Anna was stationed outside the Men's Changing Room, arms crossed with a look of irritation on her face.
"Are you done yet?" She yelled in, through the door.
"Patience, Madam Bigboobs, Patience." Deadpool called back from within the Male Facilities. "It takes a bit of effort to try and get this suit back on after a shower. The damp makes the leather all tight 'nd unco-operative. I've had to resort to showering once a month!"
"Lovely." Anna mumbled; and out walked Deadpool, adjusting his mask.
"Oh you like that?" Deadpool joked flirtatiously getting no thanks for his attitude other than a back hand to the side of the head. "Hey! Quit it!" He winged.
"Move it! Colonel Fury wants you out there right away. You've freshened up, now move!" Anna nagged, whilst constantly nudging Deadpool down the corridor.
"Ow! Geez, lady." Deadpool winged before finding himself in a wide open room. In the centre of the room a large archway stood, connected to various cylinders and cables located orderly around the room. The blast doors behind Deadpool closed, sealing him in the chamber. "Hey! What gives?"
"Relax, Deadpool." Nick Fury called out from behind a pane of glass, via microphone, to Deadpool's left. Nick was stood behind four scientists, one of them being Anna, each working controls from within the room. "What you see before you is what we call The Window. When one passes through the arch, once activated, they can be transported to any location on earth within a single second." Nick Fury explained to Deadpool about the structure.
"What ever happened to my teleporty-mubob?" Deadpool queried the Colonel.
"It was never found. When we dug you didn't have it on you – any of you." Anna explained, tilting the microphone to her lower lip.
"Aaw… Bumber." Deadpool quickly got over the loss of his teleporter, turning to face the highly advanced teleporter he assumed he was about to be using. "So when is it time for me to go?"
"Right now." Nick Fury replied, placing his hand on Anna's shoulder as a signal to fire up 'The Window'. "We're going to send you to one of the cities that we've sighted Cyberous' men on multiple occasions. Now remember: Make contact, infiltrate, gather Intel for us and what happens next is up to you." The Colonel reminded the eager Deadpool.
The cables attached to the arch lit up as the machine activated. In the middle of the opening, under the arch, a spark of static flared up and expanded across the absent space until it filled the archway with a sheet of iridescent light.
"Good look." Anna spoke to Deadpool before he took a running start towards the portal; leaping into the light and vanishing as the portal shutdown and the lights faded back to their deactivated state.
In the back alley of a rundown street, Deadpool appeared from a blink of light, ten meters above the ground.
"Huh! Aaah!" Deadpool fell into a discoloured puddle, on the concrete surface of the alleyway. "Aaw man! This smells like…" Deadpool frowned as he identified the odor. "Urine…" He hastily tip toed out of the puddle and shook himself off like a wet dog.
Deadpool poked his head around the corner of a wall to catch a glimpse of his surroundings before venturing out into city. Seeing merely a couple of local runners and a middle-aged man walking his dog, Deadpool felt it safe enough to casually stroll down the street, whistling to himself, in an unsuccessful attempt to not draw attention to himself. His red and black full body costume stuck out like a saw thumb and all the passing locals were immediately drawn to staring at the brightly coloured ninja. An elderly woman, supported by a walker, who gave the mercenary an accusing glare as he walked passed.
After hours of walking around the city streets, hoping to be sighted by one of Cyberous' men, Deadpool parked himself on a street bench, leaning back and allowing his arms and head to hang in relaxation.
"Where are all the bad guys?" The mercenary complained to himself, ready to give up his search.
In his exhaustion, Deadpool allowed himself to drift off into a dream-like state. The images of Jean Grey, Betsy Braddock and Laura Kinney, dressed in various fashions of skimpy clothing, entered the thoughts of Deadpool's imagination. The apparition of Jean leaned in to partially remove Deadpool's mask, revealing his lips. The other two sat either side of the seduced mercenary, pressing their breasts against him. Jean brushed her lips against his, before seating herself across his lap.
