The Nightwatcher Chronicles: Narcotics

I immediately called bullcrap, even if Hannah was extremely confident in her discovery. Hannah led me upstairs to the apartment and Orange Bunny’s computer.

“Are you sure David isn’t dead? You know that every state penitentiary that carries out executions has records of every execution that has been performed that are accessible to the public,” I informed.

“That’s what I checked out. The only Wallace that was executed in Virginia was Alexander Wallace, and he was charged with the rape and murder of three teenage girls. He was convicted and executed in the 1920s,” Hannah explained.

I suggested we tell Lance about his brother not being dead, but alive. Hannah said we shouldn’t say anything until we got more proof. I disagreed with her statement, and she disagreed with mine. This went on for about five minutes until Lance and Justin walked in. Hannah and I shut up real quick.

“What are you arguing about now?” Lance asked.

“It doesn’t matter, Lance,” Hannah replied.

“Are you sure because I could hear you from the parking lot?”

“I’m sure.”

Hannah shut off the computer and went to lie down on her cot. Lance and Justin sat on the couch and began playing video games. As for me, I went into the bedroom and laid down on my bed. I got bored quickly so I turned on my computer and began looking for David Wallace.

After looking through records in the CIA database that I still had access to I eventually found David. He was alive and living in Boston, Massachusetts. He had a wife named Kara, and two beautiful daughters. Lance was uncle, and he didn’t even know it. I had more than enough proof to show Lance but I doubted Hannah would let me show him. So I held off for a little while longer.

Four days later, Rarity finished making our new uniforms. Orange Bunny and Dalton finished all of the technology and the equipment. Everyone, including Jessie and the Rainbooms, was excited.

After school, everyone went to our apartment to see us try on the new suits. Rarity asked me to go first. Orange handed me a bag that looked like an oversized lunch sack and told me to get changed.

I closed my door and opened up the bag. First, I pulled out a long-sleeved shirt and pants that, as previously stated, looked like Spider-Man’s international suit, except the shirt had gloves attached to it. I slipped on the pants and shirt. On the back of the shirt, there were two sheaths, that looked like Deadpool’s sheaths, and a hood. I picked up my katanas and slid them into the sheats. The holsters that were attached to the pants were made of polycarbonate. I slid my pistols in the holsters. I tightened the leather belt that came with the suit to where I was comfortable.

Orange Bunny yelled at me to hurry up. I rolled my eyes and continued getting changed.

There were two metal wrist gauntlets in the bag. I slid them onto my wrists. They were comfortable and snug against my forearms. Finally, there was a metal helmet at the bottom of the bag. I picked it up and examined it.

The helmet had a simple visor that went across the front. It had a design on the cheeks and a subtle “w” on the forehead. I slid it over my head. The helmet didn’t slide around when I shook my head. I put the hood over the helmet, and the hood fastened to it. I assumed the hood had magnets in it. I was a little confused because there seemed to be more to the helmet.

The helmet came to life and a bunch of HUDs (Heads Up Displays) appeared. The displays looked a lot like Iron Man and Batman’s HUDs. I was very impressed with the helmet.

“Hello, Matthew. My name is Nightwatcher Artificial Intelligence or NAI,” a female voice said, “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

“The same to you,” I muttered.

“Hurry the fuck up!!” Orange Bunny shouted from the living room.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” I responded.

I opened the door and everyone clapped and cheered. Rarity and Jessie squealed with excitement. Orange merely grinned.

“It seems that everyone thinks you look amazing,” NAI announced.

“How do you feel?” Rarity asked.

“I feel amazing,” I replied.

“I assume you met NAI,” Dalton said.

“Yeah. She seems cool.”

“More than cool. She’s one of the most advanced AI in our dimension,” Dalton informed.

“I’m going to assume that Orange Bunny stole the AI from Tony Stark and renamed it,” I said.

“They did not, Matthew. I was created by their bare hands, so to speak.” NAI told me.

