“Sure. I mean I can do bombs. Its not like I can get hurt so I don’t worry about time limits or anything.” Deadpool leaned back against the other wall. “I got five dollars he doesn’t make it.”
Moon Knight shot a look toward Deadpool and his whisper nearly turned to a shout. “I can hear you.”
Deadpool looked at the wall over his shoulder then back at Moon Knight. “I wasn’t talking to you.”
Moon Knight shook his head and leaned against the wall beside the door and after fixing his cestus gloves to his fists he reached down and opened the door. The men inside turned as the door swung wide open. Their eyes matched the widening as the stark white figure stepped into the doorway. There was no smoke screen, no distraction techniques. All that there was, was a man determined to make his way through everyone that stood in his way.
Moon Knight’s fist lashed out connecting with the first and closest Kobra soldier’s jaw. The follow through brought him between two others, snapping one booted foot down into the man’s knee sent him to the ground crying in pain from a torn ligament. An elbow followed breaking the third man’s nose, and Moon Knight spun driving his truncheon into the next, knocking his head off the wall behind him.
The next grouping of men brought their weapons toward Moon Knight who barely beat the squeezing of their triggers with a volley of his own cresent darts as he dropped to all fours in a crouch.
His cape hovered in the air above him until the bullets tore through it where he had just been. Snapping his hand out he let his truncheon sail towards the farthest man still standing as two in front of him fell from his cresent darts. The truncheon connected his aim had been just a tad off as it shattered the soldiers goggles and sunk into his eye socket.
One of the rounds that went through Moon Knight’s cape rocketed into the room behind him and ricocheted off of wall near Deadpool’s head and seemingly woke him from what ever thoughts were inside the screwed up head of his. He ducked and quickly made his way through and into the room that held the bomb.
Moon Knight cursed beneath his mask and launched himself toward the next group of soldiers. His cestus gloves hit their marks like an arrow its target and both fell amidst the geysers of blood from their wounds. He rolled over the fallen bodies and leapt into the air bringing his knee into the nose of another and before landing snapped his opposite foot into the weapon of another just as he fired directing the hail of bullets into the several other soldiers behind them.
More silenced shots flew toward Moon Knight as he tried to slip between them as best he could but several of them tore through him. They were luckily barely more than grazing wounds but Moon Knight knew his luck wouldn’t hold forever.
His left hand tore his truncheon from its latest sheath and more cresent darts flew from his hands. He leapt toward the remaining men as his club extending to a staff he brought it across two weapons and his roundhouse kick sent another flying into a wall.
The men yelled for mercy but Moon Knight gave none. His fists lashed out over and over until he was the only one left standing. His chest heaved with each breath that he sucked into his lungs to bring as much oxygen to them as possible. A glimpse of movement down and to the left told him one was reaching for a weapon. He brought his foot up and stomped down hard. Nothing else moved in the room.
*****
Deadpool stood over the bomb and looked at the wiring set up which had numerous fail safes incase it was tampered with. “It’s the red wire right? Its always the red wire.”
He reached out with his knife and placed the tip beneath the wire and with merely a flick of his wrist it all would be over…one way or the other. Well not for him he knew he’d be back. He always does. Why should this incident be any different?
“Wait!”
Deadpool froze and looked over his shoulder seeing the much worse for wear Moon Knight standing in the doorway. “What!?! I’m kind of doing something important here!”
Moon Knight grabbed his wrist and pulled the blade away from the biological bomb. “Did you pay attention to the briefing at all?”
“I may not have heard all the words but I got the gist of it.”