<div class="floatleft">(https://jessicajayneauthor.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/phq83x3ccovopo.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Blake Lloyd Campbell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=310417.msg15069284#msg15069284)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>NYPD Uniform<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Sep 10, 2019<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Mid-Day<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Avengers Tower<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Introduction and cooperation.<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Madam Satan, Hellstrom, Cipher, Blackout, and Daredevil<br/><hr/><br/>Blake glanced over his shoulder at the yellow-suited woman who quickly approached him. As he waited for the elevator, he had time to hear her argument about why he should stay. His attention slowly turned back to gazing up at the floor lights as the elevator climbed. Acting as a liaison for the NYPD was something he could commit to. It would probably make their lives easier, especially when the Secret Avengers actually started kicking off and busting bad guys.<br/><br/>“I need more time to think about it,” he replied. “But I don’t mind actin’ as a liaison.”<br/><br/>The noise Hellstrom was making caused his eyes to narrow and brows to furrow irritably. Some of the Secret Avengers seemed to know who he was, but to Blake, he was a loud-mouthed nobody. He had plenty of drama with Firestar, and Blake wanted nothing to do with it.<br/><br/><em>Ding!</em><br/><br/>The elevator arrived and Blake stepped inside. He then turned toward Firestar. “Just give me a day.”<br/><br/>As the doors started to close, he overheard the hologram say…<br/><br/><strong>…Detective Campbell.</strong><br/><br/>A chill passed over his body and Blake immediately thrust an arm between the doors to get them to roll back open. He stepped through with wide, grey eyes staring at the red A.I. or whatever it was. It knew his name, but not only that, it supposedly had assigned<em>HIM</em>, a case.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier new;">Campbell is everything all right?</span><br/><br/>It was Siobhan. She was worried. He had taken longer than normal without giving her updates.<br/><br/>“You assigned<em>me</em>a case?” Blake repeated incredulously. He had a brow raised at Vision and a look that read:<em>Who the hell do you think you are?</em>Did the Secret Avengers have moles in the NYPD watching him? No; that seemed more like SHIELD’s style. Were they working together? So far, it seemed like he didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. He crossed his arms before his chest, the sleeves of his uniform tight around his biceps as he scowled at Vision. He didn’t like to be manipulated, and the Avengers, SHIELD, whoever the fuck was doing it, was getting on his last nerve.<br/><br/>One of his hands rose to grasp his radio as he quickly added without radio discipline:<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier new;">I’ll be down in a minute.</span><br/><br/>“I haven’t said ‘yes,’ but if I do have this case, and it involves me stoppin’ some drug from gettin’ out and makin’ my life a pain in the ass, then I’ll handle it and assist any way I can.”<br/><br/>The Secret Avengers started to introduce themselves at the lead of the blind female. She didn’t give her name but she explained that she had the ability to manipulate darkness and couldn’t see beyond a hundred yards. Daredevil; he knew about him as much as he wanted to. The super hero had his respect and gratitude for helping the NYPD on too many occasions to count.<br/><br/>When introductions came around to him, Blake uncrossed his arms and started, “My name is Detective Blake Campbell. I was born and raised in Queens, New York if you couldn’t tell by my accent. My favorite color is blue; I like the dark licorice balls at the bottom of those milk teas; and I like chillin’ at the beach (Alert: Blake’s attempt at a joke). I’ve never been a part of any super hero team. Costumes…eh…tights, not really my thing.”<br/><br/>It was right at the front of his lips, and he felt the secret clenching his heart.<em>You were abducted. You’re probably not even human anymore</em>, he heard his conscience tell him. Blake didn’t feel comfortable sharing that detail with them. He didn’t care that they were heroes. They were still strangers and just because some guy ran around in tights saving lives didn’t mean he was all of sudden so trustworthy that he might as well give him his social security number.<br/><br/>“That’s about it,” Blake ended. He glanced around the room. “I don’t think your Tagar girl is here anymore. If she was that girl who walked out, then I might be able to track her down if ya give me her full name.”