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A Fusionverse, incorporating elements of both the Comic and the Cartoon.
199X
The tall, blonde man watched the main street of the sleepy Delaware town as he sat at the sidewalk table. Well-built and square-jawed, he tapped his foot impatiently, and occasionally ate a French fry from his plate.
"Sergeant, its good to see you could make it."
The blonde turned around, surprised by the nondescript man in the crisp suit who calmly sat opposite him, placing his briefcase on the table. The blonde scowled.
"You'd be Spook, right? The man I'm supposed to meet?"
"Correct Sergeant. You don't mind if I order before we discuss our business. The food here is excellent, although I'd be the first to admit it isn't to everyone's tastes." The suit said pointedly, gesturing towards the half-eaten burger that sat cold on the blonde's plate.
"I wasn't that hungry."
"Ah well, your misfortune. I will have the Beef BLT please, with a Coke, please Rosia" The waitress noted the order and disappeared back inside. The suit watched her walk away, his eyes glued to her swaying rear. "Now, Sergeant, I presume you know who I work for."
"You're one of Lieutenant General Bembridge's boys. Military Intelligence, one of the Counter-Terrorist groups."
"Correct, Sergeant, and the General has an assignment for you."
The blonde sat up straighter, watching the suit intently.
"An assignment?"
"Yes. We have been tracking a situation in the Aegean Sea, and we'd like you to deal with it."
"A situation? May I ask what sort of situation? Or don't I get to know before I accept it."
"The details are with your mission briefing, which is in a locker at the Washington Train station. Here is the key." He removed a key from inside his briefcase and placed in front of the blonde. The blonde looked at it, and didn't touch. "For now, suffice to say that this situation centres around an old acquittance of yours, Sergeant Hauser. A Scottish arms dealer with his own private army and ties to a certain organization active last decade."
"Destro." Growled the blonde.
"Precisely, although not a name I would use freely myself."
"I may need help. I'm not going to risk going up against Destro without backup"
"Already part of the equation. You are to recruit and lead a six-member team for this mission. There is a credit card with your briefing to provide for any expenses incurred while recruiting, although we must insist you keep your receipts. We would like you to make your selection from the various military arms, and provision for the recruiting of those in active service have been made, but the final choice is yours, as is overall command of this mission."
The blonde picked up the key, and stared at it thoughtfully.
"The General is fully aware of my... history, isn't he? He knows who I'm likely to pick for my team."
The suit leaned in close, and whispered to the blonde. "The General knows precisely who you are and who you will pick. That is why he chose you for this assignment. He expects you to recruit ex-members of your old task force. He WANTS people who are familiar with those involved in this situation, because he feels that they have the greatest chance of success. Anyway," Said normally the suit as he leaned back again. "What is your answer? Can we expect you to deal with the Aegean situation?"
"You know, for a spook, you can sure talk a lot."
"A nervous habit I'm afraid." Grinned the suit. "Your answer?"
"Yes"
"Succinct, but excellent. Well, Conrad, you do not mind if I call you that do you, you should go retrieve the mission briefing. I will see you later, as I will be your liaison with the General's office, and best of luck with your recruiting." The suit smiled broadly as the waitress leaned over to deposit his burger in the table, as he snuck a look down her low-cut blouse.
The blonde waited until the waitress had left before standing up.
"Actually, Spook, you can call me Duke."