His contract was his word pay him and what you want to be done will be done.
And those who he'd been contracted against would find themselves very dead very soon. For no simple man could be known as both the Deathstroke and the Terminator. Slade Wilson was far above simple high above.
He planned it out perfectly his targets was a black market dealer who'd been running guns all across the world and was really skilled at covering his tracks. He even kept to a very specific clientele seldom to take new clients unsure if he could trust them or not. And when they did meet it was often in a location of his choosing. Despite the trouble, this arms dealer had a knack for getting whatever his client wanted. Not just guns, drugs, or people. Now when you came to him you wanted something outlandish. An army of deadly assassins, a nuclear bomb, and even alien technology.
Deathstroke had found threw chasing such exotic goods and going to their users to try and track down the dealer. Most of them were real careful or failed to talk before dying. But one of them an American who was running a crime syndicate back in the states messed up. Death stroke had raided his arsenal destroying some kind of alien ray gun. Then tagged him with a tracking device and followed him for weeks. Now he'd have the opportunity to intercept the dealer called Hermes and take him out for good.
Now Hermes had asked to meet in a landlocked area of Brazil. In a building, he had built which had it's own hired security comprised of ex-special operations forces operators from across the globe. It was windowless making it impossible to launch a sniper attack from the distance and it was surrounded by tall thick electrified walls. It even had the Brazilian police on speed dial due to leaks in the government. Many in the criminal underworld referred to it as the Citadel. Most men wouldn't find this job worth five hundred grand but for Deathstroke, it would be a walk in the park.
The crime lords vehicle began to move up towards the compound a guard armed with an FN Scar L stopped the vehicle. The man approached it and scanned the vehicle with his eyes. Another man sticking a metal detector underneath the vehicle as a dog sniffed it.
Before it could continue they all turned to see a canister on the ground. The spec ops mercenary recognized it as a smoke grenade. Without hesitation, he turned his rifle on the crime lord gunshots ring out as smoke filled the area. The rest of the hired mercs held their position waiting for the smoke screen to clear however they knew a man this clever would kill them now that he'd been given the chance. One got on his walkie-talkie.
"Sharp this Ed you need to clo-"
Ed's line was cut short a blade slashing right across his neck from a figure moving in the smoke.
"Ed!" Shouted Sharp over the radio, "Damn it we gotta shut the door."
The smoke cleared as the door shut and the mercs found themselves locked outside. They turned to make sure the crime lord was dead. The driver sat there shivering. The man with Scar L knew they'd been followed but it didn't matter so he shot the driver as well.
Deathstroke meanwhile had made it inside and saw the windowless building with four watchtowers around it with spotlights. He sprinted moving fast towards the door. However, he could hear men moving around the building on patrol. Helicopters could also be heard moving in from the distance most likely it was reinforcements. Meaning the arms dealer was in the building somewhere. He needed to get in and conclude this job quickly.
He readied his own M4 assault rifle with a grip attached he then shot the hinges of the door off and moved in quickly shooting four men on the inside dead. Each receiving one shot to the head he charged ten other men in a room full of crates designed to provide cover for a shootout. Hermes preferred to stick out and kill whoever was trying to kill him as opposed to running allowing then to continue chasing him. Deathstroke could respect but against him, it was asking for death.
Easily ten men sought cover as three of them opened fire. Deathstroke moved fast firing a burst of five bullets quickly dispatching the mercs each struck in the head neck or chest. Blood flooded the floors where they stood. The other seven all popped up at the same time and opened fire. Deathstroke slid behind the cover of a crate he emptied his near-empty clip and quickly grabbed another from his belt pressed into the chamber and pulled the bolt back locking it in. He then popped off squeezing the trigger as the gunshots roared, the muzzle flash exploded, and the bullets tore through the air. In a matter of a few seconds, all seven fell dead.
Several gunshots broke out as a group of guards breached the facility. Deathstroke moved quickly over the crate for a new angle of cover from bullets. Still, three had hit his suit stopped the shots from piercing and his genetic enhancements recovered from the concussive force that traveled through. Instead of reloading, he slung out to fifty caliber Desert Eagles as he jumped over and saw a group of six performing the breach. He was quickly dodging a large volley of bullets directed in the same direction.
He pulled the trigger on both of the gargantuan handguns the kickback from the large caliber weapons nothing to him. The power-packed bullets coursed through the air colliding with the enemy mercs smashing through their body armor which included plates designed to deal the average bullets. Their bodies exploded upon impact blood, guts, bones, and brain scattering across the room. Deathstroke fired until both pistols ran out and smoke was rising from the barrel.
He heard the back door opened and turned to check if that was Hermes making a run for it instead he was met by no shortage of flashbangs. His ears rang as everything turned white but he could feel the disturbance in the air of bullets coursing through it. He drew one of his katana moving as he dodged. He recovered quickly from the impact his hearing and vision returning quickly as another group of mercs entered and outside two pave hawk helicopters landed releasing more mercs.
Deathstroke charged from cover swiftly decapitating one man who moved in with a shotgun. He then held the blade with two hands and moved faster than the other four apart of the attack squadron could react slitting critical tendons located under the arm and others across the neck. As their bodies fell Deathstroke moved fast doing a backflip as men with assault rifles squeezed their triggers from both directions. He then grabbed the shotgun from the ground a spas twelve the mercs had made the mistake of moving into the center of joining into one group. Deathstroke now had a shotgun aimed in their direction.
