Fan Fiction: Crossovers
Why Wasn't I There?

  Peter came back several hours later. Stephen grinned as he came down the stairs. "Hey. Where you been?"

  Peter grinned back warily. "Your Uncle came by, suggested I take a walk. I assume he chatted with you."

  "Yes." answered Stephen.

  Peter was content with that. If there was anything else he needed to know, he would find out sooner or later.

  "I had a chat with Max. We discussed the virtues of disclosing required information."

  Peter grinned. "And?"

  "Max understood the necessity of honesty." Stephen's tone had just a touch of smug arrogance.

  Peter burst out laughing and walked over to his partner. "Welcome back Stephen!" He shook his partners hand vigorously. " I like having you around so much better than the Stephen that's been pretending to be you the last few days."

  Stephen snorted and returned the handshake. "Would you like to throw me a party, or do you want to find out what Max gave me?"

  Peter settled down. "Okay, lets hear it."

  Stephen held up a manila folder, making it appear in his hand like a magicians coin. "What I have here in my hand is a list of Sacred Sword transactions and delivery records: Everything from weapons to simple groceries to cash payments. I was just going through some of them."

  Peter took some of the papers and settled into his own chair. "What are we looking for?"

  "Clues." answered Stephen. "Are they buying things in bulk, are they stockpiling? Where are they getting these items delivered? Are they paying off anyone in particular?"

  Peter returned to his papers. "Whoa!" he shouted. "There's a cash transaction to Hillary Clinton!"

  "I saw that too!" laughed Stephen. "I don't want to know what that was for."

  Peter laughed. Stephen was back to normal. "A lot of these are co ordinates." he commented.

  "Pick up and delivery points." mused Stephen. "And a cash payment to various places in each case."

  "You've got mail," chirped the computer.

  "The sanctum has an email address?" blurted Peter.

  "Not just an address, it has its own email server." confirmed Stephen. "Used primarily for sending information between agents on official business. It cannot be traced except from here. Remember the address I gave Kingpin?"

  Peter laughed briefly. "So the Kingpin sent us a message?"

  Stephen nodded and brought the message up on the screen:

Shadow.
SS has made a transaction. SS delivery picked up and arrives in New York one hour from now. Pickup coordinates included. Package unknown. Drop-off coordinates, and shipment code name included.
Good luck.