Assassin-Nation: Anger
Deadpool and Elektra were truly the pair, fleeing from a group of heavily armed soldiers, both in pain that the other couldn't imagine, and neither telling the other anything was wrong, although Deadpool's "problem" was quite obvious.
Deadpool leaned up against a tree for a moment, and lifted his bloody stump of a left arm in front of him. "I can't believe I freakin' did that," Wade exclaimed vehemently to himself. He closed his eyes and began to concentrate solely on the wound.
Elektra was watching in every direction, just waiting for the group of men to surround them, "Why are we just standing here? We need to go, now." She knew quite well why the man had stopped, and she was actually glad for the break in their running, for she was hurting quite a bit herself.
They had taken off immediately after Deadpool had caught the grenade and lost his arm to the elbow, that had been nearly fifteen minutes ago, and they hadn't stopped running until just now.
Wade pushed of the tree, and moved his arm around a little bit. The bleeding was all stopped, and the meaty flesh was covered in a thick scab. "I'm going back for the blueprints. I don't expect you to come along, Lady, so." With that, Wade simply turned and walked through the thick brush and back toward the Hydra complex.
Elektra blinked, and she blinked for a long moment. "This guy has some kind of death wish," she commented to herself, before turning and walking off in the other direction. She was moving at fair pace, and they were quickly growing further and further away in distance. "Who the hell does he think he is? "I don't expect you to come along."? Oh no, if he thinks I'm quitting," The raven haired crimson assassin glanced around a moment. She was indeed heading the wrong way, and she was too proud to let a man that just lost an arm beat her to something she told she would get before she would. The simple thought of the man getting the blueprints boiled her blood.
Deadpool was quickly moving through the forest, making good headway toward the Hydra facility. The snap of a twig alerted him something ahead of him, and he ducked behind a tree. Like magic, his gun appeared in his right hand as he peered out around the tree trunk.
The goons were just ahead, and moving towards him. He counted at least forty, before he fired off his first shot. That single shot was quickly followed by the rest of his clip.
Seven of the men fell before they had a chance to figure out what was going on. The rest of the men began firing in the direction Wade was hiding. One of the men, made a motion to a few of the other, and four men began to skirt out through the jungle and move in on his flank.
Reloaded, Deadpool leaned out and fired out the full clip once again, this time only taking out five more men. The fire fight went on, automatic weapons blazing a trail through the brush, and pistol fire thudding hard into chest flesh.
A sound to his right alerted him to the movements of the men that had slipped away unnoticed, but a little too late.
Elektra had been watching the four men the entire time they were moving on Deadpool. Like a spider in overgrown grass she strikes out with deadly accuracy. Her sword flashes and it cuts through a machine gun and cleaves into the flesh of man. Her single sai whizzes through the air and catches one man sidelong through both temples, on upon entrance, the other upon pointed tip's exit.
In a matter of seconds, four men were down, and Elektra was plucking her sai from the head it had skewered. The death dealer in deep red grinned lightly at her male counter, and began to move again, this time, using the soldiers own tactics against them.
Deadpool grinned lightly, creases forming at the corners of his mouth, with the action. "Now to finish this, and ." Deadpool stopped midsentance, he felt around on his belt, and then his chest straps. His face went slack when he realized he was out of ammunition. "Bag, it's all in the bag, damn it!"
Elektra was moving silently up behind one of the goons and a quick thrust of her sword had him kissing the ground in a pool of his own blood. Just as fast as the man hit the ground, three more turned and began to fire on her, but she was already gone into the brush.
Deadpool was moving from tree to tree, dodging and weaving through bullets as h made his way closer to the armed goons that were left. He heard a muffled cry that meant Elektra had struck again.
The mercenary drew one of his swords, and dashed around the tree, slicing one man across the chest and dropping him like a fly. Things moved incredibly fast and before long, Deadpool and Elektra were standing alone, together.
"I'm out of ammo. I need to get back to my bag, it's hanging in a tree just to the north of the complex, let's go." He began to move once again, heading quickly through the jungle.
He got no complaints from the woman at his side, and she moved quickly along behind him, "That was for the grenade," she said simply and matter-of-factly.
The move through the jungle was fairly easy. It seemed as if Hydra, and whoever was in charge, only sent the one group after them. So in a matter of half an hour, they was standing on a hill to the north of the complex, and looking down at the carnage they'd caused.
Deadpool quickly found the bag he'd left hanging, and began to reload his belt, guns and various pouches on his chest straps. After a moment, he was ready, for what looked like a war. "Ready? This is going to be our last shot at this. We get in, get the prints, and get out. Or we get in, and never make it back out."
Elektra nodded slowly, her face stone set and serious.
The pair of them took off at a dead run down the hill, Deadpool taking point and shooting anyone that got in the way. In a matter of seconds they were back within the high fenced complex, and ducked behind a truck. There was gunfire going off constantly around them, Deadpool glanced out around the side of the truck.
"We want that building," he said plainly as he motioned to the heavily guarded, smaller building directly across the yard from them. He fired off a few shots, emptying his clip and holstering the gun at his side.
Elektra nodded, and before he realized it, she had plucked a pair of napalm grenades from his belt hooks, not hat she actually knew they were napalm, just that they were grenades. She pulled both pins and tossed both grenades toward the heavily guarded Laboratory.
The grenades exploded in a rain of super hot fire, and half of the guard detail caught fire and started running around like mad, doing their best to get the fire out. The other guards, quickly moved away from the flames, and yelled for fire extinguishers.
Deadpool took that as his cue, and took off at a dead run toward the building, followed quickly behind by the femme fatale. Guns fired at them, but the aim was thrown off the by the brightness of the fire, and the thick black smoke.
The pair of hired assassins burst through the roaring flames, and broke open the locked door, pushing their way inside.
