Failsafe, Jump City, California.

Part II: Background check.

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Jemima Hunter sat in Dr. Celia Williams office, her thumbs twiddled as she awaited her arrival. She knew she had failed, but she didn't really care. Honestly, Dr. Williams needed Jemima much more then Jemima needed her. She couldn't grasp why Williams wanted Carter, he was a valuable asset, sure, but she couldn't understand...why?

Jemima loved what she did. She had killed a lot of people. Jemima had grown up a lot the passed few weeks. Grace Hunter was not the scared girl she use to be. She remembered when she use to flinch at the slightest sound, and cry whenever Williams would yell. But now...now she was strong. She cared only about herself, and her friends, the enemy was expendable, and she would happily kill, or be killed to protect the ones she loved.

She couldn't stand evil, and Carter Roulet was the epitome of evil. Or so she had been told.

"And if I hear another damn complaint about our soldiers dying, I'll personally drive the stake through your heart!" Williams yelled, as she entered the office.

Jemima stood and saluted as she had been trained. "Ma'am." she said, as Williams entered and sat down.

"Jemima," Williams said, sitting at her desk, "How are you?" she asked. Williams' chin rested on top of her folded hands.

"I'm good ma'am." Jemima said, "I'm frustrated though." Jemima sighed. And Williams glanced up at her.

"Frustrated about?" Williams asked, turning in her chair to her computer. She started to scan through some emails, and files.

"Well," Jemima said, pacing around the office, "About Carter..." she said, "He's killed a lot of our men." Jemima sighed, "And he shows no remorse, he takes pride in it."

"That's exactly why we must stop him Jemima," Williams said, fixing her glasses, "He's a monster, a miserable dog, and he must be put down."

"Ma'am?" Jemima asked, her hands in her pockets, "May I ask you something? I feel it's important..." Jemima said.

"Of course." Williams said, facing her, "What's on your mind?" Williams asked Jemima, who looked sort of confused.

"Why...why does Carter want to kill you so badly?" Jemima asked, "I mean what's the whole point of this war?"

Williams nodded, "I think it's time we took you to the archives Jemima." Dr. Williams said, as she stood up, "Everything will make sense."

Jemima nodded, and followed Williams out of the office. She couldn't tell if knowing the reasons why Failsafe was hunting Carter, or knowing the reasons why Carter was hunting Williams would prove to be an advantage, or a set back. Only time would tell.

Safe house.

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Carter Roulet lit a cigarette, it was the sixth this evening...he could tell, it was gonna be one of those nights. Carter stared at the broken pistol in front of him, he hated broken things, mostly because he always made the thing worse off than it was in the first place.

Kat popped another piece of popcorn into her mouth, and stared at Hawk, who was sitting awkwardly in her fluffy pink chair. "So, are you gonna tell me, or not?"

"Okay, fine." Hawk raised his hands, "I don't remember everything, but I remember most." Hawk said, "The first thing, was that he didn't tell me his name was Carter, or Roulet...he went by the name, Killswitch."

"You two were assassinating the president, right?" Kat asked. She was slightly giddy, she loved hearing stories of assassinations.

"That's right." Hawk said, "I had received intel that president would be making a speech in town square...that's when Carter showed up."

Three Years ago.

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"It's a small world, after all, it's a small world, after all, it's a small world, after all. It's a small, small world..." the masked man sang as he unpacked his sniper rifle from his backpack.

His view of the presidents speech was perfect, he had a clean shot. Simple, easy, and smooth. Just the way he liked his missions to go.

Hawk stood within the crowd, his active camo made him nearly invisible. The secret service were good, but they were no match for a genetically modified super soldier like Hawk. Not to mention his power assault armor made him look like a walking tank.

"This is Control, to Hawk, do you have visual on the target, over?" Hawk's helmet was filled with static as Williams spoke on the comm.

"This is Hawk to control, I have eyes on." Hawk said, watching as the president sat in his chair, awaiting his moment to speak. "Waiting further orders."

"Copy Hawk." the voice said again, "Wait for the target to approach the pulpit, and then take him out." the voice instructed.

"Copy Control." Hawk said, and peeled back through the crowd. Again, Hawk was nearly invisible, so this task was simple.

