Weeping Mountain, a town full of possible clients for any Mercenary, but it is also protected by the toughest heroes in the country, many of the 80 heroes quit or were killed by the citizens living there. Fall in the Country Prophecy was bitter, but also when the companies hit their boom periods.
Andrea Cale, aka Deadblade was walking from a weapon store when she noticed something bizarre happening in the alleyway. She planted her back against the outside wall and placed her black and red mask on. The white smile of evil still on the black side of her mask. Her mask picked up the sound and two guys talking, one she knew as Stephen Weirdo, the rival of her friend and teammate Aleke Bane, but the other was strange. His voice was rougher than Stephen's.
Andrea took off her mask and walked across the alley pretending to ignore them, but in fact she was listening closely. Making it to the other side she tried contacting her team but everybody was busy.
" Shit" she said was she realized that she was alone for once in 12 years, "I know every Merc. in this country. That dude has to be a new guy. Hopefully I can get a crack at this guy before he gets to his target".
She rushed home and noticed her husband and her two sons were home. A sigh of relief existed her throat and she told them that a new mercenary has arrived.
Headshot aka Alex Cale, Andrea's blood son, spoke "Do you know who this person is"
Deadblade shook her head, and before she could say anything a knock hit the door.
Deathbed aka Robby Mallow answered the door, nobody was there but a note. Before Robby could read the note, his wife was already outside.
Hours later
Andrea went to friend Alek's office and talked with her. Alek was walking down her office's hallway as they exchanged words. When they met up with the Mercenary paid by Stephen, in the break room.
Andrea whispered in Alek's ear "Lead him outside, and don't go Wolf on him either".
Alek nodded as Andrea ran to other direction, "So you're here to kill me. I must tell you that even the toughest Mercenaries have tried and have failed.
The merc "Shut up, more time we waste here the less money I get"
Aleke drops whatever was in her hand and runs off to her office, locking the door and placing her desk in the way.
"Go away" Alek shouts "You won't get me"
"You think a door can stop me" the merc kicks the door but it doesn't budge.
"Go away" Alek once again shouted " You won't get me"
The merc ran into the door and finally breaks through.
"Go away..." the merc sees a recording device and breaks it, walks over to an open widow and notices Alek running down the street.
Bang, a bullet passed the head of the assassin and in front of him, on the roof of another building is Deadblade, in her hand a sniper rifle, the sun bouncing off her black leg and arm plates and her thin black liners.
"Come and get me, asshat" Deadblade shouted as she jumped from the twelve story building.
The two stared at each other, she noticed that the man she was fighting had a black and gold mask but no eye on the right side.
"Who are you" she asked him as she pulled out her sword, "Why did you come here"
Merc " Slade Wilson aka Deathstroke. And who are you"
Deadblade "I am Deadblade, a hero of this town."
Deathstroke " With a name of Deadblade, I shocked you aren't a mer..."
Deadblade " 12 years ago, yes, but you didn't answer all my questions. Before I answer yours you must answer mine"
Deathstroke "Lady, you have no idea who I am"
Deadblade growls and attacks Deathstroke, he pulls out his lance and twirls it around dodging Deadblade's attacks. Deadblade would flip backwards avoiding his lance. Without even flinching Deathstroke shot Deadblade with a beam. The only thing he would break was the mask and the thicker amour plates. But the thinner armor still on her body.
Deathstroke in shock "How."
Deadblade" Deathstroke, you aren't the only experiment"
Deadblade grabs onto the staff and snaps it in half, an evil laugh falls through her throat and before anybody knew what was going to happen, a sword goes through Deathstroke's chest, and Deadblade falls to the ground. Her very blood pressure rises and soon she gets light headed. Deathstroke rips the sword out and walks up to the dizzy Deadblade, as he tries to hit her, he hears a voice and feels a bullet through the skin.
Deadblade" I one weakness...my blood. That is why I had my friend Sincarius leave a note for my family. All of us trained assassins. Welcome to our little home, and believe me if you don't leave now, you will make you." she stands up "Now then Slade, are you going peacefully or do we have to show you the reason we still fight"
Deathbed with a gun pointed at Deathstroke's face" Research says you have a healing factor. Good thing we made these bullets. I suggest you looked up, our son Head-shot is watching you closely, and our other son Single-shot is walking up to you as well. Now answer us, Where are you from before I shot your ass right here right now"
Deathstroke chuckles and pulls out his guns firing at Single-shot and Deathbed, but he missed as another friend of theirs pops up, hidden in shadow. Nothing but the eyes can be seen, dropping the bullets on the ground the being laughed.
"Assassin you are way out of your league. You may be trained by the best of the best but Prophecy is very quiet, sometimes to quiet. There is more of us coming, I suggest you get out of here before they come. Unless you are willing to die for a contract that won't be paid. Or is it for pride...I don't know but if I were you I'd leave"
Deathstroke turns both guns to the shadow, but the shadow was no longer there.
Gun click " I suggest you leave" Deathbed said as his finger slowly went to the trigger "My wife may not be able to fight but I can, and we were in the same experiment...expect I can't die"
Deathstroke who dropped his guns "I don't want to here your life story..."
Deadblade who finally got her wits back also points a gun at Deathstroke "One final chance asshole, leave or get killed"
Deathstroke had one trick under his sleeve, pulling out his sword he cut Deathbed's arm only to be shot in the leg. Noticing that none of his wounds were healing he went psycho in pain and attack Deadblade, who was also going psycho. They fought and fought until a black suited hero, flying in the sky picked up Deathstroke and threw him into the ocean, not landing at all the hero flew off.
Deadblade stated "If he comes back, I will be ready"...