Searching For Answers

"It wasn't necessary for you to drop off these papers of commendation in person," Hawk told General Eddington in his office.

"It's the least I can do after your Misfits saved me from Magneto," Eddington smiled. "Even if they did make a mess out of the whole Spears deal."

"That wasn't exactly their fault," Hawk frowned. "But we are working on getting to the bottom of it. We've just gotten a lead."

"Oh really?" Eddington looked at him. "How interesting. Well I must be going," He got up and saluted. Hawk did the same. Eddington left the pit for his personal car. He got in the back. When he was a short distance away from the Pit he had his driver stop the car. By pushing a hidden button a small monitor appeared out of the seat.

"Now General let's see exactly what you've found," Eddington said to himself. He had managed to hide a small camera on previous visits in Hawk's office and now had an extra bug that he had just placed under Hawk's desk. He grinned in satisfaction. All those years of training and contact with the right spy agents had paid off more than once before. Now they were going to pay off again.

On screen he could see Hawk and his first sergeant Duke discussing some plans with a man he didn't recognize at first. "I must really commend you Sergeant for hiding that camera in the light fixture," He spoke to his driver.

"Hey a deal's a deal," His driver grinned. "I was tired of being just a plain Greenshirt and not being able to get to do the real stuff. At least with this driving job I can make some decent cash."

"Yes," Eddington nodded, making a mental note to dispose of the easily swayed soldier later. "Now let's see what Hawk has found."

Hawk was talking to the man. "Agent Sterling are you saying that Creed has been on your list of top illegal arms merchants for years?"

The blonde man with a beard nodded. "I'm afraid so. From what we've pieced together he started off small ten years ago but within the past five years his business skyrocketed."

"In other words Creed really made his fortune selling illegal arms and technology," Duke frowned.

"Unfortunately we haven't been able to prove it," Sterling told him. "But we do have a lead. We learned one of his flunkies is making a delivery tonight but we don't know who the buyer is."

"Is this where we come in?" Duke asked.

"There's a possibility that the buyers are Cobras," Sterling explained. "And since those snakes are mostly your territory we thought you might be interested."

"I am. Maybe we can get Creed to tell us what he knows about Spyke," Duke nodded. "We've got to get him Hawk. If a nut like him ever got into the office of the Presidency he'd have access to all sorts of weapons."

"And something tells me he's not just going to use them on mutants," Hawk nodded. "Even though they'd be his main target. All right we'll help you bring him down."

"This is not good…" Eddington picked up his cell phone. "We have a problem…" He spoke into it to the person on the other end.

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The next evening Duke found himself with Agent Sterling and his team following a van outside of Denver. They had followed it to the outside of a warehouse and were getting in position. "Who would Creed be selling weapons to all the way out here?" Duke wondered aloud.

"That's what we're here to find out," Sterling said. "What the…?"

Before they could react out of nowhere three vans appeared with heavy artillery around them. The warehouse opened up to a huge armor plated tank charging towards them. "It's an ambush!" Duke shouted.

"All units pull back!" Sterling ordered his unit. However most of them were quickly surrounded by the enemy.

"We've been tipped off…" Sterling began to say before he was shot in the chest.

Duke grabbed him and dragged him to the brush. "Sterling!" He shouted. But Sterling was dead. Duke grabbed Sterling's pistol as well and started firing. He managed to hold off the troops for a short time before he ran out of ammo and was overpowered by the soldiers.

"Hold on!" A voice boomed. "I want this one alive!"

"You…" Duke glared at the man who had given the order. "I should have known."

"Hello there Sgt. Hauser…" Trask grinned. "Let's you and I have a little talk shall we?"