The Ultimates In…
ULTIMATE H.Y.D.R.A
Chapter 8: Betrayal!
Pietro sat on the flight towards London, nervously glancing around. Soon enough, he saw a tall, thin man with a gaunt face and slicked-back grey hair walk down the craft and the newcomer took the seat beside Quicksilver.
"Where is your sister?" He spoke in a strange, guttural voice, "My employer requested to see both of you."
"She won't agree," Sighed Maximoff, "It was all I could to persuade her not to tell Fury!"
"Very well. Do you accept my offer, Mr. Maximoff?"
"Yes."
"Excellent," The man smiled and fired the handgun that was concealed in his lap at Quicksilver. Even the lightning fast mutant didn't have time to dodge, and he slumped down in his seat. The shooter chuckled…
Steve Roger sat on the edge of the roof of his apartment block, staring down at the bustling city.
"Mr. Rogers?" Came a voice from behind him. A tall, thin man with a thick, toothbrush moustache strode towards Steve in a suit.
"General McGee?" Gasped Rogers. McGee had been like a father to him in World War II. A younger man with black hair, but he was still recognisable in his old age, "You're alive?"
"Steve," McGee smiled oddly. Rogers leapt up and walked up to his former officer, "Steven, having some trouble? I could understand that. But I have an offer for you. The US government's changed. It ain't what it used to be. It's corrupt. I can help you, son."
"I won't fight against America, sir," Snapped the captain.
"Thank God for that, kid," Beamed McGee, "That ain't what I meant. I can send ya back."
"Back where?"
"Back to the '30s, son."
Steve's eyes opened wide in shock:
"I'll do anything!" He gasped…
Janet was flying through every street in the city, frantic, searching for Steve. Suddenly, someone snatched the shrunk woman from the air.
"Mrs. Pym, so good to see you again," It was a familiar figure… it was… Abdul al Rahman. But something was he was wrong. This man was older. Much older. But he wore al Rahman's garments. He looked much like the young colonel had, "We have killed Captain America and Quicksilver. But your corpse shall be a perfect size to send to Fury."
The terrorist slipped out a handgun.
"Wait…" Gasped Jan, "Al Rahman!? You're the Red Skull!?"
"How very… observant of you," Sneered the Asian man and then Wasp blasted the greatest 'sting' she had ever produced onto the lower, unprotected face of the 'Skull. Al Rahman fell back and Janet flew away, only for the Asian to fire his gun, blasting a great chunk of her wing away. Jan crashed to the ground, gasping.
"Bitch!" He spat, "American bitch!"
He slipped the Wasp into his pocket as she groaned:
"For that, American bitch, you will suffer before you die…"
It was all coming together at last, Thought Al Rahman, He was doing it! The Western World was falling, and this time there was no need for supersoldiers. No need for metahumans. Just terror… panic… the swift hand of justice!
TO BE CONTINUED!
