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Posted by Blue Beetle
on 8/18/2008, 3:29 pm, in reply to "Quiet Move: Arbiter"
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This kid is tough, he lunges at me going for the up close kill instead of using one of the firearms tucked underneath his coat; he's arrogant I'll give him that. As he comes at me, I hear the sound of his boots crush the ice that covers the alley. I feel the cold air rush inside of my lungs as my breathing picks up. The way things have been going, I really should of expected a fight. He was waiting for me as I left the bar; thinking my lead on Luthor had dried up, it's nice not to be right all the time.
I reach behind my back and pull out my BB Gun, and fire a compressed wave of air. It catches him off guard, I was hoping for that. The force of the blast is enough to knock him off balance, he tries to correct himself to prevent the fall but he can't. The hum of the bar sign is drowned out for a brief moment by the impact. As I tuck my sidearm away I watch as my assailant's chest rises and falls, at least he's still breathing.
"Looks like Luthor doesn't want to be found." Putting my hands on my thighs I look around the alley to make sure that this guy doesn't have any friends. I turn my attention back to my attacker only to find that he's gone. I hear the rattling of the frozen fire escape belonging to the apartment building that makes up another wall of the alley. He's a little sloppier then I would have thought, but the rest makes sense. The fighting style, the opossum act, I'm just not sure how it is possible. Bruce tore himself up over Jason's death, I was a member of the League when it happened, I saw what it did to him first hand. And the thought that he's back almost seems like blasphemy. I rub my hands together, my fingers becoming numb from the cold night air.
The sound of my cell phone ringing takes me by surprise, I jump taking up one of the fighting stance Wildcat taught me. He called it something, Huddled Bear? Defensive Osprey? I think he learned it from Dinah and put his own touch on it. When no attack comes I see my phone on the other end of the alley, it sticks out like a sore thumb. It must have been knocked out of my pocket when I was attacked, I'm shocked it's still working.
"What the hell Kord?" Waller, and she's in one of her moods from the sound of it. "Is your superpower the ability not to follow a simple direction?"
"I'm OK if that is what you were wondering?" Most people are intimidated by her in person, over the phone thousands of miles from where she is, she's a little less scary.
"We needed you to stick to the list, to try and find...." She pauses. I knew her and Osborn had been holding something back when they gave me this mission. I can feel something running out of my nose, I sniffle and begin to cough. Bringing up my free hand I wipe my face, pulling it back to see a smear of blood on my wrist.
"What did you have me doing exactly Amanda?" My tone becomes a little more forceful as I try to figure out what errand they had me running.
"Four months ago they started..." She pauses clearly not happy she's telling me this.
"Attacks, across the world, leaving 'heroes...'" She puts an extra emphasis on the word, she's never been a fan. "..comatose or worse. The attacks were accompanied by a spike in energy that was similar to the OMAC's that Luthor used."
"You said they were all deactivated, you told me this was a preemptive mission." I take a deep breath as I begin my walk down the street.
"We lied." I can see her smiling as she speaks those words. "With the United Nations and their oversight we needed a..."
"Pawn?" She tries to grasp the word, I say it bluntly.
"If you say so. We didn't want to raise any red flags, and as a non-operational operative." The word string doesn't quite make sense to me, although that could be from the lose of blood. "We figured you'd be able to spot the anomaly of the activated virus and deliver us Patient Zero. Now get your ass back to the safe house for your debriefing and to get your new assignment."
She hangs up without so much as a good bye. I glance at the screen of my phone, coordinates and directions to the safe house illuminate my face. A car passes me on the street cold, slush that had settled in the curb flies onto my coat. Of course. Bringing my phone closer to my face I gently press down on the keys and enter the code for my secure line. It takes a second to bounce off of the satellites but soon it rings.
"It's 3 am..." She's confused, probably a little surprised. I don't say anything, although with my labored breathe I'm sure she can hear me. "Ted? Are you OK?"
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