#moonkxight

Drew Investigations wasn’t the most successful business the world, Jessica had never tried to delude herself into thinking otherwise. Investigation was a niche market, but it paid the bills when the Avengers did not, Stark really needed up increase their salaries. The cases that came in were typically limited, a lot of missing persons, some angry spouses with accusations their significant other was cheating, money gone missing, etc., but with New York City isolated from the rest of the world — just their luck — New Yorkers were getting desperate. The cases were piling in, people begging for leads on where their family members might be. Allegedly, a whole lot of people were supposed to be in the city when everything went to shit, and while Jessica was worried some may not want to be found, she couldn’t pass up cases with kids involved.

The makeshift office was small, but it had a desk, a filing cabinet, and a computer, everything that she and Marc would need in order to begin their search. Mia D’Angelo was first on the light, a seventeen year old NYU student. Her last sighting was at a deli in the meat packing district, although that hardly narrowed things down. Ah, well, Jessica was confident in her skills, and thus far, Moon Knight was competent, too. “I guess we’re starting with a good ol’ interrogation,” Jessica said as they arrived at the deli. “They’re about to close thanks to the curfew, should be a good time to get information on our girl.” If it turned out that Mia was hiding for a reason, Jessica had every intention to protect her, but if she were in danger, that wasn’t something Jessica could live with on her conscience. “Do you and your god wanna take the lead or do I have the honours?”

Moon Knight was someone that Karen trusted. In theory, she was a relatively trusting woman, she knew. She believed that people had the best intentions, that they would help her if given the opportunity, and at times, that very belief had lead her into perilous positions. After her discussion with Marc, revealing that his… god wanted to help her, Karen had come to think about Marc as an ally in her investigation into President Doom. Admittedly, her results had been limited. She couldn’t publish an article about how strange it was for a president to have no paper trail, no proof of a campaign, but after the list was revealed, Karen’s suspicions only increased. Everything Victor von Doom seemed calculated and as a result, Karen needed to become unrelenting.

It was dusk when she arrived a few blocks away from the Empire State Building, Doom’s acting office, and that had been a conscious choice. She wasn’t confident that Moon Knight would help her with an investigation as danger as the one Karen was about to begin, but she could ask, and if things went terribly wrong, a vigilante would know the truth about her disappearance. Ultimately, it was the safest decision, although coming from Karen, a woman with little concern about her safety on the pursuit of transparency, ‘safe’ meant little. Her gun was tucked into her pants, unloaded for the time being, and she had her phone recording in preparation. It was the best arsenal she had. When she saw Moon Knight approach, Karen took a step forward and offered him a smile. “Thanks for meeting me,” she said. “I was hoping I could convince you to help me with something. I want to search Doom’s home,” she admitted. “He doesn’t always stay in the Empire State Building. “He sometimes stays at the Langham Hotel, we can start there. What do you say?” Before Marc could answer, she added, “I want proof that always planned on leaking the list.” After President Doom repeatedly promised he would not reveal the names, it was a mighty claim to make.