“So what can NAI do?” Devin asked

“You know how JARVIS works, right?” Orange Bunny said.

“What’s up with Orange and Tony Stark? It’s like she’s trying to compete with him,” Levi asked.

“Yeah, like a mutant rabbit could compete with a multi-billionaire that is the leader of the Avengers,” Justin laughed.

“Shut the fuck up and let me Devin’s question or I’ll shove my-”

“Enough, Orange Bunny. Please continue!” I shouted.

“Fine. NAI works the same way except for the entire butler concept. She can hack into anything that requires a computer to operate or the computer itself,” Orange Bunny continued.

“Like what?” Rainbow Dash asked.

“Security cameras, doors that have keypads, and even military-grade databases. There isn’t anything she can’t hack. All of you will have her in your helmets or face masks.”

“Face masks?” Daniel questioned.

“Even though you didn’t want a suit, we thought a facemask would be an appropriate addition to disguise your true features,” Rarity explained.

“The facemasks will operate the same way as the helmets,” Dalton added.

“What else can she do?” Dylan asked.

“She can pilot your vehicles while you aren’t on them. You can summon them with a button on those wrist gauntlets and NAI will get them to you. Also, there is a radar in your helmets that NAI will use to tell you about vehicles all around you when you are driving. She can also scan fingerprints and run facial recognition on command. She can recognize people in both our and this dimension and she can act as a GPS, as well. NAI can understand over 100 languages. That’s all she can do for now. I’ll add more shit to her later.”

“What else did you create?” I asked.

“See that thing on your left gauntlet? Take a guess what it is,” Orange told me.

I glanced down at my left gauntlet. There a device resembled a miniature dart launcher. Of course, I knew that there was more to the little device than that.

“I don’t know, to be honest,” I replied.

“After two years of complaining. I created a grappling hook that is made of proto-adamantium. It can pull up to 1,500 pounds, pulls up to 35 miles per hour, and can shoot over 150 meters.”

“Finally so good tech,” Brody said.

“To activate the grappling hook, you press the button that is in between your thumb and forefinger. Once you press it, your helmets will have a target reticle that will turn red if the area is out of range, and it will turn blue if the area is in range. You can also use it like the Batclaw, too. All you have to do is pull back so the hook won’t pull you.”

“I’m going to assume you added a lot more stuff to the helmet,” I said.

Orange Bunny nodded and began to explain. There were six modes that we could choose from. She also said that more than one mode could operate at the same time. To activate a mode, you had to tell NAI to activate it.

The first mode that Orange Bunny created was the Night Vision mode. It operates a lot like ordinary night-vision, but with a twist. Instead of the HUD showing everything in green, everything would be in color, as if the lights never went off. The night vision would activate as soon as I entered low light conditions and it would deactivate in bright light conditions.

The second mode was called Thermal Vision Mode. It worked the same way as a thermal vision camera.

The third model was called Medical Mode. This one is a little more complicated. When activated, you have to tell NAI to scan one person at a time. A HUD will appear and show you the heart rate, blood pressure, any injuries, brain activity, skeleton, arteries, and organs, upon request.

Mode number four was called Combat Mode. NAI uses the radar to show where opponents are at by using red dots and allies with green dots. What’s cool was that when I pulled out my pistols, target reticles appeared wherever I aimed my pistols. It saves me the trouble of actually trying to aim. The target reticles, like the grappling hook, will turn red if the target is out of range, and it would be blue if the target is in range. Orange Bunny told us that the target reticle for Lance was different since he used a bow. Orange told us that the helmet would also give an alert if a rocket had been fired, an explosive had landed nearby, a gunshot and where they came from. NAI could use this mode to scan for threats in a crowd, too.

The next mode was named CSI Mode. As the name suggests, this mode was made for a crime scene investigation. It can show footprints and give what type of shoe it was and the size. Fingerprints and blood droplets will show up, as well. Bullet holes, casings, and shotguns shells and pellets would show up, and the mode would also show the caliber of the bullet or pellet. If a body is present, the helmet would scan it, if I give the command, and give the estimated time of death, how they died, and who they are. The downside was the helmet can only scan one person at a time.

