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<span class="mu-r">“I’ll try to figure out whether Moon Knight knows anybody that wants to help.”</span> you declared.
<span class="mu-b">“Got it. I’ll let him know.”</span> said Julia’s icon.
<span class="mu-r">“Thanks a million.”</span> you replied, before switching over to Terminal. <span class="mu-r">“I’ve gotta head back now to deal with something. Do you think you can handle things from here?”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“I’ll let you know if I pick up the trail again.”</span> he said with a rasping cough. <span class="mu-r">“Shouldn’t be too hard now that we know who she is.”</span>
That’s assuming you really have the right person. If you’re wrong about this, and you antagonize the Serpent Society for no good reason…
You shake your head to clear it and thank Terminal for his service, before leaping back towards the nearest tree leading back into the city. Thinking like that won’t help anybody.
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Instead of meeting MK back at the mansion, the two of you agreed to meet each other at the rendezvous point that he specified. Now, maybe it had something to do with the superhero/vigilante track record of meeting on rooftops at night, but that’s exactly what you were expecting from the Fist of Khonshu. But when the location turned out to be a local diner in Brooklyn, and you were forced to realize that standing on top of such a low building would only draw further suspicion, you hesitantly came down to enter in through the front door like a normal person.
The sign said closed, and the inside of the establishment looked nearly deserted, but Moonie’s text clearly stated that you were allowed to enter, just the same as everyone else. And so with hesitation, you entered “The Other Place”.
A soft bell rang as you pushed open the door, and a middle aged black woman with an afro turned to meet your gaze. She was standing beside a table where Marc sat, in his Mr. Knight outfit, minus the mask. The man was admittedly much more casual about taking it off than any other cape you’ve encountered.
<span class="mu-s">“Don’t worry, Gena. He’s with me.”</span> Marc said, placing a reassuring hand on her arm.
Gena nodded hesitantly and stepped back so as to allow you to sit down across from the man. You did exactly that, casting a wary glance around the room in the time that it took you to cross the distance between you and the booth. As you made yourself comfortable, Marc slid a menu over to you.
<span class="mu-r">“Can I, uh…get you boys anything?”</span> Gena asked nervously. <span class="mu-r">“Coffee?”</span>
You almost refused the offer on principle, but Marc felt the need to answer for you.
<span class="mu-s">“One for both of us, thanks.”</span>
The waitress nodded and headed back into the kitchen. The only other person in this diner besides the two of you was an old man with a colorful patchwork vest and long gray hair. He had his back turned to you, but you could tell that he was paying close attention to everything that went on in the diner.
Marc seemed to notice where you were looking, because he passively waved off your unexpressed concerns.
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