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The Bluefire Phoenix presents...
A File from Operation Dusk Hour...
Chapter VI: Toulon
The wind swept steppes of Central Asia spanned around me. This was an ancient land. Its history was ancient, reaching back to the time when man used it as a staging area to begin its conquest of the rest of the planet but now was little more than a post-communist backwater surrounded by wannabe superpowers, the War on Terror, and economic uncertainty.
I never liked this part of the world. The weather was finicky, the people distrusting after years of oppression, and I didn't care for the food. But it was a good place to lay low and a place where I could easily dictate terms. Such was the life of a black-ops soldier. Well that's what I was before I deserted.
Uncle Sam knew me as Slade Wilson, US Army Colonel that served multiple tours in the first Gulf War as well as the next one and Afghanistan. But the CIA knew me as Operative DS13. I was one of the Spooks that not even the President was privy to.
My unit was primarily responsible of gathering intelligence on and elimination of low visibility high priority targets. They were the people you never really heard of but still presented a threat to national security. We also were sent in to bring local warlords to our cause, with no limit on means. It was quite the experience. We tracked people and escaped pursuers in the wildest locations all over the globe. Our ultimate goals were to destabilize countries and protect nation interests.
That was years ago. Eventually I was pulled back into the regular forces, given a new rank and shipped off to Afghanistan under a gag order. They might as well have sent me back into the civilian sector. Collateral damage, civilian casualties, budgets? I hadn't needed to worry those things since the mid-eighties.
I did my job to the best of my abilities. After a year out there, I was done. I wanted out and when the opportunity arose about two years I broke off. It took me two years to figure out my next move. I traveled to many places I went in my youth. We hadn't done anything to improve their lives or even keep America safe.
The things we did…the world needed to know.
I'd make Langley unveil their dirty laundry list. It was a decades' long list that would utterly ruin the United States' reputation, probably beyond repair. It was a small price to pay for the truth.
Firstly, I needed some assistance. I sent a call to my old handler to meet me at an old Soviet airbase in eastern Kyrgyzstan. It took me a few days to get there after I left India. I found my friends murdered after trying to repair their lives. That made me the last one left.
They'd be after me next. Who they were exactly was hard to say. Just because I operated in the shadows doesn't mean I knew everything that happened. Our unit could have just been one of a dozen or so more covert forces. They were out there and they wanted me dead, like every other person I've ever met.
My brown leather jacket did little to protect me from the occasional bitter gusts of wind that ruffled my grey hair. A pair of sunglasses protected me from the dust. I looked pretty odd with them and my eye patch.
A plane was coming in from the west. I felt my heart skip a little. I hadn't seen her in ten years. It landed about forty meters from me. I adjusted my coat and approached. A dozen soldiers ran out of the plane and aimed assault rifles at me. Shock of all shocks, my call was intercepted.
I raised my hands over my head. At the top of the plane was an African-American woman. She was long past her prime, a once lean figure expanded by years of office work and stress.
The woman walked towards me. "You have some balls, Wilson," she said as we reached each other.
"Would you have it any other way, Amanda?" I greeted.
Amanda Waller was once one of the best field leaders I ever served under. She was the savviest woman to ever work for the United States. I had seen her strong arm bureaucrats all over the world with nothing but natural menace and vigor, reinforced with the very real threat of an unlisted black-ops team.
Those glory days were now behind her and me. She was now some advisor to the Senate Foreigner Relations Committee. All she had accomplished was sealed away in some government vault left to gather dust, leaving only memories she could discus tell anyone.
"You know what they're going to do to you right?" Amanda asked me.
"Put a bag over my head, march me out a few hundred meters, dig a ditch, and blow my brains out," I coldly stated. Amanda remained unmoved by my morbid prediction.
"No matter what you do here Slade, we both know you can't win," she retorted.
"Someone has to tell the world what we've done. Even if I fail, the damage I do will force the government to admit the truth," I retorted.
"Do you think you're being a hero?" she asked.
"I was never a hero, no matter what you or any other spook told me."
Amanda shook her head. She simply stepped aside and I popped out a couple of flashbang grenade, tossing them at the soldiers. They were encased in a white smoke.
I pulled out a pair of pistols from my hidden hip holsters and gunned them down. They fell to the ground. "I'd get out of here soon. Gets pretty cold at night around here," I said as I stepped over the bleeding bodies.
Amanda pulled out a satellite phone. "What are you going to do?" she asked.
"To visit Dorothy," I cryptically retorted. Amanda's eyes widened. I boarded the plane and dispatched the crew. In a lull of the wind I took off for Myanmar, it was the first leg of my journey.
It was up to Amanda whether or not to tell her overseers what I planned on doing. I went to where Amanda had sat on the plain, marked by an old field signal: a left hand glove placed on the seat. Merely follow the index finger and there it was. The file I had asked her for.
She must have called in a lot of favors for this one. It was a list of every assassination carried out unofficially by the United States over the last twenty years, listed as "beneficial accidents."
Several of the names I had taken out myself. But there were dozens more that even I didn't recognize, giving credence to my belief that there were other units like mine out there.
It was time to show the world just how much America values its allies.
To Be Continued...
A/N: Wow four perspectives in six chapters. Pretty cool huh?
Quick lesson on comics for anyone not in the know: Slade Wilson aka Deathstroke the Terminator (What a name, incredibly cheesy yet also freaking terrifying) was originally a Teen Titans villain made in 1980. More recently you've probably seen him in Young Justice, the animated Teen Titans, the game Injustice, and a weird version in Arrow (I haven't watch arrow yet, but he is apparently in there). I will just say this: I like Deathstroke. He knows what he wants and isn't concerned about the means to get it. Chaotic Neutral at its most cynical.
Much like I like I chose Black Lagoon to throw at The Dark Knight, bringing Deathstroke as an antagonist is workable in the world of the Nolanverse. He is smart, athletic, and morally ambiguous at best and his power is increased regeneration, which can be ignored or modified.
This was a pretty basic chapter, introducing a new character and his deal. But, at least we're out of the first act! Woot! Wait that means I have to start explaining shit...
No it's good, I planned this out.
Let me know what you think with a review. PM me any theories you'd like to discuss with me and any ideas or places you think I should go.
Until next time, why did she weep at the wall {because she knew that this was her end}