He knew the Nazi spy division was hiding at the meat locker down at Sheryl Street, conveniently located near a row of Smarty Plugs Electronics Convenience stores. Each one robed during a citywide blackout. Coincidence would be the first major thought anyone would think about. But under his close scrutiny, the vigilante traced the ski masked men on the rooftops. They spoke an awful lot of German for an American street thug. A inside source of his revealed the list of stolen parts, only furthering his suspicions. The fact that the meat locker was sold five days to a store brand that doesn’t exist sent the dark vigilante into the seemingly abandoned house of flesh. The Nazi scum would not escape the closing claw of The Lobster, not without their brains full of lead shots and their foreheads branded with his mark. So The Lobster sat patiently in the rafter beams, the shadows and dust masking his presence as he patiently waited for the condemned to enter. His goggles glowing a burning orange. Several meat hunks hanged from the ceiling, giving of the repugnant scent of raw flesh
“Nien, Nien. Where you born yesterday? I said I needed the capacitors wired off to the main power stablelizers. The Fuhers dream of invading the American pigs will not be achieved if we allow mistakes to be made!” Von Stienbach, one of Hitlers paranormal science division, entred the room with his guards. The vigilante had been trailing the skinny pale doctor’s movements across New York, and according to the blueprints he found earlier within the office in the building, he was attempting to open a portal to Germany. He observed as four of the guards sat off to Stienbachs left as the scientist configured his dastardly creation. It was a huge silver ring, with a diameter of 20 feet. Multiple wire and coils ran of as a stone inner ring spun around, runes inscribed into its surface, giving off a blinding light.
“It is time to begin the test; the B division is standing by in Berlin. Let us begin jumpstarting the electrical circuit. Allow full power to the pans dimensional engines, soon those American pigs will taste the Fhurers might.”
“Taste justice Nazi scum!”
The leather clad vigilante jumped off his perch, his twin pistol guns unleashing a precise barrage of lead. Hitting the ground the vigilante dived of to the side, avoiding the barrage of the two remaining guard’s Tommy guns.
“Oh shit man it’s The Lobster, we got to scram!”
Turning their backs they fled as best they could, but already The Lobster picked them off from behind. Four shots was all that was needed. Their bodies fell on the floor, bullet holes riddled there chest spilling puddles of blood. The Lobster soon fled into the shadows, avoiding Stienbachs final guard. The burly goon pulled out a grenade launcher, spinning wildly on his feet trying to catch his bearings. In desperation, the guard searched for any sign of the vigilante. Seeing a flash of orange, the goon unloaded two grenades into the darkness. A deafening explosion decimated the wall, shooting off bricks to the side, The dust settled into a disturbing silence
“That’s it,” the guard panted. “The Lobsters dead.”
“No matter, the portal is already synchronized. Soon the SS will storm New York from the inside, Lobster or not.” The scientist turned to the awesome power radiating from his machine. A ghostly white wall formed within the circular rings, already the vortex started to funnel the air throughout the room. “Yes. Once the pans dimensional engines engage, the allied powers will unable to depend on a crippled America.”
“Taste the claw!” Steinbach turned around, the sound of a gunshot ringing in his ears. The last guard was sprawled on the ground dead, blood trickled down from between his eyes. The Leather clad vigilante stood over him, reaching down and pressing his gloved hand to the corpses head, the Lobster left a glowing red claw upon the flesh. His orange goggles stared directly at Stienbach the whole time, like a lion stares at its prey. “Doctor Stienbach, studied forty years of physics until you moved to America under false pretense of work visa. Also killed over thirteen innocent people you abducted off the streets. Found them in the freezer. Their body parts dissected to create help create this machine”
“No! You can’t stop me! You can’t stop me or my glorious machine!”
The doctor ran up to the terminal controls set up in front of the teleporter. The scientist started typing in a sequence, cursing German under his breath as he attempted to speed up the process. The Lobster just stood their staring, unnerving the doctor to no end. Reaching a gloved hand to his belt, the vigilante took aim with a grenade,
“You won’t stop justice!”
The Lobster threw the live explosive, landing right upon the teleporter terminal.
“No!” the doctor screamed, but it was too late. The explosion shredded the terminal, sending scraps of steel throughout the doctors’ body as if it was nothing but butter, his own machine bringing about his own demise. The Lobster walked over to the mangled corpse and finished branding the deceased doctor when he realized that the telepoter was still active, and at full power. The Vortex began vacuming everything in the area with a unbelievable force. The vigilante’s feet flew from under him, but he managed to grab what was left of the terminal, the force almost snapping his shoulder. Grinding his teeth, he tried to pull himself, but the force was too great. The Lobster lost his grip screaming a blood curdling primal yell as he scrambled against the pull.
Flying toward the teleporter, he hit the white wall, his molecules pulling apart as a wave of pain spread like fire across his body, his essence sent across the known of existence. Before the Lobster could completely blackout from the pain, a single thought of determination crossed his mind. Whatever hell awaited on the other side he would conquer and overcome, that not even death would stop him from inflicting justice.