Assassin-Nation: Help
There was a Pair of guards stand, waiting outside of a large double thick steel door, for admittance. Unconscious on the ground lay's the body of mercenary, a mercenary named Deadpool. This is not so, though. One of the guards is the real Deadpool, and Deadpool is one of the real guards.
"So he just dropped out of a tree and tried to take you down? Jesus, Rico, you're one lucky bastard," the second guard told the masquerading Deadpool just before the doors opened to admit them inside.
Scooping up the hit man, the guards walked quickly into the center control room, and deposited the man on the ground once more. "I caught him outside, I think he was," the guard didn't get to finish his tale.
"I know. This man, as well, I know. He is called Deadpool, and he is an assassin for hire. He must be after the blueprints." The high backed purple chair swung around to reveal a woman sitting there, hands a steeple in front of her calmly.
"You take him down and put him with his partner, the woman we recently captured, in the interrogation room," the woman pointed to Deadpool as she spoke, the real one, not the reasonable facsimile. "You, double the guard on the lab, and be quick about it."
Both men saluted the woman dressed in black, and quickly left the woman to be alone. Deadpool stopped the other man just outside by placing a hand on his shoulder lightly. "This might sound stupid. but where exactly is the interrogation room? I haven't had to go down there in forever."
The other man laughed and quickly gave him the directions, "You never were the smart one, Rico. All the way down that way," a nod down the hall, "Take the elevator down to the third basement, second door on your right. You better remember it from now on, you lummox."
Deadpool lifted his counter part, which began to mumble at that point, and smashed him hard across the face, knocking him out once more. "I hate it when they do that."
Three floors lower.
"Is it ready?" A pair of men stood there staring at the attractive young woman scantily clad in crimson. One man simply stood there, a pair of thick leather gloves covering his hands, pulling them tighter as he spoke.
The other held a small syringe in his hand, and nodded slowly in reply to the question as it was asked.
A nod was given, and the syringe was plunged into the silent assassin's neck. She was still unconscious from the gas, so she never felt a thing.
"How long will this take?" The larger of the two men asked.
The smaller man simply held up his hand, and pointed to the woman chained to the wall. "It is working."
Elektra jerked violently as the effects of the drug induced into her bloodstream quickly began to take effect. Her eyes shot open, and she immediately began to struggle against her bonds, if only for a moment.
When she realized that it was fruitless, her struggles ceased, but her glare was deadly as she stared in silence at the pair of men before her.
"Do not worry, Miss. We only mean you minimal harm, unless, of course, you do not cooperate." The small man walked over and stood beside her, and her eyes focused hard on him.
"Allow me to explain. I have injected you with a kind of double serum. On one hand, this will allow you to stay conscious, but on the other, it will enhance your pain receptors."
At this point the larger man stepped forward, "Which means, babe, that if you don't answer his questions, I beat you till you do."
The smaller man nodded slowly, "So, why have you come here?"
Elektra, ever the stubborn one, simply glared between the men. Her jaw clenched tight enough that you can see the muscles flexing.
The brute smiled, "Good. I like it when they don't cooperate." Without a second word, his fist shot out and struck the woman hard across the jaw.
Once again, the smaller man repeated his question, adding on, "I know it must hurt, ease your suffering, child."
Once again, Elektra simply glared at the little man, though this time blood dripped from her chin and lips.
The big man hit her again, this time with a double punch. The first the exact spot as the first time, and the second was a quick backhand across her opposite cheek. Getting a little over zealous, he reared back and gave her a solid punch to the stomach.
The last hit sent Elektra into a lurching fit of vomiting, even if there wasn't much besides acid left, due her previous gas encounter.
The short, scrawny man looked at the large man and waggled a finger lightly, "Now that wasn't necessary. I can not get answers if she's too busy vomiting up her stomach, now can I?"
Elektra lurched once more, forcing both men to take a step back as blood splattered across the floor. "Come on. you can do better than that." She managed a laugh, before her stomach emptied itself once more.
After the bout of vomiting had finally calmed down, the question was repeated, though more specifically. "Have you come for the blue prints?"
As the elevator doors open.
Deadpool hefted the man to his shoulder again and stepped out into the corridor, "Man, you need to go on a diet, if they ever get your lips unglued." He walked quickly down the hall.
It was a long hall, ad the door was nearly halfway down, but when he reached the door, he smiled lightly. The door, being of solid construction, was totally windowless. He pushed open the door, and his eyes would have gone wide at the sight, had not been deep undercover.
As he entered the door, he saw the large man laying hard into the uncooperative woman. Both men turned, giving him a full on view of the woman chained to the wall.
