A/N: Warning: Long ass chapter alert! Long ass chapter alert!
This chapter's dedicated to David Case. Yes, David. Yes there are more chapters lol.
Ps: This story may not focus directly on that. Its just meant to explain and show what happened BEFORE the AK. You're thinking too far ahead right now xD
Scorpius Military Base
Sector One
11:13pm
Moments Later
"I'm glad you came." Kwayana spoke lowly while standing by a tree. She was dressed in combat gear she wore earlier.
Me too. Jason said internally although he did carry the gut feeling he might regret this.
"Now you're gonna explain to me just why in the h-"
A strong force tugged at his arm. She dragged him before her, his back slammed against the trunk of the tree.
"Speak any louder and I'll make sure I'll kill you before they do." She threatened.
"Is this your way of intimidating someone?" He mocked. "It's pretty non-threatening."
"You think I'm bluffing?"
"Let me shed a little light." He muttered while grabbing her arms. "I held back. Way back. Many times. If I wanted you dead, I could've made that happen."
"And if I want you dead, I can make that happen." Geneva replied as she broke off from his grip. "One call," she pulled out a mobile comm from her leg holster. "Just one call and I can have my men take you out. Right here. Right now. Penalty is death for an escapee."
"So this is another setup?" Jason let out a half chuckle at first but grew serious in his last statement. "You really are a bitch."
She lowered the device. "But it doesn't have to be that way. I don't want it to be that way." She breathed. "You have to trust me."
"Why should I?"
"Because I'm the only one who knows who you really are, Jason. I could've gotten you compromised. I could've gotten you killed. Many times. But I didn't."
"I'm sorry to say," she moved closer. "You're forced to."
"This is unacceptable, Dr. Freidman." Deathstroke folded his arms as he looked at the four wounded soldiers over the glass panel looking into the Recuperation and Care Unit. "You mean to tell me some runaway eighteen year old manged to take out four men-four of my men who have been in service for as long as he lived?"
"Hugo managed to sedate him prior." Freidman began. "We brought him in the surgery room for the insertion op but he woke up. Erratic, confused. We attempted to apply more anesthesia but he was too quick." He remarked as he ran a hand through his hair. "It took eight more of our men to fully subdue him."
"Was the surgery successful?" Wilson watched as a doctor attended to the frantic man with a patch over his eye. Scared of the fact he would be seeing through one eye for the rest of his life. He heard the Todd kid stuck a probe in the son of a bitch's right eye.
"It went smoothly." He replied. "Kill chip was inserted and is fully operational. His tracking device read he was in Ground Zero eighteen minutes ago."
"Good." Slade replied as he continued watching the spectacle. "Let's just hope he gives us a reason to trigger it."
"Why is there a sentinel out here anyway?" Todd questioned in respect to the current situation they were in. A heavy smell of earth and dew danced at his nostrils. "We're literally in a remote area with no human interaction."
"There's a nearby Yanomami tribe." Kwayana started in a voice as low as his. "The soldiers took part of their land to build this base. Blood spilled. Lots of it. They didn't like it. And obviously, they still don't. Which is why you'd find a few guards dead in the morning."
"Come on," she signaled with her finger.
They continued out of conspicuous sight, making as little noise as possible as they stealthily scurried through the curtains of leaves and plants. The ground was damp thanks to the humidity of the atmosphere which aided in the suppression of the noises of the Amazonian vegetation beneath their combat boots.
Neither of them were idiots. Of course they were capable of handling the militia but taking them all out would cause suspicion to rise and signals to go off.
She stopped him by a bush, motioning him to crouch with her.
"Two men." She looked over to the militia guards beside a vehicle that looked similar to the Batmobile. Black, military geared, weaponized. "You take out one. I do the other. Got it?"
"Got it."
"One more thing," she touched his arm and gave him a dire look. "No killing."
"I'll try to go easy."
"On your mark." She began.
"One." He began.
"Two." She followed.
"Three."
They pounced from the bushes, clasping their opponents' mouths before putting them in a choke hold. A vague sense of nostalgia hit him. This felt like the old days as Robin. Taking out thugs as quickly as possible, making sure you're not seen. Going on a possibly senseless escapade at night with a potential sociopath you hardly knew, risking your life in the process. Yeah, those days.
Good times.
Moments later, the guards' unconscious bodies were dragged to and left underneath the shrubbery.
They quickly climbed into the vehicle. Geneva obviously took the driver's seat.
Jason rubbed the pain and pressure building on his forehead. "Now would you care to explain to me just why the hell you're wasting my time?"
"The women were imported to Maracaibo." Geneva said. "Main headquarters of the Latino Gang."
