with a question. "What does Coldstone have to do with any of this?"
      "Not much, really. What mattered was the events occurred during your conflict. Before we adjourned to the bridge, there was a lot of damage done to the area where Coldstone was released. There were a few casualties; three people ended up staying in the hospital with serious injuries, and there was one death. A young man was struck by masonry that fell from a building that Coldstone blasted. He received a serious head trauma and later died in the hospital during surgery. The story would have ended there, except for the fact that the young man in question was Jeffery Centaro, son of Dr. Havelock Centaro, a rather famous and eccentric cyberneticist. The good doctor flew to New York immediately upon hearing his son's fate, trying to find out what had happened. He refused to accept the fact that the police couldn't find the parties responsible and so investigated on his own. After stealing a security tape from a building in the area of the fight, he found on the tape the people he felt caused his son's death: namely, the gargoyles."
      Brooklyn groaned from where he stood against the wall. "Just typical; one of your schemes hurts someone and we get stuck with the blame. I'm really getting tired of playing the scapegoat."
      "Okay, that explains why this doctor guy wants us dead," interjected Broadway. "But what I still don't get is how he ended up working for you."
      "He did some research into strange events in the city that might help him find you, and my name kept popping up. He came to me to find out what I knew. He showed me the tape he had taken and explained that he wanted revenge on you for his son's death."
      "And you of course jumped at the opportunity to exploit that," said Elisa sarcastically.
      Xanatos smiled. "It wasn't a chance I could just let pass. Dr. Centaro was the best in his field, the biggest fish in a very small pond. I told him a brief background of your activities, mostly true, and offered an alliance to help capture the lot of you. I'd tried recruiting him before, but he'd always declined my offers in the past. Even with the incentive of tracking you down, he was unwilling to work directly for me, so we ended up coming to a rather loose arrangement. I would fund his creation of a cyborg that could be used to ensnare you, and in return for that I would have custody of you once you were secured." He shrugged. "To tell you the truth, though, I had almost forgotten the project before Cyberhawk actually arrived in New York. Centaro had refused to give status reports; the only communications from him were invariably requests for additional funds."
      "And you just gave him the money?" asked Matt skeptically.
      "The doctor's reputation warranted it, and the chance of returning the clan to my control was worth the expense." He frowned and leaned back on the desk, glancing over his shoulder and out the window. "The results, however, leave much to be desired. It would seem that Centaro's desire for revenge outweighed any loyalty he felt towards me for helping him. Perhaps, as he saw his death approaching, he felt anything besides 
vengeance was unnecessary."
      Goliath growled and shifted on his feet, fixing Xanatos with an icy glare. "I find that I can no longer be surprised by how casually you play with others lives, Xanatos, but what's done is done. We must focus on what we can do now. Your machinations destroyed the lives of a father and son; I will not let them claim another."
      "I assume you refer to whoever it is that Centaro used to house Cyberhawk."
     Goliath nodded. "If what he told us last night is true, then Cyberhawk is merely a machine, but the body that he uses is a human being, and a victim. We cannot simply kill an innocent who is being manipulated. We must find a way to right the wrongs that were done to him."
      "Idealistic as ever, I see," responded Xanatos with a smirk, earning a snarl from Goliath. "Don't worry, I anticipated your feelings, and even agree with them. I've spent the day with Owen, looking into ways that we might be able to shut down the Cyberhawk persona. I believe we might have come up with a plan to do just that. Owen, if you would?"
      Burnett was cleaning his glasses with a handkerchief, but put them back on as the entire room turned to face him. He cleared his throat as and began. "There are unfortunately many variables and unknowns that we cannot account for, but I believe that the plan we have formulated has at least a marginal chance of success. It is, however, quite dangerous, and would require the assistance of entire clan." He raised his eyebrow 
questioningly at Goliath.
      The gargoyle leader nodded. "If your plan meets with my approval, we will do what is necessary."
      "Excellent. Very well, then. You must understand that Cyberhawk is unlike anything either of us has faced, and considerably more powerful than other cyborgs. Mr. Xanatos was not exaggerating when he called Dr. Centaro the best there was. His theories and ideas were astounding; you have experienced first-hand how effective his products can be."
      "Get to the point, lad," growled Hudson.
      "I am," retorted Owen with a disapproving glance before continuing. "While Cyberhawk is indeed a machine, his design makes him far more intelligent than any other so far produced. Access to a human brain gives him uncharted reasoning capabilities; tricking him will not be easy. And as we can see from his retreat in the warehouse and his methods for capturing each of you, he will be extremely reluctant to engage in a 
confrontation where he is not sure that he has an edge. So we must manufacture a situation where he believes us unknowingly vulnerable, but where in fact he leaves himself vulnerable." 
      "So you're saying that we gotta get his into a fight where he thinks he's tricking us, but in fact we're tricking him, like a sting," interrupted Broadway.
      The look of surprise on Owen's face was almost comical. "Yes, that is exactly what I mean," he replied, making the blue gargoyle beam with satisfaction.
      "Okay, that makes sense," said Elisa, "but how do we do that?"
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