Assassin-Nation: Change
Five hundred and twenty kilometers north by northwest of Cuiaba Brazil, the man Deadpool scans over the large complex with a pair of special binoculars. The complex is a set of three buildings, a small one, barracks, to the eastern edge of the nearly twenty acre complex. Near the south side of the high fence, is a second small building, one that the red and black mercenary could guess was used as a laboratory. In the centre of the complex stood a tall building made completely of concrete. This was the main building, and the most heavily guarded of them all.
"This is not going to be easy," mumbled the hit man to himself as the binoculars scanned over the front wall of the main building. "I was half expecting some piddle shit guerrilla camp. Not something on this scale, not these guys." Deadpool stuffed the binoculars into his duffle bag, and began to creep down the hill. He ducked from one tree to another, keeping well away from the guard trails.
He had been standing, sting, lying, and just plain observing for nearly eight hours before he finally moved on the complex. He'd been checking security points, watching for guard shifts, and making note of which trails guards left and returned on. He felt that he was as comfortable as he would ever get with this place, and that was when he finally made his move.
The other side of the complex.
Elektra was standing just behind a large cargo truck, on the outside of the fence. She was once more clad in crimson, even in the middle of the jungle. At her sides she still carried the twin steel sais, but this time, she also carried a katana on her back. Slowly, silently, she pulled the long, thin blade from its place, and turned to face the fence.
Not five minutes ago she had tested the fence for electricity, and found it just a simple fence. She could have easily scaled the obstruction, but at the top of the ten foot fence was another five feet of razor-wire, intertwined with barb-wire.
Two lightening fast slashes, and a small triangular section of the fence toppled inward. She quickly ducked under and stepped through the fence, pressing her back against the unoccupied truck. She peeked around the truck, a mere split second look that gave her the basics of where the five guards were, and how they were moving about. She was in. Now all that was left was to find the blueprints, hope that ill-mannered lout Deadpool didn't get in her way, and get out again.
Near the Front Gate.
Deadpool was following behind one of the guards as he returned to the base. A sharp whistle from the mercenary alerted the guard to his presence, and as the guard turned to see what was going on, the masked man hit him hard with an elbow to the temple, dropping him like a stone.
Deadpool quickly knelt next to the fallen guard and removed any form of weaponry he had on his person, and scanned the man with his image inducer, then pulled a bit of superglue from on of his many pouches. He smeared the glue on the man's lips, and then held them together until the glue dried. After replacing the glue, he pulled a second image inducer from his pouch. This inducer was pre-scanned with his own costumed image, so when he clasped it on the man's wrist, and pressed the small green button, he was looking at his exact double.
He then stood up and hung the duffle bag from a low hanging tree branch, and pressed the small green button on his own inducer, and there stood the fallen guard, who was now the unconscious Deadpool. Lifting the man's gun from the trail, he fired off a few quick shots, and slammed the butt of the gun against a tree several times while grunting.
'His' replacement came running up the trail, "What is it, what's happening Rico?" The replacement looked from 'Rico' to the unconscious, and strangely dressed man on the ground.
"This mental ward escapee tried to jump me on my way back." Deadpool replied, in the guise of the fallen man. He got a strange look from the other man, most likely about the sound of his voice, to which he put his hand to his throat and began rubbing it lightly, "Son of a bitch punched me in the throat, too. I sound awful."
The man meant to replace the man on the ground laughed, "Well my friend, that's what you get for always being such a hard ass. Want me to help you take him inside to the commander?"
Deadpool's only answer was a simple shake of his head as he leaned over and scooped the man up to sling him over his shoulder, with a grunt. "I can handle this guy; you just make sure he doesn't have any friends." With that, the mercenary carried his counterpart into the complex, and both those hired were inside.
Further inside.
The silent assassin in deep red was efficiently making her way toward the entrance of the main complex building. Behind her, in several out of the way locations lay three freshly deceased soldiers. One had a single puncture wound to his chest, the second, a female, shared the same fate as the first, and the last man had a clean slash across the neck.
Elektra glanced out from behind the stack of boxes, easily peering out from between the topmost and the wall. What she saw brought a half a smile to her lips. A guard was carrying in the prone form of Deadpool. "I see he didn't live up to the hype," she thought silently, as she crept out around the boxes. There was man standing there, watching the area in front of him as the cloaked Deadpool carried the guard into the complex.
A single sai flashes out in a straight thrust, severing the man's spinal column and puncturing through his throat. Before the man could fall, Elektra was dragging him back around the stacked boxes, and propping him to set against the wall. Her way now clear, she slips out and around the boxes once again, only to duck into the large door on the southern wall of the main building.
Inside the concrete fortress, the walls were constructed of solid steel, and the floor was covered in an almost white shade of grey. She saw as the guard carrying the unconscious Deadpool met with another guard and they both turned down a second hallway, walking with loud footsteps, which resounded off the steel walls. She was moving in silence down the hall, a quick pace as she nearly ran down the many doored corridor.
More footfalls were heard, and she ducked into an open door. She turned and glanced around, only to hear a soft hiss and a slam as the shut behind her. She hit the door solidly once, but found the extra effort fruitless. She began to search out a way to get out, and spotted a vent on the far back wall.
Moving over she quickly pried the cover from the vent, a move she soon began to regret, as the room began to fill with a thick green gas that nearly instantly began to turn her stomach. She doubled over, and lost the small lunch that she'd eaten before heading out of her hotel.
The next thing she knew, all was a swirl around her, and then blackness. Her plans had changed, she was no longer an unknown intruder, she was. for lack of a better word, a prisoner in hostile territory.