Meanwhile, on the roof, the masked man continued to assemble his rifle, "Five bucks says I blow his head off, any takers?" the man asked, "Ha! You're on Bernard." of course it was only him on the roof, nobody else.

Hawk stared at the president, when a small butterfly landed on his helmet. Hawk stared at it. It's wings fluttered, it had a gorgeous orange hue to it, and then it slowly started to fly away. It was as Hawk was staring at the butterfly, that he read a heat signature in his helmet.

"This is Hawk to Control...I have a heat signature on the roof approximately thirty yards away from the presidents location." Hawk said through the comm.

"Do not let him take our package!" the voice yelled, "Use whatever means necessary, and hurry. You have ten minutes."

Hawk bolted through the crowd, making his way to the roof top.

The mysterious assassin rolled up his mask, and lit a cigarette, "Hm," he said, as he peered down his scope, "Rabbit season. Duck season. Rabbit season." he said to himself, adjusting the sights on his scope, "Duck season. Rabbit season. Duck season." he said, and then loaded a round into the chamber, "Duck season. Rabbit season. Duck season fire!"

It was no sooner that he said these words, that a bolt went clean through the air. But it wasn't from his gun.

The masked man looked down at his rib cage. The round from the Desert Eagle had blown his torso almost in half. "Whoa!" he yelled, "Dude, I don't even know you, and you just walk up to me and shoot me in the ribs! Not cool." he said to Hawk.

Hawk stood, the barrel of his Desert Eagle was smoking as he lowered it, "How the fuck are you still alive?"

"Oh, I'm having a pleasant day. And yourself?" the masked man asked, "Seriously...you need to learn manners. The name is Switch...Killswitch." he said, fixing his mask.

"This isn't a game!" Hawk yelled, raising his weapon, "Now you tell me who you are, or I shoot you again, and this time, you die."

Killswitch clicked his teeth, "You know, that's exactly what my ex wife said..." he chuckled, "Before I killed her, and painted the walls with her blood!" Killswitch's eye twitched, "I'm kidding, I'm totally messing with you, I mean what kind of sick fuck would actually-" the sound of a gunshot cut him off...again.

"Whoa! Hey, hey!" Killswitch yelled, "What are you doing man?"

"Look, what do you want with the president, who are you working for?" Hawk yelled, getting more upset by the minute.

Killswitch sighed, "Look man..." he said, "I'm an assassin. Freelance work." he explained, "This is an off the record job. Reasons you wouldn't understand."

"Try me." Hawk said. It was here that he realized the entire streets were in chaos. People ran to and fro, realizing the president was dead already. "What the hell?"

"I always plan a step ahead." Killswitch chuckled, "Nicotine." he chuckled, "It's almost undetectable, odorless, flavorless. And a teaspoon is enough to kill three men." Killswitch said, "Slip two drops into his water bottle. He takes a sip before he goes up to speak. I shoot him in the skull, and everybody thinks it was a murder. Which it was, but truth is, if I happen to miss, which is never, but on the off chance that I do...I know he's still biting the dust. One way, or the other."

Hawk stared at the dead president, and then felt a sharp pain enter his chest. Killswitch fired two rounds from his pistol. They bypassed his armor like wrapping paper.

"Now I'd love to stay and chat, but I must go." Killswitch chuckled, "I finally know where Williams is, and no amount of amnesia is gonna stop-" Killswitch a small flick at the back of his neck, and then his body crumpled to the floor. Bullet had gone clean through his skull.

Hawk stared at the bloody mess from on his back, "This is..." he grunted, "This is Hawk, to control. President is down, and threat has been neutralized."

"Copy Hawk, were sending agents in the field to come and pick you up." Williams said over the comm, "Excellent work.

Present Day.

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"You shot him in the head?" Kat raised an eyebrow, "Like just blam...right through the back of his skull?" Kat asked Hawk.

Hawk sighed, "Yeah..." he chuckled, "I don't know why on earth I couldn't tell he had a healing factor. But by the time agents got there, I was passed out, and he was gone." Hawk leaned forward, his face was laden with guilt.

Kat looked at him oddly.

"To be honest..." Hawk sighed, "I think I'm the cause of his amnesia." Hawk said, looking over at Carter. Carter had his back to everybody. Hawk looked at the scars, and the tattoos that covered his body. He saw right where he had fired his gun. And sure enough...there was a bullet scar the size of a quarter beneath his skull. It was covered by hair, but Hawk could still see it.