"We've missed you, Wade." Jean whispered softly, her lips still a mere millimeter from the mercenary who had fallen helpless to the three girls' advancement.
Jean pressed herself against Deadpool as she went in for the kiss. Passion thrived as Deadpool kissed back; causing the city around them to melt away.
"Wilson… Wilson…!" Betsy and Laura groaned from either side of the embraced Deadpool; Jean's lips still caressing his. "Wilson… -WILSON!" Suddenly the two sweet voices of Betsy and Laura had changed to the single voice of a man, shouting.
The dream bubble popped and Deadpool was zapped back into reality as he was being shuck by a man dressed in a long grey trench-coat.
"Glad I've finally gotten your attention. I didn't want to have to kill you in your sleep." The person hissed.
Deadpool's eyes came into focus on the stranger before him. He recognized him to be Cyberous. "Oh, just the geezer I was looking for!" The mercenary cheered with his inside voice, still adjusting to his awakened state.
"You looking for me?" Cyberous responded, giving a forced laugh at the notion of him being the hunted in this game of cat and mouse.
"Yeah. So I guess you're gonna try and recruit me into your lil' gang again now, ain'tcha?" Deadpool croaked, before clearing his throat.
"Well, actu-"
"My answer's yes by the way!" Deadpool yelled over Cyberous.
Cyberous' expression portrayed bemusement.
"You – want to join us?..." Cyberous queried, looking to verify what he had just heard.
"Yeah. You guys gave me quite a beating last time. I'm impressed – and I want in." The brightly coloured mercenary lied convincingly to Cyberous' face; he had had plenty of experience from both his childhood and previous missions to develop his skills in the art of mendacity, so he was confident that Cyberous would buy it.
"Alright. If you want to join us, we'd be more than happy to have a recruit with your capabilities." Cyberous stated, giving a partial grin. Deadpool imagined himself sighing in relief, but didn't want to show any signs of a change in emotion as it may tip off Cyberous about his dishonesty. "However…" Cyberous went on to speak, alerting Deadpool that he may not be out of the woods just yet. "…There are trials on must overcome, in order to gain full membership in our team."
"Trials?" Deadpool asked, feeling anxious at the sound of the word.
"But of course. We don't just allow old mutant in our exclusive club." Cyberous went on to say, pacing toward the left of the bench Deadpool was stationed on. "If you're serious about joining you'll face the trials, and if you're not worthy –well – I'm sure you can guess…" Cyberous explained, smirking sinisterly as he did. "So? How about it?"
"There's nothing you can throw at me that I can't handle." The confident mercenary claimed, rising from his seated position; ready to begin his infiltration of Cyberous' mob of mutants.
"Good. I'll call off my men." Cyberous stated, turning to speak into the communicator installed in his wrist strap.
Deadpool scanned the area for any sign of one of Cyberous' soldiers, who had been successfully hidden throughout his conversation with their leader. They could have gunned him down at any moment; granted he could regenerate and spring into combat mode, but the thought was still bewildering. With no sign of any armed assassins,
Deadpool brought his attention back to Cyberous who was stood with a woman, who had just appeared from no-where.
"I'd like you to meet Blink. She's a mutant with the powers of putting one's mind to sleep, leaving their body a drone to do her bidding." Cyberous introduced the strange woman, who then held her hand out for Deadpool. "We don't exactly want you knowing the exact location of our hideout, so we'll need you to be in somewhat of an unconscious state, whilst we take you there. This way it shows your commitment to becoming a member of our team." Cyberous explained, folding his arms and smirking; showing his disbelief in Deadpool's desire to join them.
Deadpool looked at the slightly overweight woman's greasy hand. He slowly reached to touch her finger but hesitated a moment before summoning the courage to do so. As his fingertips made contact with Blink's glossy skin, he felt his mind dissolve and his vision faded to an empty black as it fell in to an unconscious state.
I enjoyed writing nits of this chapter, but as you may agree some parts seemed a tad more mundane and/or tedious. Oh well. It's set up to jump straight into the Drama and Action ahead now, so I earge you to stay tuned for future chapters :D