The last mode that Orange Bunny created was Reconnaissance Mode. The helmet can pick up sound waves from human vocal cords from over 150 meters. Phone calls on both landlines and cell phones can be monitored without a bug, as well. On the side of the helmet, there is a little gadget that spins. What that does is cause the lenses in the visor to zoom in or zoom out. Orange Bunny also mentioned that a lip reader was installed but it isn't 100% accurate. The reader was 89% accurate. It is good enough for me.

Some other features that the helmets and facemasks had were integrated comlinks. The HUD would show who was speaking with sound wave bars on it. A breath filter was installed that could filter out deadly gases, smoke, and biological microbes. Along with that, NAI could identify what was in the air when we ask her to. Also, the helmets and facemasks could enhance vision to where we could see through smoke and fog. As an added feature, for Orange Bunny, there was a camera that allowed her to monitor and record our missions from either our HQ or the apartment. I was against it but there wasn’t any point in arguing with her.

Rarity got up and pulled out from behind the counter a huge duffle bag that you could probably store a sumo wrestler’s body in. She said that it was full of everyone else’s uniforms. The rest of the team got up and sorted through it. They looked like a pack of wolves digging through a deer.

Fifteen minutes later, the team had gotten into new uniforms.

We stood around admiring each other until Applejack got our attention.

“Umm..guys. Aren’t you guys supposed to be doing something?” she asked.

“I don’t know Are we?” Justin responded.

“You’re superheroes. Go protect the city, you bozos!” Pinkie announced.

“Will you keep your voice down? You are going to blow our cover,” Hannah snapped.

“Sorry.”

“Lance and I will go interrogate the Black Dragon the police picked up last week. The rest of you, go on patrol. Kill any Black Snake terrorists on sight,” I ordered.

“Where is that guy being kept?” Lance asked.

“I don’t know. I’ll ask NAI.”

“You can’t,” Orange Bunny announced.

“Why not?” I asked.

“Because she’s not fucking able to, dumbass. I didn’t program her to do everything. I don’t want to get bored.”

“Fine. Just look up the location of where this guy is,” Lance said.

Orange spun around in her chair and started typing. Within seconds, she had the location of the Black Dragon. He was in a cell in a prison called Brookville Regional Penitentiary.

“NAI, give Lance and me the directions of Brookville Area Penitentiary,” I ordered.

“Sure thing. It’s about thirty miles from here,” she replied.

On the HUD, a little box appeared in the top left corner. It looked a lot like a GPS except it was blue and red.

Lance and I left the apartment and walked over to our vehicles. We cranked them and drove towards the penitentiary. The traffic wasn’t horrible so we were able to get to the penitentiary in fifteen minutes.

We had to park in the woods near the entrance because if the police saw us, they would impound our vehicles and or arrest us. Mainly, because the Canterlot Police Department police chief, Chief Silver Star, had a task force to arrest me, the team, and anyone else associated with us. Being discreet was our only option.

Lance and I found a spot at the fence about four hundred yards away. Thankfully, the cameras weren’t aimed at the spot down the way we came. Then, we encountered another problem. The 10-foot fence was a barbed-wire fence.

“Now what?” Lance asked.

“I don’t have any idea,” I replied.

“You could jump over the fence,” NAI suggested.

“I thought AIs were supposed to be smart,” Lance grumbled.

I started backing up to get a running start. Lance advised against it and suggested that we should look for a lightly guarded exit. NAI and I disagreed and went with the jumping the fence idea. I ran as fast as I could. When I was about five feet away, I jumped. Thankfully, I landed on my feet. Lance didn’t have the same result. His boot got caught on the barbed wire, and he fell face forward. It was hilarious. It took all of my strength to keep from laughing my head off.

