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Chapter Seven- You Work For Me

Standing in his bathroom in his home fresh from taking a shower, Slade Wilson was finished using a cutthroat razor to shave his face. He wiped his face clean with a owl and placed his familiar eye patch over his left eye as he sighed.

He wore his clothes as he turned on the TV, listening to the news for his new target. And as if on cue, the news reported exactly what he wished here. He polished the Godkiller as the news was being reported.

"Robert Du Bois, the man known as Bloodsport, was last seen stealing a high-tech device from a military base holding technology recovered from the failed Daxamite Invasion. Thanks to the timely intervention of Supergirl, Du Bois was unable to escape with more technology and the loss of life was zero. Robert Du Bois is a trained mercenary and terrorist who disappeared after bombing City Hall in National City. He is extremely dangerous and is not to be approached under any circumstance."

"Hmph, such an amateur."

Slade finished his polishing of the mighty and divine blade, as he placed it on the bed and admired his new suit. It was equipped with all the upgrades and the bells and whistles he wanted.

"Well, I am off to nail my audition."

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On the outskirts of the city lies a warehouse which looked rundown and abandoned and covered in foliage. It looked unused and abandoned for quite some time. However, whatever was happening in the warehouse was happening underground.

Robert Du Bois and the members of his team were all sitting there, nursing their wounds and readying themselves for the task at hand. Du Bois was a mercenary who enlisted in the United States Army and had risen up the ranks quite well and became part of Special Forces. He eventually decided to use his talents as a mercenary for some very unsavory things.

His name had spread far and wide throughout the world. He was an expert marksman and weapons expert with prodigious combat skill. Du Bois adopted the name Bloodsport and gained quite the reputation. His new reputation has even managed to attract the secret attention of Lex Luthor, who hired him to assassinate Superman. It had taken considerable planning and effort but it was well worth it. Using his vast array of weapons made from nanotechnology, as well as a trusty kryptonite bullet, he had succeeded in wounding Superman mortally; or so he thought.

A Kryptonite Bullet was no longer enough to truly trouble and endangers Superman, and despite writhing on the floor and pain, he had managed to remove one of Du Bois arms. Du Bois used quick thinking and escaped, filled with rage. He would one day get his revenge on the Man of Steel. This event had given him quite a bit of notoriety and many wanted to hire him for his services. Thus, he was back in National City on a new mission.

Morgan Edge had hired him to ruin the unveiling of the new Supergirl Statue at the Waterfront, and he could not be happier. He had decided to steal a high-pressure regulator and aluminum rods to hid his intentions. He was pursued by the NCPD and Supergirl. This incident had also led to him hating Superman's cousin. If not for his training and considerable technology and durability, he would have ended up in the hospital with his plans derailed.

The second thing he needed to do was break into his former military base and steal a cloaking device from a Daxamite War Ship currently in the possession of his former Commanding Officer. Though he encountered Supergirl again, he was once again successful. He equipped a submarine with the cloaking device and used the regulator to make sure the submarine could withstand the cloaking device. Using the cover of the sea, he would bomb the waterfront and ruin that unveiling. And for extra insurance, he equipped the submarine's missiles with Kryptonite.

He smiled to himself. He and his men would get handsomely paid, and he would get to ruin someone's day. The cherry on top would be putting Supergirl's cousin six feet under. Nothing could go wrong, he surmised. He had assembled a team of like-minded individuals with incredible skills.

However, life rarely goes the way you wish, and Du Bois would learn this lesson well.

The steel doors to the underground entrance were torn of their hinges through brute strength, as the doors were launched at Du Bois. He and his men had dodged and gotten out of harm's way, as slow and ominous footsteps had made their way into the light.

It was Slade Wilson himself, clad in his Orange and Black Armor, albeit with many upgrades. He was wearing his trademark mask, as he chuckled slightly.

"Well, Du Bois, it seems you have not lost your touch."

"Slade Wilson, the Terminator? I thought you were dead."

"Hmph, the Underworld would not have me."

Dubois was not impressed.

"What the fuck do you want, Wilson?"

Slade raised his hands. "Relax, Robert. I am here as a Messenger who brings glad tidings this holiday season. I heard about your new adventure, courtesy of Morgan Edge. You want to bomb the waterfront, and you have pulled out all the stops. Its impressive, but not enough. You see, your employer was concerned and decided to add me to the festivities. This is why I am here. You will work for me to ensure the job gets done."

"I have never judged you, Robert. We are mercenaries. We do terrible things for money at times. I am here to make sure the job gets done right."

Du Bois simply laughed out loud along with the rest of his men.

"You are a chump now Slade. Last I heard, you caused the death of your son and your pretty wife took that eye of yours. And then, you got beat by the Titans. You manipulated one of their friends, and you still could not win. And then you got your ass kicked by Wonder Woman. Tell me something, how did it feel getting dragged all across her island?"

Slade kept a poker face as he ignored the dig about his wife and son, even though he was seething internally.

