A Man Named David

Killian was sitting in a dingy little bar, whose name he hadn't even bothered to look at. He'd come here after stopping at a local corner store to pick up some basic toiletries. Primarily because he hadn't had the opportunity to shave while he was with Victor.

He was only allowed to comb both his hair and beard, as Victor hadn't trusted him with a razor. A wise precaution on Freeze's part, if he were being honest. Finding a cheap hotel, Killian took the opportunity to shave and shower. And boy, did it feel good to lose the beard. He hated having facial hair.

He even trimmed his hair while he was at it. Short hair was much easier to manage, after all. He then used pomade to slick it back and keep it in place. Just these small changes had already helped make him feel human again. And the steak he was waiting on would help even more.

"Mm…"

'That… is a good beer.'

The beer here was cheap, but it was cold and proved to be the best part of his night. Seeing the young waitress, whose name he remembered being Nancy, Killian couldn't help but smile. Because in her hands, was his steak… and holy hell, did it look delicious.

"Here you go. One porterhouse steak, cooked medium rare, with your two sides!"

Still smiling, Killian responded as she set his food down on the table.

"Thank you."

Returning his smile, Nancy replied in gentle, yet upbeat tone.

"You're welcome! And feel free to let me know if you'd like anything else."

Killian cut into his steak as the young waitress walked away from his table. His two sides were a baked potato and steamed green beans. Both of which he was also looking forward to. Cutting into his steak, Killian checked that it was cooked just as he'd asked for. And it smelled divine.

'Oh… you better not disappoint me.'

Taking his first bite turned into utter bliss. It was perfectly cooked, which wasn't something he had expected from such a worn-down place of business. The chef was world class. And, it may have been his inner food snob rearing its ugly head, but he would have paid a lot more for a meal of such quality.

"That was amazing."

An hour later, Killian walked out of the bar, and looked back at the sign.

"Noonan's Bar, huh? I'll have to remember this place."

After committing the bars name to memory, Killian thought back to his waitress.

'She's a stone-cold killer.'

Her smile couldn't hide what was in those eyes of hers.

"Hmm… then again, so was the chef.'

The man had only come out of the kitchen once and at first glance, he seemed simple enough… well, other than the fact he wore sunglasses indoors. At night. It was the way he moved that gave him away. It was so silent, it was unnatural. Predatorial. In Killian's experience, only trained killers moved that way. Still, it was hardly any of his business what two killers were doing working in a bar. It was merely an observation.

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Sitting in his hotel room, Killian was putting together a device from pieces of gutted electronics scattered about the room. From a calculator to the rooms TV, Killian had stripped it all for any usable parts. Given the state of the hotel, most of the electronics were broken in some way anyhow, so his pickings weren't slim.

"Mm… that should do it."

In his hand, Killian held a makeshift device of his own design. Its intended purpose was very similar to one of the devices created by the MCU's "Stark Industries" called a "Sonic Taser". The key difference, however, is that unlike the Sonic Taser, which paralyzes its target, Killian's device had a much wider range and would force its targets into unconsciousness.

"Whew… I'm beat."

'How long have I been at it?'

Looking towards the old analog clock on the nearby wall, he read the time. It was currently 4:51am. It took him three hours to finish his work. Sighing, Killian laid down on the old hotel mattress and closed his eyes. He was tired and thinking about everything he needed to do tomorrow, he'd need sleep.

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Killian was now standing outside of a café. He was currently watching a group of police officers who were all sitting inside. Needless to say, he wasn't doing so for fun. He needed to borrow one of the officer's belongings and more importantly… their identity.

Killian intended to use the access the officers had to their precinct to uncover the identity of the body he was inhabiting… amongst other things. Switching his sight over to the nearby police vehicles, he planned his next move. He remained patient and within an hour, an opportunity presented itself.

One of the officers exited alone. A male, around his height and build. The man walked to his squad car and Killian followed suit. Once he had reached the door, in a swift sequence of events, Killian had quietly gotten behind the officer and placed him into a head lock. It didn't take long for the officer to lose consciousness.

His eyes quickly scanning the area for any trouble, Killian opened the squad car's rear door and placed the officer inside. Then, climbing in the driver's seat, he drove to a nearby alleyway and swapped their clothes. Tying his hair up and placing the officer's hat on his head, Killian checked his appearance in the driver's side mirror.

"That should do it."

Opening a travel sized bottle of whiskey in his back pocket, he sprinkled it over the comatose officer. Then he climbed back into the driver's seat. From this point on, he'd have to move quickly. Ten minutes later, Killian arrived at the local precinct. Getting out of the vehicle, he proceeded to call one of his "fellow officers" over.

"Hey! Can one of you help me with the collar I just picked up?"

Throwing his hands up in an act of helplessness, Killian continued.

"Guys passed out in the back. Drunk off his ass!"

The officer in question quickly responded.

"Yeah, I got you."

They moved the comatose man, who was unknowingly portraying the role of a drunkard into the precinct's drunk tank. Afterwards, Killian made his way towards one of the buildings bathrooms. Once there, he placed the Sonic Device into a ceiling vent.

Setting it to maximum frequency, Killian then placed a pair of earphones with an opposing signal into each of his ears. He could resist brief output at low strength, but that wasn't the case for the kind of output he was about to unleash. Switching the device on, he moved his way towards the precinct captain's office.

While walking there, people were dropping like flies around him. Reaching the office, Killian pushed the sleeping captain out of his chair and got to work. It took him nearly thirty minutes to find what he was looking for.

'So, this body belonged to a man named David Pavitch. No known family or aliases. Arrested for vagrancy and… public indecency?'

"Five times?! Well… someone liked pulling their dick out."

With knowledge of his identity in this world in mind, he then ran a search to make certain that his new body had no known criminal ties. After ten minutes, the search came back negative. Nodding his head, he pulled out an SD Card and inserted it into the computer's hard drive.

The card held a trojan horse virus that would install a back door into the police database and any other database it was connected to. Once that was done, Killian removed the SD Card, then wiped out any trace that he had used the computer. He then collected the sonic device and casually walked out of the precincts entrance.