"What is it? Can you not see we are busy?" The little man glanced back and forth from the guard, and the mercenary. "Oh, I see another one to try my new serum on. Chain him over there. Frederick, come."
With that, the two men quickly hurried out of the room, but the large man stopped a moment, "Keep watch here. I do not trust her."
Deadpool quietly shut the door after the two men left, and quickly chained the man to the wall, removing the image inducer from the limp wrist. He moved quickly over to Elektra, and switched off his own inducer. "Man o man, lady. They sure worked you over, didn't they?"
Elektra's face was a meaty mess, with cuts over bruises over cuts and so on. She looked up at the man lightly. Her vision was blurred due to the swelling around her eyes, and she could barely make out the face of the man before her.
Deadpool quickly began to unchain her from the wall, and the door opened behind him. "Hey you, Stop right there!"
Without even looking, the mercenary drew one of the desert eagles and fired twice over his shoulder. One man caught a bullet in the neck, and the other caught one in the center of the chest.
The big man managed to hit the emergency button on the wall before he fell dead. This set off sirens, and red flashing lights, and Deadpool knew this wasn't going to be easy, not that anything ever was.
"Shit! You'd think if they were going to set this place up like every other place, they'd at least make the sirens less annoying," jokes Deadpool as he slung one of Elektra's arms over his shoulders. He moved out into the hall, and quickly down the hall to the elevator.
The elevator doors opened, and Deadpool fired off three quick shots, taking out the man that coming down to investigate the disturbance. Deadpool and the basically immobile Elektra shuffled into the elevator.
Fifteen guards stand outside of each floor, waiting for the intruder to exit the elevator. Then a voice comes booming over the loudspeakers, "They are the east side elevator, heading for the top floor. I want them stopped!"
The elevator rose to the top floor, and the doors opened. The guards stood a moment in silence, until they heard a thump coming from above them. Deadpool ad Elektra were in the elevator shaft. "Someone get up there and shoot them!"
One man moved, and stuck his head up through the door on the top of the elevator, only to see the pair gliding up the shaft like they were fresh out of some spy movie. Deadpool's hands were full. One hand was holding the grappling gun, and the other arm was holding onto Elektra.
Elektra, however, was not. She plucked a small canister from the belt he wore, pulled the pin, and dropped it down the shaft behind them.
Deadpool looked down at Elektra, and arched a brow, "I didn't know it was his birthday. I would have worn my other suit."
The reached the top, and heard a loud explosion. Fire began to shoot up the elevator shaft, and Deadpool shoved the female assassin out through the small opening to the roof.
"Come on, lady. We need to get the hell out of here, now," Deadpool said with some urgency. He glanced over the edge of the roof, and saw soldiers gathering outside, baring their exit.
Elektra just stared at him from she sat on the ground. She was only conscious because of the drugs she'd been pumped with. She was in agonizing pain, but wasn't about to let it show. "You can't fly? Here I was thinking you could do anything. You got the blueprints, and managed to save my ass."
Deadpool looked down at her for a moment and shook his head. "I didn't get the blueprints." It was simple factual statement, but it brought a flat stare from the wounded woman.
She began to speak, but just held her tongue instead. She now knew that he was, indeed, an idiot, and felt no need to reaffirm herself of that fact.
"You can't just bust in on a group like this, Elektra. This isn't some random Guerilla camp with big funds you know." He pointed to the floor beneath their feet. It was painted a deep purple shade, and was of some strange shape.
Elektra simply shrugged. She didn't get the meaning of the purple symbol. It was vaguely familiar, but not enough to have made a big imprint on her.
"This is a Hydra facility. You really have no idea how deep in we are, do you?" Deadpool shook his head. Not only was he stuck with a snobby, and wounded woman, but snobby, wounded, and clueless woman.
They were fairly trapped there. No one was coming up via the elevator, and Deadpool made sure that the stairs were safe, before tossing a few little explosives down. He still did not know how they were going to get out of here, but he was not about to become another one of their experiments.
So he sat, and he began to think. How were they going to get out? It was a long shot, but he had an idea. "This is going to be hard, but I think I got us a way out."
Elektra pushed to her feet, biting back the pain, "What do I do?"
Deadpool looked her over for a moment, and nodded slowly. They would have to help each other, if either of them, but hopefully both of them, were going to get out of this place. "Come on. We're going back down the shaft."
Elektra simply nodded, and followed. She wasn't going to argue, but later, she'd kick his ass for thinking he was good enough to order her around. She wrapped one arm around his neck, and they began to lower themselves down the elevator shaft once more.
Thing were about to get hairy, and each would have to watch out for the other, if they wanted out.
