New Haven City. A place of booming technology, large industry, and intense crime. A cop could go crazy in town like this. Especially a detective like Dorian Kaneis. Dorian began his day at 5:00 A.M. waking up in his comfortable aparment, and taking a a shower. He has bacon and eggs with a cappicno for breakfast. He walks out of his building whereing slacks a designer turtle neck and sports coat, topped off with a Colombo-esk over coat. He places his fladora hat o his head, walks towards they newspaper bin and buys his daily copy of the "Haven's Horn" newspaper to catch up on the nights last few night activities.

After this Dorian walks toward rather classic roadster. His fathers '57 Fairlane, keep in decent conditon and up dated from time to time. He drive to his precint. Number 23, The same precinct his father had worked at. Dorian walks in with the paper in hand. Taking the stairs to the Special Take Force Division (dealing with over the top criminals, organinzed crime, super powered maniacs and any experiments that get away from the "scinetists in New Haven) Dorian sees his supervisor, Captain Anthony Arner, a good cop with alot of experience, 'Hey, Captain," he says," look what on the second front of the Horn.

Reading, Captain Arner says," 'The Dark Wolf Friend or Foe' don't tell me they're printing tis gargbage again, you sure this isn't the Daily Tattler."

"No sir its in all the papers this morning."

'I guess the public isn't going to understadn that he's helping fight the goos fight, sure his method aren't necessarial our but he never get in our way ,adn always turn over the maniacs he brings in."

Surpised, Dorian excalims, "Sir, do you mean to tell me you endorse Dark Wolf actions."

"All I'm saying Kaneis is he's pulled to many peoples fat out ofthe fire including the Mayor and myself to dismiss him as just another vilgilante wish death wish just yet, and no I'm not going to officailly state he exists, I'll just say he's like Santa Claus, a representation of a higher ideal."

The two of them laugh, then Dorian's partner, Dectective Franklin Smith, comes in. A cpnspircay theorist and tough cop, Franklin yells in the middle of hte precinct, "I knew I knew he existed." This caused a great deal of laughter and comontion, but it became just anpther day on teh beat.

Just Another Day...

About 1:00 a call come in for the Special Task Force. Arner sends Dorian and Smith to the scene.

Pulling up to a charred building with the fire chief and fire marshal already there to meet them.

The fire cheif was stout man with a good heary but not incredibilty britgh his gift was knowing how to put out the flames, the fire marshal was you normal brown nosing suit who only got the job because his daddy didn't want him to get hurt or embrassed on the front line of a fire fight.

Dorian gets out of the car straightens his coat followed by Smith. They walk slowly getting their surroundings and the area. This was some kind of lab, but not to sure want kind.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen, are you the dectectives from STF," asks the fire marshal.

"No we're tourists looking for a good smoke house," says Dorian

"You can't talk to a superior like that, Mr. Umm...."

"Detective Dorian Kaneis, adn this my partner Detective Franklin Smith, and by the way "sir" you requested us to be here so you can either tell us waht you know and let us get our job done, or we can get out of here now."

"Then I guess we'll get started then, detective." says the fire marshal,"follow me."

The fire cheif gave slight chuckle at the marshal reaction. He had met Dorian Kaneis on several occassions and for this arson they would need the expertise of the STF.

Detecitve Smith carries with an crime scene toolkit, being from the CSI before he was transfered it was a forced habit, however on burn case, the srime scence can tell the whle story or nothing.

The four men make they're way inside a burned out building, charred completely ont he inside yet the sturture remined undistured as if soemone had oonly wanted teh inside to burn. Traces of lab equipmet were scatter through the place.

"What was this place?" asked Dorian.

The fire marshal says, "It was a lab for the Axcess Corparation. Now the equipment is garbage."

"Cheif what have you and the fire department found so far?" asked Kaneis

"Abolustely nothing, not a trace of an acclerant or even a match strike, or cigarette butt." he replied, "the place is clean, that why we called you guys."

A lab for the Axcess Corpation. Luthor Axcess had been behind bars for months since Halloween, when Dorian as Dark Wolf had taken down the Axcess corpartion by shwoing they connections with major terrorists and criminal elements. That same night, he took on the Grinlin, another product of Axcess corpartion, an at large criminal with the power and clout to pull a dark horse victory over E.M. Pryez "Criminal Riech" for control over the "new colony" of his empire, New Haven City. Could Axcess be pulling strings from behind bars again to destroy more evidnece of the Corpations illecite activties?

"Dorian", yells Smith from across the building, "I've got one finger print."

Back at the Precint

The investigation took all the afternoon, Dorian decided to work late to find some check over some the clues to put together some new leads.

"One finger print?" says Dorian,"I guess it's time to check the files"

Making sure no one is around, Dorian removes a cable from his coat pocket. Dorian reaches back and plugs into the spare modem port. Then a simlar port a prepares on the the now exposed gaunlet on his left hand.

