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Posted by Cap
on 2/27/2009, 6:16 pm
98.115.105.92
Mount Sinai Hospital, New York
“Vitals are good, but the burns are third degree on his back and left side.” The paramedics push the gurney out of the back of the ambulance and on to it’s wheels. Through the doors and into the emergency room full were nurses and two doctors wait. “We pushed Morphine for pain but felt that it was safer to sedate with Pentobarbital.”
“Let’s get him into room three and get new dressings on the wounds.”
“Right away,” one of the nurses says, taking charge of the situation. She begins directing traffic as Sam is moved into a room and a team of people file in. The doctor walks over to the nurses station and picks up another chart and begins to read.
“Excuse me, Dr. Harding,” a voice says. The doctor looks up to see a man he’d only ever seen on T.V., Tony Stark. “I am Anthony Stark director of SHIELD, I need to discuss the man that was just brought in with severe burns.What is Mr. Wilson’s condition?”
“Mr. Stark I know who you are but I can’t just discuss a patient…”
“Listen, the man in that room is a government agent under my command. There was a second agent in the car that exploded who was also under my command. I need answers and I need them as quickly as possible, national security is more important to me than your rules.”
“Mr. Wilson was sedated on his way to the hospital because of the intensity of his pain. I’m afraid he will be unable to answer your question for the time being.”
“I want Mr. Wilson ready for transport as soon as soon as possible.”
“There is no reason to move him…”
“Listen,” Stark begins, his tone growing angrier. “I’m no longer asking you I am telling you. I can have Mr. Wilson in the most advanced facilities in the world in a matter of minutes. Do not make this harder than it has to be.”
“There’s paperwork that needs to be put in order and forms that will require signatures.”
“I can assure you doctor that everything will be in order. I will have a medic evac-copter on the roof in less than five minutes.”
“Once we have his dressings changed, he will be ready for transport.”
“Thank you, one more thing doctor. I am going to send someone here to impersonate Mr. Wilson. You are to put him in a room for 48 hours and have you staff act accordingly.”
“I’m not sure I understand.”
“I just want to make sure that who ever attempted to kill him, doesn’t try again.”
“If this is going to put the hospital at risk…”
“I already have a dozen men in this hospital, there is nothing to worry about…”
Back at the Ship in the Cargo Hold
Cap stands over the unconscious form of the mountainous man who called himself Ox. His shoulder still throbs from his landing when he jumped into the belly of the ship and from his opponent’s blows. A sudden noise sends Cap diving toward cover.
“It’s just me,” Deadpool’s voice echoes.
“How are things up there?”
“It’s a real mess, whoever that was dressing up like Castle put some big holes in a bunch of them. I tried my best to wound them but… I don’t know how many will be talkative unless you know a good voodoo practitioner.”
“That’s pretty par for the course with these guys.” Cap reaches up and taps his com. “Fury, you need to get a transport here five minutes ago. I’ve got one to go.”
“They are about two minutes out Cap.” There is a long pause before fury continues. “There has been an incident, someone tried to kill Sam.”
“What,” Cap yells.
“Listen he’s in fair condition with a lot of third degree burns. Stark has him in SHIELD’s private medical installation being taken care of by the best…”
“This is all your fault, if you didn’t have the team split up and not knowing…”
“I don’t have to answer to you so don’t even start. Get on the chopper and we will discuss this later,” Fury replies coldly.
“Mommy and daddy are fighting, make it stop,” Deadpool says mockingly.
“Shut up and be serious,” Cap says as he removes his ear piece and tosses it to the ground. “Did you find anything up there?”
“I found some obviously fake shipping manifests, but nothing solid. The ship at least claims to be out of a port called Fuzhou in the Fujian province. They also claim the crates are filled with fireworks and decorations for the upcoming spring festival.”
“Let’s crack a couple of these open and see what we’ve got.” Steve and Wade begin to open up crates as the sounds of siren grow louder and louder. Both men toss aside an assortment junk as they search the crates as quickly as possible.
“Hey Cap I may have something,” Deadpool says. Cap turns to see Deadpool holding a rocket propelled grenade in each hand. “Looks like these guys play with my kind of fireworks…”
Meanwhile
“One to pick up,” the masked figure speaks into his com. He is a very small man, just less than 5 feet, with an extremely slight build. He is clothed entirely in black from head to toe with a small red emblem of a palm with a star cut into it. Rat had narrowly escaped the debacle at the boat by diving over the side into the ice cold water. Now he nervously watches scans everywhere.
“He will not be pleased,” a low rumbling voice answers over the com.
“It is not my fault Ox thought he could take the American on his own. It serves him right that he gets to rot in an cell somewhere for his incompetence.”
“You know that he cannot be allowed to sit for very long.” In the distance, rat sees a small streak of flame heading his way very fast. As the streak near the dark shape of a large man is visible. The man lands on the dock next to rat, towering over him by well over a foot. Strapped to his back is a large jet pack with duel rocket engines.
“Rooster will know were they are taking Ox before he even arrives. Then we can retrieve him and get the hell out of here. This debacle has set things back substantially, he will not be pleased.”
“I would not be willing to bet that our master will give up on our North American interests so easily.”
“The total incompetence of the so called disciples here has pretty much cost us everything.”
“You are to report back to the base as soon as possible,” a third voice breaks into the channel.
“We’re on our way Snake,” Dragon replies. The smaller man is fastened into a harness against his chest. With the push of a button the rockets flare to life and the two men take off. They head away from the growing mass of lights and sirens on the docks, keeping low to the ground to lower their chances of being spotted.
“Do you really think he will pull us all out of America,” Rat asks.
“I think he should for the time being, to let things cool down. He won’t risk the likes of us…but the true believers on the other hand…”
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