"Why do you say that?" Kat asked, "Carter has always had amnesia. As much as he can heal himself, he can't repair memories."

Hawk nodded, "I know..." Hawk sighed, "I feel sorry for him." Hawk said, "All he wants is revenge...hell, I want revenge. I'd die for Carter...and he'd die for me."

"Pretty sure a bullet through your head would stop you though." Kat chuckled, "Carter won't ever stop...he's a killing machine. That's what he was bred to do. And he's the best."

Hawk sat in silence, and then stood up, he opened Kat's door, and went to leave, but then turned to Kat and almost whispered, "What if he doesn't want to be?"

Failsafe, Archives.

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Jemima walked through the archive room, staring at the walls, and other things. The walls were covered with files, and documents. They had a sheet on everybody, even her.

"Subject 21...or Carter Roulet, as you know him..." Williams said, her high heels clicking as she walked, "Was supposed to be our first start towards a prepared world." she explained, "In case..." she looked at Jemima, "People like you, or Superman decided they were stronger than people like me." Williams explained.

Jemima stared at her...did she really want to hear this?

"Carter was a success. He responded excellently to the treatment. Aside from his schizophrenia...he was the perfect soldier."

"Schizophrenia?" Jemima asked, "Carter is schizophrenic?" Jemima asked, realizing a potential weakness she could use against him.

"Yes." Williams said, "He talks to himself, and he talks to dead people. One person in particular is Marla, his ex girlfriend, she passed away awhile ago. As much as he has amnesia, these memories burn into his brain, and cannot be removed."

"Okay, I get all of this..." Jemima said, "But why does he want you dead?" Jemima asked, running next to Williams.

Williams sighed, "Because he thinks I bear his child." Williams lied. She played this game with Hawk, and he believed her...until he joined Carter.

"What do you mean?" Jemima asked, confused. "Did you two have an affair?" she asked. Things weren't making sense.

Williams turned away from Jemima, and looked up, quickly, and unnoticeable. She dropped to droplets of eye drops in her eyes, causing her to cry.

"He raped me..." she sobbed, "I was bringing him new training exercises, and he took advantage of me."

Jemima's eyes widened, she couldn't believe it. It all made sense now. Why the hunting had never stopped. She was disgusted...she wanted to put the bullet through Carter herself.

"That was when we had him in custody...several months ago. Before we inducted you." Williams explained, her time accuracy was way off. But Jemima wasn't thinking of accuracy, she was thinking of revenge.

"Williams..." Jemima sighed, "I'm so sorry." she said, "You can be sure...I'll work extremely hard, to make sure Carter suffers the worst death possible." she said.

Williams smiled, "The most painful death for him to suffer...would be to lose those he loves." she explained, "Carter is not afraid of death, he welcomes death. He is afraid of the death of others. But not afraid to kill."

Jemima nodded, "Well then...looks like we need to go find someone he knows." Jemima smirked, "Pay them a little visit."

Safe house.

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Yilvoxe was laying down in bed. Sleeping safely. Joey had taken this time to read those files he found, on a man named Silen Farlie. And what he read, shocked him.

Carter sat at his work bench, checking the time. Eight forty-five, Luis had been out for awhile. He didn't like that, he liked knowing where his team was. But he understood the need to blow off steam.

Carter loaded bullets into his magazines, when someone touched his shoulder, "Yeah?" he turned, and was met with a fist. Carter fell from his chair.

Joey morphed into his light form, and blasted a light high into the air, blinding Carter, Joey slammed his fists into Carter, blood sprayed the floor as Joey beat Carter relentlessly. "You liar!" he yelled.

Kat, and the rest of the team hurried out to see what the ruckus was.

Rolland went to throw a knife at Joey, but Yilvoxe quickly constructed a cage of ice, trapping him in it. "What the hell?" he yelled.

Kat withdrew her pistol from her behind her back, and went to fire a bullet at Yilvoxe, when Collin kicked her pistol from her hand. Kat already had a knife drawn and was about to stab Collin, when Hawk pinned her to the wall. Eddie was quick as well, as he aimed his bow at Hawk, who had his pistol aimed at Kat. "Don't even think about it."

