Rose: Hello, everyone! I'm back with the ending of my little two part Deadpool story. You guys wanted me to make another part to fully end it. So here it is. And if you haven't read my story "Babes, Blood, and Betrayal" to get the full meaning about what happened. But I do vaguely sum up what happened at the start of the story (Deadpool style).
[Ok, to recap…]
{We got hired to assassinate these guys…}
[One got away…]
{So, we chased him to that hospital…}
[Were we me one of the coolest...]
{Sexiest…}
[Smartest woman on the planet, named Heather!]
{Then we met some of her friends…}
[One of who tried to kill us!]
{And she did horrible tests on Heather!}
[SO, after we recused her, we took her to the hospital]
{And when she got better, we went on the most amazing date in our whole life!}
[But now, she doesn't remember us!]
{So now we're going to get to the bottom of this!}
(Chicago, Illinois. 1:30 pm.)
Deadpool slammed open the door to Jack Hammer's (also and more commonly known as Weasel) apartment. "Yo, Weasel!" Deadpool yelled. Weasel was sitting at his computer wearing blue sweats. Startled, he quickly closed his window and spun around in his spinney chair.
"D-Deadpool?! W-what are you doing here? I didn't, I mean you weren't supposed to-"
"I'm great. Thanks for asking. Look, I need you to look up these people." Deadpool said, handing Weasel a list of names. I need everything you can dig up on them."
"Alight. I'll start on these once I finish up this." Weasel turned back to his computer.
"No. You're going to do this now! It's important."
"Okay! Okay! I'll do it now!"
"Oh, and also, I need you to fix my holographic transmitter. It broke…. Again."
"Again?! How many times are you going to break it?"
**** (A few hours later...)
"Ok, I got something!" Weasel exclaimed.
Deadpool sprinted from Weasel's kitchen and to his desk, were Weasel was doing his research. "What cha found, Wease?" He asked, stuffing a bunch of cheesy puffs into his mouth.
"Hey aren't those-"
"It's not important! Tell me what you found!"
"Okay, Okay! Well, I couldn't find anything useful about that woman named Heather…"
{Damn…}
"But I did find some stuff on that lady, Tara."
"What did you find?"
"Okay. Well, her full name is Tara Robinson, she was born in the US but her parents abandoned her at birth, she has a five degrees in chemistry and medicine…."
"Wease, I don't wanna hear her whole biography! Just tell me about her most recent activities."
"From how far back?"
"Start at three years back and we'll see from there."
"Ok," Weasel typed into the computer a bunch of commands, "What am I looking for exactly?"
"Incriminating evidence, drug receipts, stuff you would find when looking up bad guys!"
"Alright.." He typed some more stuff into the computer, "Got something. Something big."
{That's what-}
[Don't.]
"What, Wease. What?"
"Okay, it turns out, she was running an underground drugs ring and a facility made to try and copy mutant powers."
"How original."
"Why are you concerned about this stuff? What did she do to you?"
"Where can I find her headquarters?"
"It's at that toy factory in the next town over on South Street."
"Common."
"Where we're going?"
"To that factory."
*** (At the toy factory. 9:00 pm)
It was late night. The moon was shining ad the wind was blowing. "Why are we here? What are about to do?"
"Do you realize you ask a lot of questions?"
"I do?"
"YES!" Deadpool duct taped Weasel's mouth close and snuck into the factory via air vents. He found an office through a vent and kicked it open. He jumped on the floor and started rummaging through the fileing cabinets. "Weasel, hack into the computer over there." Deadpool commanded. Weasel nodded as he made his way to the desk, taking the duct tape off before he reached the console. Deadpool stumbled across a small file labeled "Test Subjects".
{Wouldn't this stuff be too important to leave unguarded in an office?}
[I guess criminals are getting stupider by the minute.]
Deadpool opened the file and started skimming the pages. He found a list of a bunch of names, which were supposedly tested on. Heather's name was not among these. "I thought Tara was doing tests on Heather. If so, why isn't her name here? Wease, did you find anything?" Deadpool turned to face Weasel who was sitting at the computer typing away.
"Just a bunch of files about their experiments and subjects. Look." Weasel opened a random file. Inside, a bunch of pictures (along with names, dates, addresses, contact info) of places where said subject has been. "They have some unique surveillance equipment. They even have live feed of the subject. This guy, Fred Whiner, is eating at a restaurant in Italy." Weasel explained.
"Hmm. Is there anyone named 'Heather' in their data base?"
"Let me see." Weasel entered her name into a search box. "I got fifty hits on women with the name Heather. Got anything to narrow it down? Like a last name or address."
"Look for Heather Thompson from Australia. Both parents, deceased. Moved to the US about 20 years ago."
"Whoa. That's specific." He added the descriptions into the box. "Found her! It says 'experiment terminated…"
Rose: That's it for the first chapter. Chapter two is coming soon. Hope you enjoyed it!