Lance got up, dusted himself off, and we jogged up to the building. There were no windows or doors. I decided to use the grappling hook to get to the roof. I pressed the button on my glove and the grappling hook activated. Then, I aimed. The gutter was a bad idea so I aimed underneath it.

I pressed the button, the hook fired, and hit the brick with a thunk. Two seconds later, I was pulled upward. I had to reach for the wall and pull myself over the wall. Lance had the same problem, except for the fact that he almost fell off.

“Orange Bunny, can you give a schematic of the building?” I asked.

“Sure, give me a second.”

Orange replaced the GPS with a schematic of the penitentiary. We found a way into the building but it was a door that had a staircase leading to the insane asylum part of the prison. With reluctance, we opened the door and walked down the stairs.

When we got to the bottom, we accidentally came upon a guard with and a prisoner. Both of them seemed freaked out to see us. Lance lunged forward and knocked out the guard. I pulled out a pistol and pistol-whipped the prisoner.

Lance and I made our way towards the holding cells, which were near the interrogation rooms. In the cells, were mainly gang members. I saw a cell that held Black Dragon gang members but the one we were looking for was not in there.

“Hey, you two. Where’s your friend?” I asked.

The gang members looked at us and laughed. I wasn’t amused and neither was Lance.

“We ain’t tellin’ you shit,” one of the gang members laughed.

“I can tell you,” someone announced in a cell to the left.

The voice came from a gang member. Lance and I walked over to the cell. The guy was wearing the orange jumpsuit and was accompanied by three other guys. He had a scorpion tattoo on his wrist and his neck. He was a Bloody Scorpion gang member.

“NAI, run a facial recognition on this gang member,” I ordered.

NAI ran it and the guy’s name was Bloody Shank, and he was the hitman for the infamous gang. He had a rap sheet that was longer than a honey-do list.

“Where is he?” Lance asked.

“In the interrogation room, down the hall, first one on the left. You can’t miss it,” Bloody Shank answered.

“Thanks. Why willing to give up the Black Dragon guy? Aren’t you guys working together?” Lance asked.

“Working together? Ha! Do you call ratting us out the Neon Streak working together?”

“Good point,” I said.

Lance and I walked down the hall and we arrived at the interrogation rooms. Only one was being used, so we waited for who was questioning the Black Dragon to get done. About two minutes later, I heard someone slam their hand on a table inside the room. Then, a man in a suit and a security guard stood there. The man in the suit was the CPD’s best detective named Hawk Shaw.

He was shocked to see us at the door, and so was the security guard. I pushed Hawk Shaw back into the interrogation room. The Black Dragon gang member looked at Lance and me, who didn’t seem fazed by our arrival. I closed the door and locked it so no one would enter.

“What is this? You aren’t the backup I requested,” Hawk Shaw complained.

“Beggars can’t be choosers, can they?” I replied.

“Who are you?”

“I’m the Cloaked Hunter and that’s the Nightwatcher,” Lance answered.

“Oh. You’re those vigilantes fighting the Black Snake. My wife has seen you before,” Hawk Shaw announced.

“Send her my regards,” I requested.

“What brings you to Brookville?” the security guard asked, nervously.

“This scumbag you’re holding has been in contact with the Black Snake,” I explained.

“Isn’t that why he’s here?”

“He was also in possession of narcotic drugs. This numbskull was going to sell it to anyone who’d buy it,” Lance added. “We have everyone reason to believe more drug deals will occur, and he might have the information we need. So, uhh…”

I didn’t know the gang member’s name. In Spanish, I told NAI to run a facial recognition scan on him. The gang member’s name was Small Time. After identifying the drug dealer, I continued the interrogation.

“Give me the details of the next drug deal with the Black Snake. We aren’t interested in your gang, only the Black Snake,” I said.