Joey continued beating Carter, who had stopped moving. "That's what you get you murdering son of a bitch." Joey snarled, as he grabbed a knife from Carter's work bench and went to stab him, Carter's hand instinctively grabbed Joey's right hand.

Carter said nothing as his body reconstructed itself, Carter gripped mass of light, that was Joey, and slammed his thumbs into his eyelids, causing Joey's world to turn black. Joey scrambled to the floor. And morphed into his human form.

Carter let go, and stood up, "What the fuck?" he yelled, "You wanna tell me what the hell is going on?" he asked Joey.

Joey fought back tears, "It was you!" he pointed, "You did it!" Joey yelled. He stood up, and stared at Carter.

The rest of the team stood in a quandary. They had almost killed each other...for what? Carter wiped his lip, "You better start explaining fast, or I'll kill you...so slowly...you'll wish I drowned you instead. Understand?"

Joey swallowed, "Silen Farlie..." he said, through grit teeth, "Three years ago...you killed a man by the name of Silen Farlie!" Joey yelled, "When I asked you about it, you said you'd help me find him...but really, it was you."

Carter looked perplexed at him, and then suddenly his head throbbed with pain, Silen Farlie, the name raced through his mind. He glanced down at his hip, and his horror was true, "No..." he shook his head, "No, I didn't..." but the harmonica tattoo on his hip said he did...and those never lied.

Joey stared at him with tears in his eyes, "He was all I had! And you took him from me...he avoided everybody...and you shot him...you shot him!" Joey yelled, and went to pounce on him, and Carter raised his pistol. Joey stepped back.

"Oh no Joey, this bullets not for you." Carter said, aiming the gun at his head, "It's for me..."

"Carter!" Kat yelled. She shook free of hawks grip, and tried to stop Carter. She barely made two steps, as the gunshot cracked through the room.

Apartment Complex, Jump City.

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"Hello Mr. Durden, how are we today?" the officer said over the phone. Jared stood in the phone booth, rain poured down on all the sides of the booth, dryness was only within the booth. And it was awfully small.

"Good." Jared said, wiping his bloody lip, "I was in a bar fight...does that violate my probation?" he winced as he asked the question.

"Was anybody seriously hurt?" the officer asked, sounding almost annoyed with Jared. He had gotten out of prison two months ago.

"No, and nobody wanted to press charges." Jared said, running his hand through his graying hair. He had just turned forty, and already he felt old.

"Okay." the officer said, "Head on home, and make sure you call me before 1:30PM." the officer said to him.

"Got it." Jared said, getting ready to hang up. But the officer on the other end of the phone call stopped him.

"Jared.." the officer said, almost solemn. He had been his probation officer for awhile now. Jared always asked for him now.

"Yeah?" he asked, putting his hand in his pocket, and holding the phone with his left hand. He was almost caught off guard.

"Did they insult your boy again?" the officer asked.

Jared grit his teeth, "Yeah...they did." Jared sighed. Carter Roulet did not have a good rap, and among many civilians he was regarded as a murderer. Jared knew the real Carter, and to him, he was his son. And nobody, would insult his family. Even if it meant more jail time.

The officer nodded, "You take care of yourself." the officer said.

"You too." Jared replied, hanging up.

Hared pulled on his hood, and ran for the apartment where he stayed. He hated it here, he just needed to survive two more days, then he'd get that call back, he'd be able to get a better job, and move out of Jump, and have a better life. But he wouldn't get that chance.

Jared walked down the hall to his apartment. It was a long corridor, and on each side was three rooms, followed by another hall on the left, that turned to stairs.

While Jared attempted to get into his apartment without any trouble, he noticed three men surrounding a dark chocolate colored female. Her red hair stood out. At first Jared tried to ignore her, but when they started making crude remarks, and sexual advances, he had to step in.

"You ever party with a thug baby?" the gang member asked, touching the young girls face. She smacked his hand away.

"Please stop...you want money?" she asked, "I have money...just let me go..." she begged.

"Oh no we don't want money." another member said, "But we'd happily pay you." he chuckled, "If you know what I mean?"

"Oh yeah I know what you mean." Jared replied, causing the thugs to turn quickly. "Like I payed your mother last night." Jared chuckled.