<I'll cross reference the cityies files against this finger print, as well as some I have collected over the last few months.>

The print matched with several arson that had been occuring in the past three weeks, over half of them had been Axcess Corparation related. This print put the total count at six to four.

<No Match, good I kind of wanted to do this the hard way tonight.>

Picking up his cell phone, "Hey professor, watch the apartment I'll be late again to night"

Chester "The Jester" Quinn, a moniker betowed on him by his follow thugs when he was a flilgling hood. Quinn had made it to the big time, not only was he running the Axcess corparation in Mr. Axcess's stead, he was one of New Haven City's major costumed rouges, the new and imporved, armored, Grinlin. Although he aidied in the near destruction of the Axcess Corparation, Luthor Axcess, believed that Quinn had shown the right amount of ruthlessness to be the head of the "company" until his release from prison.

Quinn sits queitly at the desk in his white suit with bright green shrit and blaze orange tie. His grin slowly turns to grimace as he reads the paper. "REX," he yells,"GET IN HERE!!!"

Rex Axcess enters begrudingly, he hated Quinn and resented that his own father had chosen him over his own son to rule the Corparation. Bitingly Rex says, "Yes sir."

"What is this? Another lab was torched last night! Do you realize how guilty this makes your father look, and it looks like we're destroying evidence." says Quinn accusingly.

Rex clears his throat and speaks,"If you are insinuating that I am some how behind this, you are wrong. Some one is setting us up and, and...."

Rex's voice tappers off all he can do is point toward the window. On the balcony something had just appeared. Something that was not friendly.

Its clawed fist, bust through the glass of the sliding glass door.

Quinn turns around, in his chair, with an energy weapon in his hand, "Hello, Mr. Wolf, normally you'd huff and puff, the three little pigs never mentioned breaking and entering."

Dark Wolf steps forward, "What do you know about these arsons, Quinn?"

>>>to be continued<<<

"What do you know about these arsons, Quinn?" says Dark Wolf.

"You mean the fires at some of Mr. Axcess' labortories in the last few weeks. WE here at the Axcess Corpration are just as baffled as you, Dark Wolf." says Chester Quinn.

"Don't play games with me, Quinn. You know more than your saying."

"I can tell you this much, the Axcess Corparation isn't in the habit of destroying it own property. If these are arson we are being struck at and set up."

"Do you have anything to add, Mr. Axcess?" questions Dark Wolf

Rex Axcess voice quaveringly speaks, "I've heard some one is trying to push his way into some the Axcess Corpartions former criminal terrority. But I assure you I knew nothing of my father's criminal acts before his trial. But I do know where the next possible fire could be."

"Where?" says Dark Wolf threatingly.

"We got a message a few weeks ago..." Rex started

"Don't tell him, Rex we handle our business ourselves," shouts Quinn prepareds to fire the energy weapon.

Dark Wolf fires a stun pellet to knock the weapon away from Quinn's hand.

"We got a message it was written in charcoal. It said I will burn this corpartion to the ground to make room for an Empire. It said iw as going to burn everything the Axcess corpartion built to the ground." says Rex.

"An empire like the boss Empire?" Says Dark Wolf.

"That's what we believe" says Rex.

"What's the next target, Rex?"

"The East Haven housing projects."

Dark Wolf turns and leaps off the balcony after he hears this infomation. Those developments had nothing to do with Axcess's criminal activies. They were a clean place, no drugs, no problems in the area. This wasn't just about the Axcess Corparations criminal syndicate, this was being used as personal statemewnt that something worst than before was coming and DArk Wolf was the only thing standing in its way.

East Haven Housing


A figure in a black over coat makes his way over to the back of housing developments. He is in a broad brim hat with, and is carrying a back pack of some sort. "Now this is a statement." he mumbles under his breathe. He grabs a piece of brick from the area he is stadnig in, and suddenly it erputs into flame. He throws the flaming projectile into a near by window. The window shatters and the house erupts in flames.

Out of nowhere, Dark Wolf appears, almost materializing. He break through the door, "Get out of the Development, and get your neighbors out too," he shout forcefully.

Another flaming projectile hurls toward the house. " Well, well, well, my employer told me about you, I thought you were just a myth to scare away the street punks at night."

The flaming object squarely hits Dark Wolf on the shoulder, "Fireproof," he mutters

"Not to this fire"

WHOOSH!!! The flames spreads to Dark Wolf's upper body. Dark Wolf throws his cape over himself to smother the flames. adn they extinguish.

The Figure rmove the hat he was wearing, "Allow me to intorduce myself, I'm called, The Torch, but you my friend, can call me Mr. Torch."

A whirling sound over the two of them, a new player enters the game, tossing a two devices at the opponents. The device as shaped like a smilley face with razor sharp teeth. They explode sending Dark Wolf runnining insticntively for cover and Torch absorbing the energy.

"That the best you've got, I've heard of you too, Grinlin," The Torch gives a sickening look and suddenlt his head erupts with flame, but his garemtns remain unscathed, "well since were all here we may as well do this rigth shouldn't we."