There was a Pair of guards stand, waiting outside of a large double thick steel door, for admittance. Unconscious on the ground lay's the body of mercenary, a mercenary named Deadpool. This is not so, though. One of the guards is the real Deadpool, and Deadpool is one of the real guards.
"So he just dropped out of a tree and tried to take you down? Jesus, Rico, you're one lucky bastard," the second guard told the masquerading Deadpool just before the doors opened to admit them inside.
Scooping up the hit man, the guards walked quickly into the center control room, and deposited the man on the ground once more. "I caught him outside, I think he was," the guard didn't get to finish his tale.
"I know. This man, as well, I know. He is called Deadpool, and he is an assassin for hire. He must be after the blueprints." The high backed purple chair swung around to reveal a woman sitting there, hands a steeple in front of her calmly.
"You take him down and put him with his partner, the woman we recently captured, in the interrogation room," the woman pointed to Deadpool as she spoke, the real one, not the reasonable facsimile. "You, double the guard on the lab, and be quick about it."
Both men saluted the woman dressed in black, and quickly left the woman to be alone. Deadpool stopped the other man just outside by placing a hand on his shoulder lightly. "This might sound stupid. but where exactly is the interrogation room? I haven't had to go down there in forever."
The other man laughed and quickly gave him the directions, "You never were the smart one, Rico. All the way down that way," a nod down the hall, "Take the elevator down to the third basement, second door on your right. You better remember it from now on, you lummox."
Deadpool lifted his counter part, which began to mumble at that point, and smashed him hard across the face, knocking him out once more. "I hate it when they do that."
Three floors lower.
"Is it ready?" A pair of men stood there staring at the attractive young woman scantily clad in crimson. One man simply stood there, a pair of thick leather gloves covering his hands, pulling them tighter as he spoke.
The other held a small syringe in his hand, and nodded slowly in reply to the question as it was asked.
A nod was given, and the syringe was plunged into the silent assassin's neck. She was still unconscious from the gas, so she never felt a thing.
"How long will this take?" The larger of the two men asked.
The smaller man simply held up his hand, and pointed to the woman chained to the wall. "It is working."
Elektra jerked violently as the effects of the drug induced into her bloodstream quickly began to take effect. Her eyes shot open, and she immediately began to struggle against her bonds, if only for a moment.
When she realized that it was fruitless, her struggles ceased, but her glare was deadly as she stared in silence at the pair of men before her.
"Do not worry, Miss. We only mean you minimal harm, unless, of course, you do not cooperate." The small man walked over and stood beside her, and her eyes focused hard on him.
"Allow me to explain. I have injected you with a kind of double serum. On one hand, this will allow you to stay conscious, but on the other, it will enhance your pain receptors."
At this point the larger man stepped forward, "Which means, babe, that if you don't answer his questions, I beat you till you do."
The smaller man nodded slowly, "So, why have you come here?"
Elektra, ever the stubborn one, simply glared between the men. Her jaw clenched tight enough that you can see the muscles flexing.
The brute smiled, "Good. I like it when they don't cooperate." Without a second word, his fist shot out and struck the woman hard across the jaw.
Once again, the smaller man repeated his question, adding on, "I know it must hurt, ease your suffering, child."
Once again, Elektra simply glared at the little man, though this time blood dripped from her chin and lips.
The big man hit her again, this time with a double punch. The first the exact spot as the first time, and the second was a quick backhand across her opposite cheek. Getting a little over zealous, he reared back and gave her a solid punch to the stomach.
The last hit sent Elektra into a lurching fit of vomiting, even if there wasn't much besides acid left, due her previous gas encounter.
The short, scrawny man looked at the large man and waggled a finger lightly, "Now that wasn't necessary. I can not get answers if she's too busy vomiting up her stomach, now can I?"
Elektra lurched once more, forcing both men to take a step back as blood splattered across the floor. "Come on. you can do better than that." She managed a laugh, before her stomach emptied itself once more.
After the bout of vomiting had finally calmed down, the question was repeated, though more specifically. "Have you come for the blue prints?"
As the elevator doors open.
Deadpool hefted the man to his shoulder again and stepped out into the corridor, "Man, you need to go on a diet, if they ever get your lips unglued." He walked quickly down the hall.
It was a long hall, ad the door was nearly halfway down, but when he reached the door, he smiled lightly. The door, being of solid construction, was totally windowless. He pushed open the door, and his eyes would have gone wide at the sight, had not been deep undercover.
As he entered the door, he saw the large man laying hard into the uncooperative woman. Both men turned, giving him a full on view of the woman chained to the wall.
