Fan Fiction: Crossovers
Why Wasn't I There?

  "Haliv." Announced Kingpin. "Only answers to one real name because he has so many false names. Member of Al Qaeda, Silver Cobra, Golden Jihad, and at least three other middle eastern organizations we haven't been able to name yet."

  "Must not have much of a home life." Commented Spider-Man.

  "Check this!" The kingpin was surprised. "Will not continue with any operation, unless at least two of his organizations agree."

  "This guy goes with the majority?" yelped Spider-Man.

  "A democratic maniac." commented The Shadow.

  "This seems familiar," murmured The Kingpin, and he ran another search on the names. "Ah! Here we go. Tular."

  "Tular?"

  "That isn't his real name. If he ever had a real name, it has been swallowed by a thousand pseudonyms. Tular is the name of the leader of another terrorist cell. Likes to be in the middle of the action. The cell he commands is called the Sacred Sword. Haliv was a member of the Sacred Sword too."

  "They get these names out of fortune cookies or video games?" asked Spider-Man.

  Kingpin chose to ignore him. "The Sacred Sword is a particularly savage group, famed for vicious strikes, and hitting civilians."

  "Haliv apparently thought that your usual terrorist was too warm and cuddly." Said Spider-Man in a narrator's voice.

  Kingpin ignored him again. "Shadow, the Sacred Sword has based itself in America for the last Century. Seems they didn't like the way the rise and fall of the world powers favored America."

  "The last three days would have them shouting from the rooftops," agreed The Shadow. "They would definitely sanction this. And probably stage another, for their own glory."

  Kingpin nodded grimly. "We cannot allow this of course."

  "No we can't." agreed The Shadow. "This stops here Kingpin. Thanks for your help." The Shadow turned to leave.

  "Go get them Shadow." called The Kingpin after them.

  Spider-Man looked down at Kingpin in surprise. "You're cheering for us in this round?"

  "I may not make an honest buck, but I still have a soul. It may have shrunk a bit, but its still there, and what they did was WAY over the line. Make them suffer."

  The Shadow let loose his chilling laugh. "Don't worry. They will."

  Spider-Man dropped to the floor and stood between the men. "Would this be a bad time for me to suggest that we all link arms and sing 'God Bless America'?"

  Kingpin and The Shadow both looked at him.

  "And you always have this guy around?" He said to The Shadow. "Out of all your agents you picked him to be your partner?"

  "You learn to tune him out," answered The Shadow. "If you have any more information, send it to me by email. theshadow@girasol.com. Forget about tracing it: its impossible."

  The men left the office, and soon after were out of the building.