Five hundred and twenty kilometers north by northwest of Cuiaba Brazil, the man Deadpool scans over the large complex with a pair of special binoculars. The complex is a set of three buildings, a small one, barracks, to the eastern edge of the nearly twenty acre complex. Near the south side of the high fence, is a second small building, one that the red and black mercenary could guess was used as a laboratory. In the centre of the complex stood a tall building made completely of concrete. This was the main building, and the most heavily guarded of them all.
"This is not going to be easy," mumbled the hit man to himself as the binoculars scanned over the front wall of the main building. "I was half expecting some piddle shit guerrilla camp. Not something on this scale, not these guys." Deadpool stuffed the binoculars into his duffle bag, and began to creep down the hill. He ducked from one tree to another, keeping well away from the guard trails.
He had been standing, sting, lying, and just plain observing for nearly eight hours before he finally moved on the complex. He'd been checking security points, watching for guard shifts, and making note of which trails guards left and returned on. He felt that he was as comfortable as he would ever get with this place, and that was when he finally made his move.
The other side of the complex.
Elektra was standing just behind a large cargo truck, on the outside of the fence. She was once more clad in crimson, even in the middle of the jungle. At her sides she still carried the twin steel sais, but this time, she also carried a katana on her back. Slowly, silently, she pulled the long, thin blade from its place, and turned to face the fence.
Not five minutes ago she had tested the fence for electricity, and found it just a simple fence. She could have easily scaled the obstruction, but at the top of the ten foot fence was another five feet of razor-wire, intertwined with barb-wire.
Two lightening fast slashes, and a small triangular section of the fence toppled inward. She quickly ducked under and stepped through the fence, pressing her back against the unoccupied truck. She peeked around the truck, a mere split second look that gave her the basics of where the five guards were, and how they were moving about. She was in. Now all that was left was to find the blueprints, hope that ill-mannered lout Deadpool didn't get in her way, and get out again.
Near the Front Gate.
Deadpool was following behind one of the guards as he returned to the base. A sharp whistle from the mercenary alerted the guard to his presence, and as the guard turned to see what was going on, the masked man hit him hard with an elbow to the temple, dropping him like a stone.
Deadpool quickly knelt next to the fallen guard and removed any form of weaponry he had on his person, and scanned the man with his image inducer, then pulled a bit of superglue from on of his many pouches. He smeared the glue on the man's lips, and then held them together until the glue dried. After replacing the glue, he pulled a second image inducer from his pouch. This inducer was pre-scanned with his own costumed image, so when he clasped it on the man's wrist, and pressed the small green button, he was looking at his exact double.
He then stood up and hung the duffle bag from a low hanging tree branch, and pressed the small green button on his own inducer, and there stood the fallen guard, who was now the unconscious Deadpool. Lifting the man's gun from the trail, he fired off a few quick shots, and slammed the butt of the gun against a tree several times while grunting.
'His' replacement came running up the trail, "What is it, what's happening Rico?" The replacement looked from 'Rico' to the unconscious, and strangely dressed man on the ground.
"This mental ward escapee tried to jump me on my way back." Deadpool replied, in the guise of the fallen man. He got a strange look from the other man, most likely about the sound of his voice, to which he put his hand to his throat and began rubbing it lightly, "Son of a bitch punched me in the throat, too. I sound awful."
The man meant to replace the man on the ground laughed, "Well my friend, that's what you get for always being such a hard ass. Want me to help you take him inside to the commander?"
Deadpool's only answer was a simple shake of his head as he leaned over and scooped the man up to sling him over his shoulder, with a grunt. "I can handle this guy; you just make sure he doesn't have any friends." With that, the mercenary carried his counterpart into the complex, and both those hired were inside.
Further inside.
The silent assassin in deep red was efficiently making her way toward the entrance of the main complex building. Behind her, in several out of the way locations lay three freshly deceased soldiers. One had a single puncture wound to his chest, the second, a female, shared the same fate as the first, and the last man had a clean slash across the neck.
Elektra glanced out from behind the stack of boxes, easily peering out from between the topmost and the wall. What she saw brought a half a smile to her lips. A guard was carrying in the prone form of Deadpool. "I see he didn't live up to the hype," she thought silently, as she crept out around the boxes. There was man standing there, watching the area in front of him as the cloaked Deadpool carried the guard into the complex.
A single sai flashes out in a straight thrust, severing the man's spinal column and puncturing through his throat. Before the man could fall, Elektra was dragging him back around the stacked boxes, and propping him to set against the wall. Her way now clear, she slips out and around the boxes once again, only to duck into the large door on the southern wall of the main building.
Inside the concrete fortress, the walls were constructed of solid steel, and the floor was covered in an almost white shade of grey. She saw as the guard carrying the unconscious Deadpool met with another guard and they both turned down a second hallway, walking with loud footsteps, which resounded off the steel walls. She was moving in silence down the hall, a quick pace as she nearly ran down the many doored corridor.
More footfalls were heard, and she ducked into an open door. She turned and glanced around, only to hear a soft hiss and a slam as the shut behind her. She hit the door solidly once, but found the extra effort fruitless. She began to search out a way to get out, and spotted a vent on the far back wall.
Moving over she quickly pried the cover from the vent, a move she soon began to regret, as the room began to fill with a thick green gas that nearly instantly began to turn her stomach. She doubled over, and lost the small lunch that she'd eaten before heading out of her hotel.
The next thing she knew, all was a swirl around her, and then blackness. Her plans had changed, she was no longer an unknown intruder, she was. for lack of a better word, a prisoner in hostile territory.