“Listen, jackass. I’ve been chained to this damn desk for five hours. The cops have used every legal interrogation method they could think of to get information out of me. So if you think that you can walk in here and ask nicely, you’ve lost-”

I drew my knife and threw it at the handcuffs. The chain broke. With a quick stride, I stepped in front of the desk, pulled Small Time over the desk, and slammed him against the wall. Hawk Shaw almost had an aneurysm.

“The way I see it, you’ve got two options at this moment. The first option is that you can answer my question and be somewhat unharmed. Option Two is I can turn you over to Cloaked Hunter. I can guarantee you that he won’t be as nice as me and I don’t have qualms with either option. Did I make myself clear?” I growled.

“Go to hell,” Small Time sneered.

I tossed him to the floor and walked over to Lance.

“U redu, Lance, ti si na redu. Koristite bilo koji metod koji vam je potreban da biste dobili potrebne informacije.”

(Serbian) “Alright, Lance, your turn. Use whatever method you need to get the information we need,” I informed.

“Habe ich eine Linie, die ich nicht überschreiten kann?”

Germa) “ Do I have a line I can’t cross?”

“Não o mate. Precisamos dele vivo.”

(Portuguese) “Don’t kill him. We need him alive.”

Lance nodded. We walked over to Small Time and helped him to his feet. Small Time looked over at me and shot me a smirk. Just as he did that, Lance punched him in the face. Then, he started beating the crap out of Small Time. Hawk Shaw tried to pull Lance off of Small Time but got kicked in the chest. Finally, Lance picked him up and slammed him against the wall.

“When is the next drug deal!!” Lance yelled.

“Go rot in hell,” Small Time groaned.

Lance grabbed Small Time by the throat and pushed him against the wall. Then, Lance pulled an arrow out from his quiver. Then, Lance stabbed Small Time in the shoulder with the arrow. Small Time’s scream was silenced when Lance tightened his grip on Small Time’s throat.

“Nightwatcher, he can’t do this? Do something,” Hawk Shaw shouted.

“I am doing something. I’m waiting for the information I need.”

“Okay, smartass. Stop this or I’m going to call security.”

“Mǎ xiū, bǎ tā bì zuǐ.”

(Chinese) “Matthew shut him up,” Lance snarled as he drove the arrow deeper.

I pulled out my pistol and approached Hawk Shaw. He asked what I was doing, but before he could finish his sentence, I pistol-whipped him. Hawk Shaw fell to the ground. The security guard stood in the corner, in awe. I holstered my pistol and resumed watching Lance finish his interrogation.

Lance pulled out the arrow and yelled, “Tell me when the next drug deal is or the arrow goes elsewhere!!”

“Go fuck yourself,” Small Time huffed.

I could tell Lance had enough with Small Time. He reared back and aimed the arrow at Small Time’s face. Lance thrust the arrow forward.

“Okay! Stop! Stop! I’ll talk!! I’ll talk!!” Small Time screamed with what little energy he had left.

Small Time collapsed to the ground as Lance released him. I helped Small Time into the chair. Then, I cut a sleeve off Hawk Shaw’s suit coat and wrapped it around Small Time’s arm. Lance continued the interrogation.

“Alright, spill,” Lance demanded.

“That Headhunter guy wanted to take our deals up a notch. Instead of small deals in parking lots, he wanted to give us more to sell than could ever imagine. The deal is going to take place in the Furry Squirrelly warehouse on Wednesday night.”

“What time will it take place,” I asked.

“About nine o’clock,” Small Time replied.

“Is there else we should know,” Lance asked.

“Yeah. Headhunter said he’d send some of his ninjas to ‘protect the merchandise” just in case you assholes showed up. I guess they’re going to have a run for their money.”

“You guessed correctly,” I said.

I drew my pistol and pointed at Small TIme. Then, I pointed at the security guard. He gulped and he backed up a little further against the wall.

“Not a word,” I ordered. He nodded his head slowly as Lance and I turned to leave.

I holstered my pistol. Before we could reach the door, a siren began blaring and a voice came over the intercom announcing an intruder was in the prison.