"Lemme guess," He sat back. "That's where we're headed right now?"
"You really are the protégé of the world's greatest detective."
Jason thought for a moment. "What is this?" He looked over to her. "Remorse? Or some twisted way to further manipulate my trust?"
Geneva was silent for a moment, thinking of her answer very carefully. "Let's just say this is all personal…very personal."
Jason respected her response. He nodded his head and looked out the window. Automatically, he realized…
Maracaibo was literally across the country. Ten hours away tops by car.
And they were driving.
How the hell were they going to get there before sunrise?
"Should we be expecting a road trip?"
Geneva gave off a smile. "Hold tight, Boy Wonder."
She increased her speed, Jason jerked back which caused the Kwayana's smile to widen. The trees shifted by faster, creating a blur of brown and green. She took a steep, dangerous turn-almost enough for the vehicle to flip on its side. The wetness of the ground was already scary enough.
"Here I was thinking you couldn't be any more crazier." Todd muttered.
He looked ahead of him.
He spoke too soon.
Before him, there was a thick, intimidating Kapok tree standing dead-centered in the road.
"Geneva!" For a moment, Jason considered his anatomy-wondering if it was possible for the esophagus to contract a heart against gravity. He caught his breath. His muscles tightened. His mind was in a somewhat deer staring at the headlights state.
One outside would see that Jason's reaction was uncalled for. The tires shifted within the vehicle. No longer was it bound to the ground beneath them. Instead, it ascended into the Amazonian atmosphere. The tree before them suddenly shifted backwards, presenting to them an up close view of the Casiquiare.
Jason let out a breath. His blood went flowing back to his limbs.
He glanced out the window to make out the outline of a lone black bird flying beside him against the relative darkness. A sea of trees and plants now lied thousands of feet beneath them.
"You were scared." She laughed.
"No." His face turned a slight taint of red.
"Sure."
Jason let out a self appeasing chuckle with his head pressed against the headrest. "I was...just very concerned for your mental well being."
Geneva swiped to activate the screen on the dashboard. A picture of another Latino man appeared on the monitor.
"Luis Baez. Head of the crime syndicate. He should be there as well, overseeing the pickup." She looked over to him. "It's like killing two birds with one stone."
"But if we're throwing that stone, there's going to be hell to pay." Jason felt corny for a moment as he realized he was speaking metaphorically. "Wouldn't Marco or Slade catch up on this? What's our alibi?"
"I rerouted your tracking device." She replied. "It looks as though you're in your quarters. They won't suspect a thing."
"Tracking device?" He hissed.
"They don't tell you." She said. "But recruits are normally tagged with RFID microchips. It's implanted in the base of your brain. The medulla to be more specific."
Anger swept through him like a tide. He'd been tortured for an entire year, held prisoner at the mercy of the world's sickest psychopath, only to escape and be held prisoner again?!
Todd was dumbfounded. No wonder Hugo drugged him. It was all in preparation for an insertion operation?
He wanted to punch something. Anything. He clenched his fists.
"Is that really all it can do?" He half gritted through his teeth, knowing that the medulla oblongata was rather a more vital area to be inserting something in.
It took a moment for her to reply. Her brown eyes gazed at what was before her. A slight hint of fear was evident. She took a breath before speaking.
"It's a kill chip."
"Fucking great." He spoke sarcastically while setting his head on the headrest.
"When triggered it emits a high electrical shock, stopping your heart and breathing simultaneously. It then biodegrades, leaving no evidence. It'll look as though you suffered a fatal heart attack." She explained. "Shutting it down is feasible but that would only arouse suspicion."
"ETA?" Jason's blood boiled. His eyes gazed off in the distance as he fantasized beating the crap out of some thugs. It was the only thing keeping him sane for the time being.
"About two hours."
There was a brief moment of silence before the eighteen year old spoke again. "What about you?" Jason inquired out of curiosity or possibly the comfort in knowing it wasn't just him.
"I never went through the procedure." She said. "Slade's orders."
That was not the answer he was expecting.
He scoffed. "He must trust you."
"Yeah…" her voice drifted off pensively as if there was something else she was leaving out. "Something like that…"
Slade Wilson rubbed his head in frustration as he made it back to his room. Typical day. Training his men. Overseeing operations taking place around the globe. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
The suite was exceptionally large and well kept. Modern couches and furniture welcomed the mercenary upon arrival. Sweeping past it all, he focused his attention to the bottle of brandy resting on top of one of the tables. He grabbed it, stared at it, then automatically placed it back down.
Geneva would've killed him if she saw him rest a finger on another alcoholic beverage. He remembered that time, the time she made him drop his whiskey. The glass shattered all over the floor. It was difficult to stay mad at her that time. It was difficult to stay mad at her. Ever.
