With thanks to those that commented on part one of this story I now present the next installment. This is a supplement to my ongoing Senshi Muyo storyline. If you have not read Senshi Muyo, please do so (And Review!).

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Hild Takes Manhattan: A Senshi Muyo Supplement

Part Two: Favorite Son

It is said by some that happiness is making a living at something you truly enjoy. If that is the case then Wade Wilson; the mercenary called ''Deadpool'', was possibly one of the happiest men in the world. Well that and the fact that he was completely nuts. Today's job was a political assassination. The target was the reigning dictator in some small country somewhere in Africa or South America or Southeast Asia or maybe it was in Indiana. Deadpool wasn't quite sure and nor did he really care. What he did care about was that he was being well paid and that there would be plenty of violence and mayhem.

The Presidential Security Force was first alerted that something was amiss when the bodyguard on their leader's right was hit by an armor piercing round right through the bridge of his nose. Frantically aides and guards scrambled to get the dictator to safety. Attempting to retreat back inside the embassy, the Minister of Security went down shot in the knee. Four men went down in four successive shots while attempting to open the door leading off the embassy roof. It seemed that the only avenue of escape would be the helicopter on the pad and the pilot of which who was cowering behind an air conditioner. IF they could reach it. Presently; and again without warning, those on the roof now found themselves in the presence of a maniac. A maniac who now eschewed his guns for the swords on his back and laughed merrily as he cut them down. Soon only four men were still alive on the roof and unfortunately for three of them, Deadpool was the fourth.

"Don't go on my account.'' He smirked as he pointed a machine pistol at the dictator's navel.

''What is it you want? Whatever it is you've been paid I'll TRIPLE it!"

Deadpool stifled a yawn. "Always the same thing! "What do I want... How much not to kill you... Where did I get the cool outfit...'' He recited waving the gun around firing it in the general direction of the helicopter pilot without taking his eyes off the dictator. "But you DO make an interesting proposition... Triple pay to kill the men who hired me right?"

''Yes! Yes!" Deadpool tossed him a cellphone.

"Go ahead and call your bankers Mr President. I'll give you the account number for you to make the transfer... Fifteen million dollars U.S."

Fifteen million was not cheap but it was less expensive than dying. In a few short minutes it was done. Deadpool smiled as he confirmed the transfer.

''Pleasure doing business with you."

"How do I know you'll keep your end of the deal?"

"I've been paid. I don't care about your politics or theirs. Means nothing to me although I think you both should think more about global warming and protecting baby seals... But anyway... People pay me because I always finish the job. So like I say. You've got nothing to worry about! Now you and your pilot can get in your little helicopter and fly off and live happily ever after!"

The dictator nodded and brusquely motioned for the pilot to get up and start the chopper. Deadpool waved merrily as the whirlybird cleared the pad.

Then he pulled out a small remote and fingered a single switch which lit a little red light. "Funny thing... 'Happily ever after' doesn't last as long as it used to." He mused. "I always finish a job I've been paid for Mr. Dictator. No exceptions..." He pressed the single button on the remote and the helicopter exploded in a flash.

Hild clapped merrily sitting on an AC unit and kicking her legs back and forth. She hopped off grinning. "Very nicely done Wade!"

"Whoa! No one told me there would be hot babes on this trip!" He said admiring her busom.

She rolled her eyes but still smiled tolerantly. "You're like the wonderful psychotic son I never had!"

"Do I know you?" He asked.

"No... But I know very much about you. " She hands him a business card. "I work the receiving end of your business. But I also have a stake in a few other ventures. Mainly this entire universe. I need your help in protecting those interests." She hands him a one pound brick of gold. "I have 1,000 more of those waiting for you if you agree to enter my employment."

"Hmm... I like it! So who do I kill?"

"Anyone I tell you to.'' She grinned and walked over to the Minister of Security who was trying to crawl to the rooftop door, still bleeding from his shattered knee and whimpering in pain.

"Poor thing..." She touched his leg and at her touch the bleeding stopped.

He looked up at her in confusion and relief.

"You are welcome child. Of course we DO have you on the books for quite a few misdeeds." She wagged a finger at him.

"Who the hell are you?" He asked.

"Oh that's not important... But I want to ask you a question."

"What?"

"Have you ever had a song stuck in your head?" She touched his forehead with her index finger. He looked at her confused. Then his eyes widened.

Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring bananaphone
Ring ring ring ring ring...

He shook his head.

...Ding dong ding dong ding dong ding donanaphone...

The man clutched his ears . "Get it out of my head!" He screamed.

...It's no baloney
It ain't a phony
My cellular, Bananularphone
Don't need quarters, don't need dimes
To call a friend of mine...

Hild smiled and stepped away back over to Deadpool. His eyes widened like a child shown a magic trick.

"Neato! And I thought I was sadistic!"

"Why thank you Wade!" Do we have a deal?"

"Where do I sign?"

To Be Continued...