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Posted by Blue Beetle
on 8/18/2008, 3:19 pm, in reply to "Quiet Moves: Miniature"
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"It's not big enough, is it? I mean, it should be bigger shouldn't it?" Booster Gold sits in the lavish board room. The sky is a clear blue, the sun shimmers in and out of the room’s blinds. Skeets floats near his companion still unsure of the situation Booster had gotten them into.
"Don't you think we should be worrying about more important things?" Skeets asks, "pacing" over the middle of the very big and very expensive oak conference table.
"Twelve inches? It should be bigger then twelve inches, I am The Great Booster Gold, after all." Booster brings the action figure designed in his likeness closer to his face for further inspection.
"While the size of yourself is important. I think we should be asking ourselves, why we have been brought here, and what exactly we are doing here." Skeets floats near the window, the bright Metropolis skyline glistening in the morning sun. "My records have no data on Maxwell Lord, which...."
"Is a shame if you ask me." Maxwell Lord stands in the door way, his hands planted firmly in the front pockets of his pants. He has a grin on his face that would make a used car dealer blush. As he walks into the room he is followed by a young woman with short red hair, she carries a tray with two small glasses and a bottle of Brandy.
"I guess we're going to have to do something about that aren't we Mr. Gold?" Max sits down in one of the conference rooms plush leather chairs, the young woman sets the tray next to him. "Thank you Christine."
"Now we can get down to business, drink?" Max pours himself a glass as Christine leaves the room; she shuts the doors as she walks out.
"No, thanks." Skeets replies before Booster can respond. "He's on the job right."
"Fair enough." Max chuckles as he leans back in his chair. "Let's cut straight to the chase, with everything that has happened since Luthor's time as President, the Super Human community has stopped caring about the little guy, the everyman. The public distrusts you people and frankly from what the focus groups are saying, they want you gone. I want to change that."
"Ambitious much?" Booster jokes, still playing with his action figure.
"I hope so; I plan on being more then a footnote in your little friend’s memory bank." Max takes a sip of his drink. "I see a world where you heroes are the stars, movies, books, TV shows; I see a world where you transcend the word celebrity."
"And we fit in where?" Skeet's asks noticing Booster starting to pay more attention to Max's words.
"I'm starting a Super Hero team, think Avengers, or the Justice League only better. I've already talked to Paramount and Fox for the movie rights of the origin story. I want a team to fight for the people, that don't just stand for one nation, but for all nations made up of heroes like you from all over the world."
"I don't know I've got a pretty good solo thing going." Booster sets down the action figure.
"I want you to be the leader. After all who better to lead a team then a guy that already has all the information?" Max glances over at Skeets, who had positioned himself by a rather tall fern.
"Where do I sign?" Booster doesn't hesitate.
"Excellent, Welcome to the Global Guardians." Max's Cheshire grin only grows bigger.
Well that could have gone better, I wonder how much paper work I'm going to have to fill out. The night air is cold as I walk out onto the street; the young ladies I had just paid a visit to were nice with the exception of our fight at the beginning. I want to say that Waller is going to mad when she finds out but somehow I don't think that anger is going to be her immediate reaction. I look down at the brief case in my right hand, containing the blood samples that I had just taken.
*Buzz**Buzz**Buzz**Buzz*
The vibrations jolt my leg and catch me by surprise, with everything that had happened I'd forgotten about the cell phone in my pocket.
"Mario's Pizza." After I say the words I regret them immediately, not because I maintained a tradition of overplaying jokes that lost their novelty a long time ago but I forgot that Checkmate wasn't Oracle.
"You get the sample?" It's Waller, jovial as usual.
"Yeah, funny story actually...”
"Can it Kord, you're going to have to take a break from visiting pretty teenagers apartments, we need you to bring someone in for us. We have a report..." She's blunt, to the point and not overly friendly no wonder she and Bruce have never gotten along.
"Wait a minute, I thought that the action stuff was the Black side’s responsibility, I don't want...” What is your game Amanda, and how do I fit into it.
"The Black side has its own troubles at the moment, and this a fairly simple matter that you can't even screw up." That's as close to giving a compliment that she gets. "I'm sending you a picture of your target, she wiped out a camp of terrorists in the Middle East a while back, some of the nations on the Security Council had a few interests in the camp, and they want to ask her a few questions. A car should be...” I stop as a black car pulls up next to me and stops by the curb. "Get in; well finish the briefing in route."
I feel dirty, and I don't think a shower is going to make me feel any better. The small town which I have been brought to has seen better days, on the way in I past the wreckage of a downed Blackbird, and from the looks of the bullet ridden local store fronts a small ground war has recently been fought.
A red head surrounded by a blue aura rushes towards me. I recognize her as a X-Man although for the life of me I can't tell which one. I just know she's not the one I'm looking for. Her forehead furrows, must be a telepath, wonder if she's a good as J'onn.
She cries out, the psi-damper in pocket of my coat doing the trick. I don't know what she sees or thinks happens between the two of us; Waller just told me that Osborne had designed it to work with a minimal amount of pain. I feel bad; the dirty feeling only gets worse. I'm lucky that whatever she had just been through weakened her enough that the dampener is enough to work. I've never faired well against telepaths, one time J'onn convinced me I was an Amazon for a week, I'm pretty sure Guy put him up to it.
I try to walk towards her, a gust of wind comes from nowhere almost knocking me over. Tiny bits of sand scrape me cheeks, the wind continues to pick up bits of sand scattered across the alley. I watch as it coalescences into a black form. Green eyes glow in like emeralds in the darkness. She matches the picture that Waller had sent me. She's the one I'm here for.
"I don't want to hurt, you. My name is Ted Kord, and I just want to talk. I work for..." I watch as she disappears, her body morphs into sand and rushes towards me, it looks like a special effect from a movie. It takes all my strength to stay up; I close my eyes out of instinct. When I reopen them the sandstorm is gone and so is she. I can hear the wind rustling branches of nearby trees and follow the sound in pursuit.
"Teenagers."
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