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Posted by Blue Beetle
on 8/19/2008, 12:05 pm, in reply to "Quiet Move: Deflect"
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Looking around I see the twilight sun glisten on the slopes of the nearby mountains, it looks like something from a painting, a very old and very expensive painting. The energy from the Boom Tube swirls around Vixen and I as we walk through it. I'm not sure how Checkmate got so much advanced technology, the mere thought that they do scares me a little. A lot of things about this organization do that though. A block away I see the reason why we're here. I watch as the technological menace known as an OMAC throws a limp body into one of the town's building. I'm to far away to see who it is but I pray that it's not a civilian. A large hole is made in the side of the building as the body flies through it with ease. I out stretch my arm and hold Mari back as the rest of the scene unfolds, with its attacker down the blue armored machine raises its arm creating a plasma cannon and fires.
The explosion of the blast is felt for miles. The large red bricks that had supported the building since it was constructed fall to the ground. I watch as the Middleton Chamber of Commerce crumbles into an unrecognizable mess, large bricks and pieces of concrete are all that is left. I look over to my right where Vixen stands, her muscles flexed, her eyes completely white, I'm not sure what animal she's channeling but I know I don't want to be on the receiving end of it. The onlookers that had gathered on the sides of the street are frozen with panic, unsure of what they are witnessing.
"Everyone get away!" I scream hoping that someone heeds my advice as I look down the street. It hovers a few feet off of the ground silently something that only makes it that much more intimidating. The townspeople still refuse to move as the OMAC floats closer towards us.
"We're going to need to get everyone clear." I say my voice surprisingly stern, not a quiver to be heard.
"You take care of that, I owe this thing another round." She's brash and maybe a little irrational but after the attack on her and Ollie in Star City, I'm not sure that I really blame her.
"Rhino." I hear her whisper the name, her stance changes slightly as she runs towards the target. I watch as the OMAC raises a hand no doubt calculating the best strategy to take her out; something that it will do eventually.
"Alright, I'm not joking this time! Everyone get to some place safe now!" I walk towards the people they hardly seem to notice me instead they remain fixated on the spectacle that graces their small town.
"It..." The voice pounds in my head, it's weak but is unfocused enough that it makes my head throb. "not...safe..."
I shift my attention from the civilians to the crumbled remains of the building on my left. I watch as the green figure lifts itself up out of the ton of bricks that had fallen on top of him. I take off my mask hoping the sight of a friendly face won't cause him to erase my memories of the fourth grade.
"J'onn!" I run towards him, I've never seen the Martian Manhunter bleed before, at least not this much. I always figured he was just as tough as Superman or Captain Marvel, that it would take the weight of a moon falling to really tax him. I loose my footing as I traverse the pile of debris and make my way towards him. By the time I get there he's already fallen back onto the ground.
"Beetle...something is wrong..." He stammers as I lift his arm over my shoulder to provide some support as he stands up.
"Yeah it's called an OMAC. THE OMAC as a matter of fact." He looks at me with his beady red eyes; his large brow expresses worry, or at least what I think is worry.
"I know." That's all he says, a man of very few words, less then Bruce. The thoughts and images rush into my head, people I've met before, others that I haven't. Many in costume dressed for a fight, even more dressed in civilian clothes, not expecting one. They all lay bloodied, brunt, or worse. All completely and utterly defeated. I see J'onn standing above them, he feels sorrow, remorse, and he hates himself for not being able to help them in time. I feel the same emotions; it takes all my strength to not break down. I see the world through his eyes; he's been tracking the attacks, trying to locate the thing responsible. It looks like he got close enough that it decided to come after him.
"We're going to need to trade notes if we survive this." I say, a blinding light flashes in the darkening sky. "Mari. I've got to help her, do you have enough strength to try and get everyone clear. Apparently you guys don't have too many throw downs in these parts."
"I can handle that." He pushes himself away from me, stumbling a little bit as he regains his balance. I watch as he closes his eyes, the green skin on his head wrinkles as he concentrates.
"There is something wrong, some kind of psychic barrier has been placed. Forced onto them." His eyes open, they stare at me, I'm not sure if Martians have eyelids or not either way it sends a chill down my spine.
"That makes sense. J'onn get as many of them clear as you can. I've got to go help Vixen, try and buy us some more time." I begin to walk away from J'onn as he becomes intangible and takes flight.
"What the hell is going on down there Kord?" Waller's voice thunders in my ear piece.
"Not now Amanda, your Patient Zero is about to take out a whole town in the name of it's OS." I reply back a little annoyed that she's just now decided to check up on me.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean I've got a whole town frozen solid, and a Martian that has injuries a lot more significant then he's letting on to, and my partner has spent the last five minutes engaging with this thing while I apparently try to move the immovable." Reaching into my ear I take out the small blue tooth device and hurl it into a bank of black slush in frustration. Pulling my mask back on, the world and the incoming darkness take on a golden tone. I wrap my fingers around my BB Gun, gripping it tightly, as Mari's body flies towards me; I brace myself for the impact that never comes as she regains her composure in mid-air, fluttering above the ground much like the OMAC.
"Eagle?" I ask she turns towards me. I can see swelling begin to take shape underneath her eye; it compliments her already swollen lip.
"Hummingbird." She smiles, I think she's enjoying this a lot more then she really should be.
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