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Posted by Blue Beetle
on 8/11/2009, 9:50 pm
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"Dr. Cross," The lovely red head known only as Megan leans over, whispering softly in his ear. Fenton Cross, presses on a button on the controller cupped in his hands. She lays a hand on his shoulder, she can feel how warm he is- it makes her flushed.
"Get off." His words are stern. They hurt more then anything he could ever physically do. "I'm sorry, you know how I am. You're unclean honey, that's why we can never work. I need the pure and true and we all know you...."
"It seems there is a bit of a problem. One of the silent alarms in the corridor A-4 has been tripped. I sent a team of Cape Killers to deal with it." She walks away from him crossing her arms over her above average chest. For as long as she can remember she has wanted him to return the affection that she feels for him, the lust, the devotion.
"I see that someone wants to interfere with my special night. Make sure our children are in place if the Cape Killers fail, best test them out sooner rather then later. Learn to walk and all that." The smile that crosses his face is less sinister and more comparable to that of a child entering a candy store. "Set up a live feed too, send it to our investors, this will be a great test of the new line."
"Of course, the babies will be wonderful I'm sure. Remember Doctor, you have a speech to give to our guests in 15 minutes." Megan walks out of the room a slight bounce in her step, the thought of her babies going out on their own exciting her imagination. She doesn't turn around to see him picking up the remote and turning his attention back to the monitor in front of him. A girl chained to the floor, her clothes in tatters, blue electricity running around her body and back up through the chains, creating a circuit of torment.
"Now young lady, who is the only one that loves you?" Leaning forward he sees the look of agony of her face, the pain inflicted on her by her own powers.
"Go to hell!" Her words are forceful as another jolt of electricity runs through her.
"Remember your manners, you know to talk nicely to your father."
"You guys are really the worst tour guides ever, you know that?" My fist connects with the reinforced helmet of my closest attacker. They're wearing Cape Killer Armor, the latest and greatest technology built and designed to capture or kill people like Robin and I. Or is it Robin and me, I'm never sure. Lately more and more mercenary groups and freelancers have been using it, or some facsimile copied from the government's files. Still not sure where it's coming from, at this point that is a mystery for another day.
"Yeah I don't even know where Magic Mountain is, and when I don't get my way I tend to get cranky." Robin's bo staff, takes out the legs of one of his attackers. The clang of the armor hitting the floor is deafening in such a confined space. I look over at him and he shrugs as he plants his staff into the floor using it as support, and with what looks like no effort at all twisting and twirling into a round house kick dispatching the other Cape Killer at his side.
The strobe of my BB gun is enough to blind the last remaining attacker, he covers the red lenses of his eyes. They're arranged in a triangle shape that seems eerily familiar. Robin gives him a nerve pinch that knocks him out like the rest.
"Where'd you learn that?" Crouching down I look at the armor of our attackers. No insignia or any other marking, no way to know if they're associated with any organization or if their just local muscle.
"Black Canary." Should've figured that. Canary's a hell of a martial artist, one of the best on the planet.
"Looks like we're getting further down the rabbit hole. Whoever sent these guys-" I watch as Robin turns over the palm of one, taking something out of his belt and pressing one of the fingers against it. Always a thinker that one.
"Made things to easy, try sending that up to J'onn and the others. Let's see who these fellas are." Standing up I check the corridor for any other signs of life. Nothing. Turning around I watch as Robin hits the device in his hands.
"Something is blocking our tech or the storm is causing interference. Either way not good." He puts it back into of the pouches lining his waist.
"Then we should probably keep going, someone is going to come and check on these guys. Would rather not be around when they get here, might get yelled at for the mess."
"CAPE KILLERS!!!!" Stature's voice is a loud boom, almost enough to rupture the ear drums of her teammates. She looks around as the swarm of men in armor surrounds them.
"You going to have enough arrows?" Patriot and the rest of his team huddle tightly together regrouping as they do so.
"I'm offended you even have to ask." The young Hawkeye smiles taking another arrow from her quiver.
"What'd we do this time?" Hulking's skin becomes a hue of green somewhere between forest and olive, his muscle mass increasing along with his height.
"U- turned? Jay walked?" Speed suggests, the air around him vibrating as his powers begin to kick into overdrive. "I hate to say it but I wish my brother wasn't playing grown up right now."
"You Spin Me Right ROUND Baby Right Round." The ringer from Hawkeye's phone is enough to make all of the Young Avengers take pause.
"What? It's catchy." Hawkeye takes the phone out of a pouch on her belt. "The area code is L.A."
"It would appear to be a deactivated West Coast Avengers number." Vision floats silently in the middle speaking for the first time since the current set of circumstances had begun.
"And you're going to answer it?" Patriot shouts, the attackers continuing an encircling pattern.
"Hello? This is she. Chase? What happened? Got a bit of a problem ourselves." Looking around Hawkeye snaps the phone shut cutting of the conversations. "Looks like our friends in L.A had the same party we're about to. Chase is the only one left."
"Speed can you get there if we clear you a path?" Patriot readies his shield.
"That's a stupid question." He smirks, the air getting hotter and hotter. Patriot looks at the rest of his team before shouting his latest order.
"Good. Young Avengers Assemble!"
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