"What is it? Can you not see we are busy?" The little man glanced back and forth from the guard, and the mercenary. "Oh, I see another one to try my new serum on. Chain him over there. Frederick, come."
With that, the two men quickly hurried out of the room, but the large man stopped a moment, "Keep watch here. I do not trust her."
Deadpool quietly shut the door after the two men left, and quickly chained the man to the wall, removing the image inducer from the limp wrist. He moved quickly over to Elektra, and switched off his own inducer. "Man o man, lady. They sure worked you over, didn't they?"
Elektra's face was a meaty mess, with cuts over bruises over cuts and so on. She looked up at the man lightly. Her vision was blurred due to the swelling around her eyes, and she could barely make out the face of the man before her.
Deadpool quickly began to unchain her from the wall, and the door opened behind him. "Hey you, Stop right there!"
Without even looking, the mercenary drew one of the desert eagles and fired twice over his shoulder. One man caught a bullet in the neck, and the other caught one in the center of the chest.
The big man managed to hit the emergency button on the wall before he fell dead. This set off sirens, and red flashing lights, and Deadpool knew this wasn't going to be easy, not that anything ever was.
"Shit! You'd think if they were going to set this place up like every other place, they'd at least make the sirens less annoying," jokes Deadpool as he slung one of Elektra's arms over his shoulders. He moved out into the hall, and quickly down the hall to the elevator.
The elevator doors opened, and Deadpool fired off three quick shots, taking out the man that coming down to investigate the disturbance. Deadpool and the basically immobile Elektra shuffled into the elevator.
Fifteen guards stand outside of each floor, waiting for the intruder to exit the elevator. Then a voice comes booming over the loudspeakers, "They are the east side elevator, heading for the top floor. I want them stopped!"
The elevator rose to the top floor, and the doors opened. The guards stood a moment in silence, until they heard a thump coming from above them. Deadpool ad Elektra were in the elevator shaft. "Someone get up there and shoot them!"
One man moved, and stuck his head up through the door on the top of the elevator, only to see the pair gliding up the shaft like they were fresh out of some spy movie. Deadpool's hands were full. One hand was holding the grappling gun, and the other arm was holding onto Elektra.
Elektra, however, was not. She plucked a small canister from the belt he wore, pulled the pin, and dropped it down the shaft behind them.
Deadpool looked down at Elektra, and arched a brow, "I didn't know it was his birthday. I would have worn my other suit."
The reached the top, and heard a loud explosion. Fire began to shoot up the elevator shaft, and Deadpool shoved the female assassin out through the small opening to the roof.
"Come on, lady. We need to get the hell out of here, now," Deadpool said with some urgency. He glanced over the edge of the roof, and saw soldiers gathering outside, baring their exit.
Elektra just stared at him from she sat on the ground. She was only conscious because of the drugs she'd been pumped with. She was in agonizing pain, but wasn't about to let it show. "You can't fly? Here I was thinking you could do anything. You got the blueprints, and managed to save my ass."
Deadpool looked down at her for a moment and shook his head. "I didn't get the blueprints." It was simple factual statement, but it brought a flat stare from the wounded woman.
She began to speak, but just held her tongue instead. She now knew that he was, indeed, an idiot, and felt no need to reaffirm herself of that fact.
"You can't just bust in on a group like this, Elektra. This isn't some random Guerilla camp with big funds you know." He pointed to the floor beneath their feet. It was painted a deep purple shade, and was of some strange shape.
Elektra simply shrugged. She didn't get the meaning of the purple symbol. It was vaguely familiar, but not enough to have made a big imprint on her.
"This is a Hydra facility. You really have no idea how deep in we are, do you?" Deadpool shook his head. Not only was he stuck with a snobby, and wounded woman, but snobby, wounded, and clueless woman.
They were fairly trapped there. No one was coming up via the elevator, and Deadpool made sure that the stairs were safe, before tossing a few little explosives down. He still did not know how they were going to get out of here, but he was not about to become another one of their experiments.
So he sat, and he began to think. How were they going to get out? It was a long shot, but he had an idea. "This is going to be hard, but I think I got us a way out."
Elektra pushed to her feet, biting back the pain, "What do I do?"
Deadpool looked her over for a moment, and nodded slowly. They would have to help each other, if either of them, but hopefully both of them, were going to get out of this place. "Come on. We're going back down the shaft."
Elektra simply nodded, and followed. She wasn't going to argue, but later, she'd kick his ass for thinking he was good enough to order her around. She wrapped one arm around his neck, and they began to lower themselves down the elevator shaft once more.
Thing were about to get hairy, and each would have to watch out for the other, if they wanted out.