The terminator fired and cocked the weapon twelve times the spray shot scattering bullets across the large group smashing and ripping apart the group of mercs. Most of them were killed as the bullets ripped large holes in their bodies and shot them back to the ground. Five still stood Deathstroke threw the shotgun aside and charged with his sword. He side kicked one man hard in his ribs sliced another's armed off stole the GC36 carbine in the man's arms from mid-air and turned on the last three firing it in one hand on full auto.
As soon as that was done one man was bleeding to death on the ground and strolling to another he'd kicked into a wooden crate the merc laying on his ass. The man drew his flock and fired it five times. Deathstroke's superhuman reflexes made it easy to deflect the first three with his sword and dodge the last two as he closed the distance. He delivered the merc a hard strike across the face with the hilt of his sword. He then pointed the barrel of the G36 right in the man's face.
"Hermes he here?" Deathstroke questioned looking down at the man in his yellow and dark blue metal mask his voice changed by a microphone inside making it cold and sharp.
"Fuck you." The man cursed, "That's where."
"Do you really want to die here and now if so I will make it happen," Deathstroke replied pressing the gun's harder against the mercs head.
"He's one of us." Replied The merc, "It doesn't matter you and me both know what you'll do knowing that."
"We do indeed."
Deathstroke pulled the trigger without hesitation the blood splashing across him as he then turned knowing that meant he was going to have to kill every merc in this base. It was a very clever tactic.
He heard the helicopters preparing to take off and knew immediately what he was going to have to do to ensure this job got done. He ran outside seeing one helicopter about to take off its propellers spinning six mercs clad in all black with masks inside. Deathstroke charged one aiming a fifty caliber machine gun as it raised itself in the air along with the other one.
"Shit." Deathstroke cursed as the machine guns opened fire.
These rounds were very large, flew very fast, and struck with quite the impact. Deathstroke, however, stole a fragmentation from a dead body. Several of the rounds had already struck and as the other helicopter was moving he thought fast. Quickly chucking the grenade at the machine gunner the helicopter holding perfectly still to allow the shooter to gun down Deathstroke who sprinted back towards the building. The grenade struck the machine gunner in the head throwing him off when he got up he saw the clip missing. He was impressed with the speed and height Deathstroke was able to throw the grenade at. But ultimately he knew what was about to happen.
The other helicopter watched as an explosion broke from its counterparts gunner area causing it to save out of control crashing in the gates and exploding again. The other helicopter opened fire with its mighty machine gun bullet holes shredding the building. They kept flying around the building the Vulcan minigun's wielder laughing until the building was absolutely riddled.
The helicopter then made landfall to ensure their kill. However, it was then Deathstroke charged out the helicopter tried abandoning the men on the ground to get air again. But it wasn't fast enough as Deathstroke who'd been hit several times jumped into the passenger area next to the gunner. The helicopter rose twenty feet in the air then swerved trying to dump Deathstroke out the gunner fell out headed right for his death. Deathstroke hung on the watchtowers with their snipers took aim each armed with M82 barret fifty calls. Several rotors where shot off by some rifles Deathstroke let go hit by one bullet as the helicopter swerved out of control crashing in the distance and exploding.
Deathstroke found himself in free fall twenty feet towards the ground. He grabbed the top of the wall which was electrified so it sent a show through his body. Deathstroke let go his fall slowed but then he hit by possibly four bullets from M82 Barretts the impact strong enough to cause him to drop to his knees. Then the sound of five bullets fired from a Scar L echoed through the air. Deathstroke hit the ground motionless.
The merc carrying the Scar L stood over Deathstroke's body poking it twice to ensure he had indeed killed Deathstroke.
"Ha! Ha!," Hermes started taking off his mask revealing his identity, "Let it be known on this day the great and ingenious greek master criminal Hermes has killed the infamously lethal Deathstroke. All shall behold my-"
Hermes in his characteristic overconfidence and vanity had unfoiled an otherwise solid plan. Thus presenting the perfect opportunity for a swift and sharp strike of a knife to collide with his throat. The knife came out he dropped to his knees staring at Deathstroke who now stood above him he desperately wanted to shot kill him but found himself unable to do anything but die. The contract was complete. Deathstroke saw his face the kill was confirmed the mercs stood shocked that he was alive.
"Gentlemen, I am not here for you if you wish to continue I invite you to do so but if you value your life there is no more cash to be earned I suggest you leave."
There was silence Deathstroke had a tight hold on his knife ready to kill anyone who got a smart idea. But there was a slow shuffle of men who turned and left as Deathstroke was right there was no money to be made with their employer dead. Mercy wasn't a defining characteristic of the man behind the yellow and dark blue mask. But those men were like him soldiers turned mercenaries collecting paychecks from putting bad men in the ground. And the contract didn't state he had to kill them all he didn't kill if there was no money to be gained. After all, Deathstroke was a man of reason and justice not some petty murder but a professional.
I wrote this because I wanted to write a fun action story about a badass mercenary. I plan to continue this story further. And it'll be an action story threw out possibly Deathstroke being the only DC character featured making it a true Deathstroke action story solo run. Questions, comments, or concerns feel free to express in the comments.