"Hey who the fuck are you old man?" one of the thugs asked, and Jared reached into his pocket, "Oh shit!" the three flinched as he pulled out his finger, and aimed it at them like a gun.

"Oh damn...look, he's packing heavy!" one of the thugs chuckled as Jared aimed his finger at the there of them.

"I got one too grandpa." the second thug said, pulling up his shirt to reveal his glock. He withdrew it and aimed it at Jared sideways, "So how's about you get out of he-"

The edge of Jared's palm dug into the thugs nose, breaking it into his skull. He was dead instantly, Jared grabbed the arm of the thug, and fired three two rounds. The two bullets went clean through the second thugs skull. Blood sprayed across the girls face, as she dropped to her knees, and covered her ears.

The last thug went to to stab Jared with his knife, but Jared countered, and forced the knife through thugs throat, killing him.

The thugs fell to the floor, blood pooled beneath them. Jared removed his hood, and walked over to the girl, "Are you okay?" he asked her.

The girl nodded, as Jared helped her up. The girl brushed her hair from her face and smiled at Jared. "Thank you." she said, reaching her hands into her pockets.

"It was no problem." Jared said, "What's your name?" he asked her. Wanting to get her to safety as quick as possible.

The girl smiled, and wiped her eyes, "My name is Jemima Hunter, and I work for Failsafe." she said. Three hisses were heard, and Jared flinched, as three silenced bullets went clean through his torso and out of his back. Jared gasped as he fell to the floor.

"Don't worry." Jemima said, standing up, and dusting herself off, "Carter will be joining you soon." she smiled, as Jared slowly started to die.

Jemima opened the door to Jared's apartment and stepped inside, "Time to clean up." Jemima said as she dragged Jared's body inside, and shut the door.

Safe house.

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Carter woke up to his teammates surrounding him. He was sitting in a chair, his gun still in hand. "What happened?" Carter asked.

Kat sighed, "You shot yourself...again."

Joey stood off in the distance, cursing. The audacity that Carter had, how could he think for a second that he would still work with him?

Carter sat up, "Joey..." he said, "Joey I'm sorry..." he said, "I never...I never meant to hurt you. It was just a job." he explained, but that couldn't be explained.

"Give me one good reason I shouldn't walk out of here right now?" Joey yelled, "You give me one good reason...and I'll stay."

Carter nodded, and then looked Joey dead in the eye, "Failsafe gave me the hit." he said, "I was the one that pulled the trigger. But Failsafe sent me."

Joey grabbed the file of Silen, and flipped through it, he scanned the words, and sure enough...Dr. Celia Williams organized the hit.

Joey slammed the document on the table, "Dammit!" he yelled.

"Joey, this is the whole reason I'm going after them." Carter explained, "They made me kill Silen, they made me kill a lot of people. Fathers, mothers, sons, and daughters." Carter said, "I'm not proud of that. Not at all."

Joey nodded, "You just promise me this..." Joey said, "When we finally wage war on Failsafe...we kill them all."

Carter reached out his tattooed hand, and shook Joey's, "I promise." he said, and if it's one thing Carter was known for...he always kept a promise.

The roofs of Jump City.

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Luis felt his stomach bubble. Something about this wasn't right. He felt how he did when he cheated on a test that one time in school. Like he was in trouble.

"Twenty seven, fifty two." Luis said aloud, "That's where she said to meet her, right?"

"Spectacular." the female voice said from the shadows, "So you did come." she smiled. Her her heels clicked on the pavement as she walked. "You already know who I am. Dr. Celia Williams..." she said, "And this is Boss." she said, gesturing to the large man next to her, "The CEO of Failsafe."

Luis shook both of their hands, "Good to meet you." he said. Luis was still a bit nervous, he had no idea what to expect.

"So," Dr. Williams said, "Is it true that you know where Carter is?"

(A/N) WHOA! What the fuck is happening here? :O Did you see that coming, bet you didn't! Okay, maybe you did, but still. I was partially dishonest...not really, I said it would be a two part update, and I was too lazy to fix it, to let everyone know it's actually a three part update. My apologies. But yes, this is part two! Part three, should be up soon, and if you think this is crazy...just wait till you get a hold of the next update. ;)

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