Deadpool and Elektra were truly the pair, fleeing from a group of heavily armed soldiers, both in pain that the other couldn't imagine, and neither telling the other anything was wrong, although Deadpool's "problem" was quite obvious.
Deadpool leaned up against a tree for a moment, and lifted his bloody stump of a left arm in front of him. "I can't believe I freakin' did that," Wade exclaimed vehemently to himself. He closed his eyes and began to concentrate solely on the wound.
Elektra was watching in every direction, just waiting for the group of men to surround them, "Why are we just standing here? We need to go, now." She knew quite well why the man had stopped, and she was actually glad for the break in their running, for she was hurting quite a bit herself.
They had taken off immediately after Deadpool had caught the grenade and lost his arm to the elbow, that had been nearly fifteen minutes ago, and they hadn't stopped running until just now.
Wade pushed of the tree, and moved his arm around a little bit. The bleeding was all stopped, and the meaty flesh was covered in a thick scab. "I'm going back for the blueprints. I don't expect you to come along, Lady, so." With that, Wade simply turned and walked through the thick brush and back toward the Hydra complex.
Elektra blinked, and she blinked for a long moment. "This guy has some kind of death wish," she commented to herself, before turning and walking off in the other direction. She was moving at fair pace, and they were quickly growing further and further away in distance. "Who the hell does he think he is? "I don't expect you to come along."? Oh no, if he thinks I'm quitting," The raven haired crimson assassin glanced around a moment. She was indeed heading the wrong way, and she was too proud to let a man that just lost an arm beat her to something she told she would get before she would. The simple thought of the man getting the blueprints boiled her blood.
Deadpool was quickly moving through the forest, making good headway toward the Hydra facility. The snap of a twig alerted him something ahead of him, and he ducked behind a tree. Like magic, his gun appeared in his right hand as he peered out around the tree trunk.
The goons were just ahead, and moving towards him. He counted at least forty, before he fired off his first shot. That single shot was quickly followed by the rest of his clip.
Seven of the men fell before they had a chance to figure out what was going on. The rest of the men began firing in the direction Wade was hiding. One of the men, made a motion to a few of the other, and four men began to skirt out through the jungle and move in on his flank.
Reloaded, Deadpool leaned out and fired out the full clip once again, this time only taking out five more men. The fire fight went on, automatic weapons blazing a trail through the brush, and pistol fire thudding hard into chest flesh.
A sound to his right alerted him to the movements of the men that had slipped away unnoticed, but a little too late.
Elektra had been watching the four men the entire time they were moving on Deadpool. Like a spider in overgrown grass she strikes out with deadly accuracy. Her sword flashes and it cuts through a machine gun and cleaves into the flesh of man. Her single sai whizzes through the air and catches one man sidelong through both temples, on upon entrance, the other upon pointed tip's exit.
In a matter of seconds, four men were down, and Elektra was plucking her sai from the head it had skewered. The death dealer in deep red grinned lightly at her male counter, and began to move again, this time, using the soldiers own tactics against them.
Deadpool grinned lightly, creases forming at the corners of his mouth, with the action. "Now to finish this, and ." Deadpool stopped midsentance, he felt around on his belt, and then his chest straps. His face went slack when he realized he was out of ammunition. "Bag, it's all in the bag, damn it!"
Elektra was moving silently up behind one of the goons and a quick thrust of her sword had him kissing the ground in a pool of his own blood. Just as fast as the man hit the ground, three more turned and began to fire on her, but she was already gone into the brush.
Deadpool was moving from tree to tree, dodging and weaving through bullets as h made his way closer to the armed goons that were left. He heard a muffled cry that meant Elektra had struck again.
The mercenary drew one of his swords, and dashed around the tree, slicing one man across the chest and dropping him like a fly. Things moved incredibly fast and before long, Deadpool and Elektra were standing alone, together.
"I'm out of ammo. I need to get back to my bag, it's hanging in a tree just to the north of the complex, let's go." He began to move once again, heading quickly through the jungle.
He got no complaints from the woman at his side, and she moved quickly along behind him, "That was for the grenade," she said simply and matter-of-factly.
The move through the jungle was fairly easy. It seemed as if Hydra, and whoever was in charge, only sent the one group after them. So in a matter of half an hour, they was standing on a hill to the north of the complex, and looking down at the carnage they'd caused.
Deadpool quickly found the bag he'd left hanging, and began to reload his belt, guns and various pouches on his chest straps. After a moment, he was ready, for what looked like a war. "Ready? This is going to be our last shot at this. We get in, get the prints, and get out. Or we get in, and never make it back out."
Elektra nodded slowly, her face stone set and serious.
The pair of them took off at a dead run down the hill, Deadpool taking point and shooting anyone that got in the way. In a matter of seconds they were back within the high fenced complex, and ducked behind a truck. There was gunfire going off constantly around them, Deadpool glanced out around the side of the truck.
"We want that building," he said plainly as he motioned to the heavily guarded, smaller building directly across the yard from them. He fired off a few shots, emptying his clip and holstering the gun at his side.
Elektra nodded, and before he realized it, she had plucked a pair of napalm grenades from his belt hooks, not hat she actually knew they were napalm, just that they were grenades. She pulled both pins and tossed both grenades toward the heavily guarded Laboratory.
The grenades exploded in a rain of super hot fire, and half of the guard detail caught fire and started running around like mad, doing their best to get the fire out. The other guards, quickly moved away from the flames, and yelled for fire extinguishers.
Deadpool took that as his cue, and took off at a dead run toward the building, followed quickly behind by the femme fatale. Guns fired at them, but the aim was thrown off the by the brightness of the fire, and the thick black smoke.
The pair of hired assassins burst through the roaring flames, and broke open the locked door, pushing their way inside.