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What You Need To Know: Deadpool has got stuck up in an elaborate scheme involving the newly trouble free Charles Leeds (he hopes) and the Mafia. He thinks he's on his way to complete a job for Chucky L but unknown to him the Mafia knows he's coming and he's played right into their trap!
Chapter 6Deadpool ever so slowly squeezed himself through the vent. To the best of his knowledge (because it was pitch black and airtight) he was halfway down and making good progress.
"Come on, there has to be an opening around here somewhere, it reminds me not only of Die Hard but creepily more like Alien" he whispered with a tinge of fear.
He reached around on the moist metallic side and felt a latch or handle or some description. Twisting it around, a large access outlet came loose and a blast of light entered the vent.
"There we go! Finally some action!" Deadpool said flinging the remnant onto the spotless white tiles below while liberating himself from the vent and swinging out into what seemed to be the bathroom without making a sound. He occupied one of the stalls to the left of the bathroom and sat down on the toilet relieving himself of the accompanying morning mileage. Suddenly the door was jarred open and mid way through his business Deadpool had to creep up on top of the bowl, gun barrel out of his holster and pointed squarely at the turquoise door.
"Hey...Andy, Andy…you in here buddy, I thought I heard you! The boys have started a game. You want in?" Deadpool was going to respond and give himself away but decided to keep his trap shut for once in his life and concentrate on not making any noise. He was a pro.
"Andy you here…oh well" the gangster sighed unzipping his fly and relieving himself into the urinal. After a relieved moan, Deadpool heard the door close. He couldn't go anymore. He holstered his weapon and stealthy made for the door.
The voice hoarsely blared over the intercom disrupting the already intensely under way poker game.
"Boys, game time is over, I have received word that Mr. Deadpool has followed Louis C. back here so I want all of you on full alert, safeguard the whole headquarters, when he gets in, we must catch him. Whoever catches him and brings him to me unharmed, gets a Christmas bonus pay packet. Alright?"
The intercom was switched off and the boys reluctantly threw down their cards, got out their weapons and occupied their positions at different sections of the headquarters. Louis Carvella was the last one up.
"Hey guys, be prepared alright. This guy knows what he's doing; he's not just some punk shmo off the street who wouldn't know how to kill a man if you did it for him" Louis clarified.
"Yeah, Lou…ok, we can handle it. Don't worry about alright, jeez," Stevie fumed.
Louis Carvella made his way to the back of the headquarters with an insecure look on his face from their bruising encounter earlier that morning. He stood next to the bolted backdoor and stood watch intently. He heard a sharp rattle and then before he knew his face met Deadpool's fist for the second time and he went down like a sack of potatoes.
"Shiny Mcbald! We meet again, good man. Oh and by the way thanks for the directions," Deadpool wisecracked while lifting his foot into Louis' ribcage and throwing him outside and graciously letting him have a bullet in the base of his spine.