"I am going to take your head, Wilson. You and your wife were hot shit once upon a time, now, you are chump change. I am going to pay Edge a visit too. He needs to be reminded of the order of things. Hey, go bring me his head."

Slade sighed. "Well, Act 1 starts now."

One of Du Bois soldiers rushed forward brandishing a fancy weapon intending to turn Wilson into paste. Slade sighed. If only these fuckers knew why Slade was the best at what he did. Before the punk could get a shot off, Slade used his new abilities and broke in the suit's new upgrades. With lightning speed, and ferocious intent, he unleashed his attack.

Slade violently kicked the weapon out of the punk's hands and unleashed a nasty volley of brutal punches and kicks targeting his foe's anatomy. He then snapped his arm and violently slammed a piece of bone into his head, before snapping his neck with a smile, and then separated his head from his shoulders with the Godkiller in a single stroke.

Slade roared as he lifted the punk's head and threw it at Du Bois, who's jaw dropped along with the jaws of his men as he could not comprehend what he just saw. He was shaken out of his stupor when Slade clapped.

"So, do you guys wish for me to continue my audition? Or do we conclude this show at Act 1 with all of you knowing your new roles now?"

Du Bois was enraged. "You are dead, Wilson! DEAD!"

Du Bois and his men picked up their weapons and fired with murderous intent, intent on turning Slade Wilson to ashes. However, the Terminator was no chump at all. Before they truly could hurt him with their photon cannons and bullets, he used the new speed and flight capabilities of his suit and killed most of the soldiers there as he turned them into ribbons.

Using the Godkiller, he unleashed many cuts as he turned them into varying sizes of sushi and sashimi. Du Bois was on his knees as to his horror, he saw Deathstroke covered in the blood and innards of his men as he basked in the glow of the moonlight; he looked like and eldritch horror that people warned others about.

"So, Robert, did you enjoy the show?"

Du Bois gulped as he chose his next words carefully. His body could not help but shake. "You know, these men are the best of the best. I flew them here first class, paid them a lot of money. They got to eat and drink whatever they wanted. And you just turned most of them into confetti. I fucked up, Slade. I will do whatever you ask."

Slade chuckled as he put his blade away. "It seems I have nailed my audition. I had a good workout, Du Bois. I won't kill you. Know that every breath you take now along with your men is a gift of mercy from me. You have two days. We attack the Waterfront in two days; get to work."

"Oh, and don't ever mention my son and wife again, for your own health."

Slade left the warehouse, as Du Bois' body finally stopped shaking.

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"Tsk, tsk. Look at all this blood, Slade. Do you know how hard I had to work to clean the suit? Well, I hope you enjoyed breaking in all these upgrades."

Slade was sitting on a chair near a table, drinking some scotch that Wintergreen had offered him.

"As much as I enjoy our talks, Wintergreen, why the House Call? You certainly did not miss my irresistible charm."

Wintergreen gave his old friend a solemn look.

"Slade, I came here to deter you from this crusade of yours. No matter what you do, Jericho will never come back. And Adeline hates your guts. If she did not feel any love for you Slade, she would have taken your head."

"There is no point for you to go after Naruto. It won't change anything. He is not responsible for Jericho's death, no matter how much you wish it were so. He is not responsible for your pain Slade."

Slade got up as he stared out the window, a pained look in his eyes.

"Wintergreen, my old friend, I know what kind of monster I am. I kill for a living. I killed many who were deserving of it, and I killed many who were not. My lies, my sins, they caught up to me in this life. My son paid for them instead of me. I have no wife and no children now. I am alone.

Slade then put his fist through the table and shattered it with his hands. There was a look of cold, unadulterated rage on his face, as he took a deep breath and exhaled.

"However, I am not going to stop until I kill Uzumaki Naruto. Its personal now, old friend. I loved that man like he was my own little brother. And he betrayed me to the Titans, and it cost me my child. No matter what, he will suffer the same pain I suffered. His choice to betray me left me with nothing. I too will find what he loves and destroy it with my bare hands.

"Get some sleep, Wintergreen. I go to the Waterfront in two days."

As Slade turned in for the night, Wintergreen wiped away the solitary tear that fell from his good eye.

"And so falls, the House of Wilson."

Chapter End

Well everyone that is the chapter. Please read and review generously. I hope you all enjoy it.

The Deathstroke in this story is at Comic Book Levels with some fancy weapons and tricks. He will prove to be a formidable opponent for the heroes. The Waterfront is going to see a nasty fight between Supergirl and Naruto vs Deathstroke.

The next chapter is going to be another chapter with Slade, but will also have a little bit of Kara in it as well. Slade will have a training session similar to Bruce Wayne in Batman Vs Superman as he is preparing himself for the monumental task ahead. Little does Slade know that Uzumaki Naruto is a force that he cannot comprehend.

I will see you all in the next update. Stay safe and much well wishes to you and all your families. Cherish them well. Enjoy what is left of 2021 and happy holidays to all.