Adam Wraith and La Esqueleta

Adam Wraith liked to hang around the docks at night, things went on there. He smoked a cigarette and waited. Soon enough the car he was expecting drove up, a sleak black sedan creeping through the night. It parked and its lights blinked off. A few minutes later another car in a similar style came around the corner and parked next to first. These, Adam was certain, where members of a narcotics cartel out of Mexico City, relatively high ranking members too. He'd been making life difficult for the Cartel for about two years now. Two men got out of their cars, Adam picked up his bat and walked over to introduce himself.

The men weren't to friendly, they shot him six times, ruining a suit he really did like. But a few wacks of his bat pacified them. One was dead for sure, the other would probably be okay once his jaw healed up. Adam started to lift his bat up to finish the living one off, stood there for a moment, and walked away.

"Damn Adam, get a hold of your self," he said. He'd been feeling strange lately, stranger then usual. Something was just off, he'd sit and stair out of the window of his apartment all day, eyes unfocused. Once he walked aimlessly around the city for three days before realizing what he was doing.

He ended up at twenty four hour diner drinking a strawberry shake.


At around sunrise Adam was standing outside Rodriguez Shipping, a front for a heroin distribution plant. This was the last Cartel operation in the neighborhood. Getting rid of this place meant the city would be cured of them, until they came back, they always came back. The door men probably wouldn't want to let him in, he could fight them but would probably end up killing them. He decided to take his own suggestion and keep it together, he'd go in quiet. He tapped the bomb in his pocket, took a step off the ledge of the building he was standing on, and turned to mist.

"It's like, it feels like being asleep but dreaming about whats around you," he told his grand-niece when she asked what transforming felt like. He drifted as a cloud of dark vapor across the bay and into  the plants ventilation.  Through that he blew into the basement, out a vent, and reformed. Using his phone as a light he scanned the dark basement for what he was looking for and found it behind a rusty water heater with a 70's Playboy poster taped to it, the gas line.

With his knife he cut a little hole in the PVC pipe and listened to it hiss out. Then he set the little bomb down, it was a simple thing he'd liberated from another Cartel  operation, a cellphone attached to an igniter attached to a pipe. He set it down, misted, and went out the way he came.

When he got back to his perch he took his phone from his pocket, pressed a few numbers and waited for the boom. Hopefully it wouldn't hurt any one, Adam thought when the phone first range, just destroy the product and run them out, he thought on the second, where's the fire, he thought on the third. On the forth some one answered.

"Hello," said the woman's voice. She had a Spanish accent.

"Who's this?" Adam asked.

"My name is Maria, may I ask yours?" she said.

"Adam, may I ask were you found this bomb miss?" Adam said.

"On your bomb, Mister?" Maria asked.

"Wraith, how'd you find it?" Adam wondered.

"I smelled you come in Mr. Wraith. No one fucks with my brothers operations ! Even you, little ghost," she hung up.

He knew who it was instantly, when he'd started researching the cartel he'd seen a picture of it's leader Ricardo "El Perro Mas"  Javier standing next to his sister Maria. Ricardo was what you expected, a tubby middle aged man with a gold chain and an angry glare. His sister was something else, dressed like she'd just got home from Día de Muertos. Her face was done up like a skull and she wore a dark red robe made of layers of semi-sheer cloth. "La Esqueleta", they called her. They said she had mystical powers, he never thought she was the real deal.

Things had gotten more complicated for Mr. Adam Wraith very quickly.