Like it was now.
He sighed as he recalled the small argument that took place between them earlier today.
This Jason Todd kid. He already didn't like him. From what he read, Geneva was telling the truth. Eighteen years old. Lived a shitty childhood, adopted by the bastard Bruce Wayne who probably took him in to show off to the world he couldn't help but be great. Ended up running away years later. He couldn't blame him. Being around a man so self-centered and egotistical was enough to drive anyone insane. Luxury was good but it wasn't everything.
But he wouldn't lie. The kid had talent.
He'd already attempted to screw with their operation in Gotham, tried killing his agents in Caracas. Hell, he was even able take out four of his men while in a semi conscious state.
But she was right. If he was playing on their turf, he had to play by their rules. He was under their control. Under his command. Hopefully, he would screw up just so he can have an excuse to press the trigger that would take him out in seconds. Or better yet, stick another blade in him.
Only difference is next time, he won't be missing an artery.
Two Hours Later…
Maracaibo was hot as hell, even in the early morning. The ozone was heavy in build. It just settled, resting its weight on the atmosphere.
"This is where the girls are being held." Geneva spoke as they made it to the approximate area, standing on top of a metal structure. She pointed to the container.
She was telling the truth. It was the same container he saw in Gotham that the women boarded on in the ship.
"Over there," Jason chimed in as he pointed to a series of vehicles pulling up to the scene.
The man Jason had seen on the monitor back in the car caught his attention as he walked out of one. More men followed behind.
"So what's the plan?" Jason whispered as he watched them. He counted at least twenty five-probably thirty-armed men.
Geneva didn't reply. She only watched as the men congregated about their newest prize.
"Get the bitches out. Ahora." Luis Baez stepped in the scene past his men as he pointed to the crate, wasting no time. "Let's hope Marco didn't disappoint."
"No." A voice came in from the distance. "But I will."
He gazed above him only to see a black girl in an ebony jumpsuit holding a bow with the tip of the arrow pointing directly in between his eyes.
Beside her was some white guy. Blue eyes. Black hair. Unarmed. Or so it seemed.
"Who sent you?" Baez questioned. "Ricardo? Police? Interpol?"
"I killed Ricardo," Geneva spoke while maintaining her aim. "But don't worry." She tilted her head. "I made sure I brought enough ammo this time."
"So you're Marco's bitch?" He tittered. "Why am I not amused?"
"Because this won't be funny."
The two gracefully jumped down from crate to crate, dodging the bullets aimed at them. Jason kicked a henchman face first while Geneva was able to take out a few men with her arrows mid-air.
"Shoot them!" He screamed. "Kill them both!"
Once touching the ground she violently shot five arrows in Baez's chest, one arrow for each word.
"You! Pathetic! Piece! Of! Filth!"
Luis's body fell lifeless to the asphalt, a confused, dazed expression on his face.
Todd found himself grinning as one man charged at him. Jason flipped in the air and rolled over his back, tossing the man into another group of goons behind him.
Another came from behind causing him to crouch to dodge his blow. He elbowed his ribcage, swerved behind him, and shot him in the back with the semiautomatic.
More approached him now as Jason professionally maneuvered against every blow.
"You know, Geneva," Jason spin kicked a man out of the way then shot another charging toward him. "This would be better if we'd actually stuck to a plan."
"You're right." She snickered as she countered a blow by taking the henchman by the arm and in one move, snapped his neck. "Unless if you were planning on letting Baez walk out alive."
"Besides. You needed the stress relief." She spoke as a bouef man approached her, running towards her from behind with full force. Little did he know the woman was already aware. Once he was close enough she grabbed him and flipped him over. The man grunted as he fell on his back. Still having hold of his wrist, she stomped on his face, knocking him out cold. "Am I wrong?"
Jason watched, secretly impressed. He could tell she'd gone through enough training with Slade.
Geneva turned to him, smiled, then raised her bow. "I should be sorry if I miss."
"Woah, what the hell?"
Was she aiming at him?
His question was answered when the projectile cut through the wind just centimeters away from his shoulder. A voice behind him grunted milliseconds later.
Jason spun around to see a man gagging on his own blood as he clutched his neck where the arrow pierced through. His gun plopped to the ground while he joined it moments later.
Geneva grinned in contempt.
"That's one life you owe me..."
Jason grinned inside as he made his way towards her while she approached the shipping container. He watched as Geneva took her arrow and aimed it at the lock. It spewed open with a cling.
"Step away from the container." A husky voice called from the distance. "Now!"
A/N: I'm sorry if it didn't end as well. Kind of in a bad mood today.