Chapter 7 - 7 New Friends? (1/2)
Gray obviously had absolutely no idea of the meeting the Justice League had about him, although he did not think that Batman wouldn't mention him at his next meeting with the other members of the Justice League.
An unknown speedster with remarkable strength and a extremely high prowess with the spear.
It instantly made the other members a little wary hearing about a thief with a combat prowess that might be equal to their own.
And that was Gray's ”known” abilities. They couldn't count of those being his only skills.
”..... I love having money”, said Gray with a serene smile on his face.
The current Gray was presently lying down on sun lounge, sipping an alcoholic beverage from glass, enjoying the bright sun shining down on Gotham City.
It wasn't very often that the sun broke through the thick clouds above Gotham City. It washed away the sense of unease over the city and many normal citizens seemed a little bit brighter as they felt the sun's rays on their faces.
Gray included.
After ”rescuing” the money from the hands of the criminals from the docks, Gray had checked into a hotel, quite the expensive one, and spent the night in a proper bed for the first time in over a week. To go from being pretty much homeless to a king-sized bed in just a few days really made Gray see the value in taking money from criminals.
He saw the potential in it, despite making enemies out of pretty much every enemy of the Justice League.
It put a dent in the criminals activities in Gotham, and filled his pockets as a result.
It was a win-win situation.
For Gray at least.
He took another sip of his drink and sighed happily.
”Later tonight a shipment of money will leave Gotham for another country. I'll have to arrive at the private airport and intercept it. Apparently it belongs to the Falcone Family.....”.
Gray didn't underestimate the crime families of Gotham despite the fact they didn't possess any criminals the same level of strength as Batman, nor did they have any metahumans to ȧssist with their crimes.
What they did have was an exorbitant amount of money. They could create open contracts for mercenaries to work for them and kill their political enemies in order to expand and create even more money. It was a cruel cycle, and even with Batman taking out several of the Families Heads a new one just rose up to take their place.
'I wonder how much money will be on this shipment tonight. If there is enough I might be able to leave Gotham in a few days....'.
He left the outdoor pool area near the top floor and went inside to the open bar. Despite only being noon, the hotel Gray was currently staying out catered to the very rich. Having a bar open at all times was a given for this level of luxuriousness.
”Something strong please”.
The barkeep nodded and pulled off several bottles from the shelf.
After being integrated with Achilles for such a long time, he found that his innate constitution had changed slightly, and his height, weight, appetite and alcohol consumption limit had increased by quite the large amount.