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Posted by Slade
on 9/16/2009, 10:40 pm, in reply to "Blood In pt 2"
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Moments Later
Slade enters the maximum security wing of the prison, the automated defense system deactivated by his false identification. There are twenty large metal cubes about twelve cubed feet in size. Each one has a serial number on the outside and that is the only thing that makes them distinct from each other. Slade approaches the row on the left and stops at the fifth cell. Slade puts his eye with the lens up to the optic scanner and his gloved hand on the hand print scanner.
The cell begins to open slowly to reveal a functional interior, with a massive bed and a large metal toilet and sink that are attached to the floor. Lying on the bed is the massive form of Antonio Rodriguez, better known as Armadillo. When the cage opens, he sits up on the bed, unsure of how to respond.
“Who are you and what do you want?”
“Answer my questions and you might live,” Slade lies. “What is a small timer like you doing in the maximum security section?”
“Because I smashed my last cell,” Armadillo replies. “What do you want with me?”
“I am asking the questions, who have you been working for?”
“Nobody, I was trying to go legit till I pulled that bank job in New Mexico.”
“Then what do you know, you must know something?”
“I haven’t been in the life in years…” Antonio begins. Slade fires the special armor piercing bullet straight through the con’s left eye socket. Armadillo slumps to the ground lifeless. Alarms begin to wail and the door to the unit begins to lock down. The assassin continues to stare angrily at the body. Nothing, I have nothing.
He reaches into his bag and removes the final piece of his high tech arsenal. It looks like a remote with many more buttons. He presses several buttons and turns a small dial. A swirling black hole much like the one he used earlier appears out of thin air. Slade lays the remote on the ground and steps through the wormhole.
Once on the other side, he finds himself in an office building only a few hundred feet from the Baxter building. Slade takes out a small trigger, no larger than a computer jump drives. He presses the only button on it, which detonates the small charge of explosives inside the worn hole generator. As the control is destroyed, the black hole winks out of existence. Slade looks out the window as the Baxter building suddenly lights up with activity.
No matter, there isn’t anything for them to find he muses. Of more pressing concern, knowledge of his unknown benefactor had once again eluded him…
The next day
Slade sits at the small desk in the hotel room, a coin working it’s way back and forth across the knuckles of his right hand. It was a trick he’d seen poker players use to clear their minds and help them focus. So far it had done nothing of the sort for him. He’d been sitting here waiting to receive the call for almost an hour, even though it was just now time for it to ring. Like clockwork, his cell goes off.
“Good morning,” the voice at the other end says with a hint of cheer. “I congratulate you on a job well done.”
“Thank you, you could have sent almost anyone with the assortment of toys you gave me.”
“This was but a mere favor, I knew you were the right man for the job all along. I have made all of the phone calls to Washington, you can go there at your discretion.”
“I will make a brief stop before I leave for Markovia.”
“I have made travel arrangements for you and the boy, a plane will be waiting.”
“Thank you sir. I am still unclear as to the nature of my duties once I am appointed?”
“My involvement will be minimal, you will be able to function you see fit. But there will come times when I call on you to target certain individuals or groups.”
“I understand,” Slade says. He pauses a moment before he continues. “I normally do not ask any questions, but what was the significance of my target last night?”
“The cells in the maximum security wing are six inch thick titanium with an inch thick vibranum coating to reinforce them. They are each equipped with dampening units to further contain the powers and abilities of the individual.”
“I see but I’m not sure I follow.”
“He snored to loud….”
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