Slade tossed the empty chocolate bottle onto the dirty street and ran into the alleys of the city, far from the revealing lights of the gas station. He held onto the SMG and suddenly saw a helicopter flying through the sky. He noticed it was completely black and had two men on each side with machine guns attached. He raised an eyebrow as he placed his bloody cowl back on, zooming in to see the familiar armor of Luthor's thugs.
"I've got you, bitches." Slade said quietly as he grabbed a small chunk of brick and tossed it into the helicopter with all his might.
It bounced against the side and the left gunman started searching for the disturbance, switching on a giant spotlight and shining it on Slade. He darted inside the alley as the gunman fired, bullets blowing the brick and concrete walls apart, debris flying everywhere. Slade grunted as he barrel-rolled over a Dumpster, hiding behind it as rounds pierced through the thin metal. He remembered he had no ammo and shook his head, trying to think of a solution. After hearing the firing stop, he peeked over the edge of the Dumpster. A spark exploded in front of his face and he flinched back, recognizing the sound of the gunshot perfectly. It was his high-powered sniper rifle. The idiot firing it must've taken it. That was the lowest form of respect in the world of assassins; using their own weapon to kill them.
"We've got you, Wilson! It's over!" the gunman laughed, hooking his cable to the edge of the helicopter and rappelling down with six other men.
Slade saw them from the bottom of the Dumpster and cursed to himself. He looked into the alleyway and switched to night-vision by selecting it with his pupils. He saw a ladder that led to the roof above. It was thirteen meters away and twenty meters up. He would have to move fast and swiftly. He took one large, deep breath and grabbed another piece of destroyed brick, hopping up and flinging it at a soldier's head, making him grunt with pain as it cracked his helmet. He ran with all his strength and jumped off the opposite wall, landing on the ladder from four feet up. Bullets chased him and he deflected two, splitting the empty SMG in half. He grunted as he climbed his way up and felt three bullets hit his right leg, blood shooting from the wounds. He didn't even feel the pain in the intense moment and jumped onto the roof, rolling it an AC unit. He stood by the edge and waited as the men climbed the ladder.
"I've got him!" the helicopter pilot yelled, soaring the copter towards Slade and letting the gunman on the right fire away.
Sparks and electricity flew from the AC unit and Slade hid behind the roof entrance, bullets and their casings covering the roof. Three men hopped on the roof and motioned toward him. He waited for the first victim and grabbed his shotgun, pulling him towards him. Slade grabbed his neck and twisted it backwards with all his might, his neck and spine breaking with a sickening crack. Slade saw that the shotgun had seven rounds in it and he hopped on the roof of the entrance, firing two bursts, the shrapnel, slicing through a solider's first layer of armor and making him scream in pain.
"Bring it!" Slade yelled, firing a burst at the cockpit of the helicopter, the glass shattering and the pilot nearly losing control.
He dodged gunfire and jumped off the roof, hearing bullets whiz by his body as he landed on a man, crushing two ribs with his steel-toed boots and nearly breaking his helmet. He ducked as a man swung his M60 in his direction, taking the butt of the gun and running straight, making the man trip and fall off the roof, falling to his death as his limp body collided with the Dumpster. Slade took two more bullets to the right shoulder and felt a bullet pierced the suit, making him groan in annoyance. He punched a soldier in the face, breaking his visor and using him as a human shield. The men didn't hesitate and fired at him, killing the man as blood shot onto the roof in short, violent burst.
"Shit. I wasn't expecting that." Slade said quietly to himself.
The men continued to fire and one ran at him, Slade tossing the dead body on top of him and nearly blowing his head off with a shotgun round. He took five bullets to the back that threw him to the ground. He quickly got up and grabbed a solider's leg, breaking his kneecap and slamming his head into the pavement. Bullets came close to Slade and he rolled out of the way, nearly jumping from the roof before a cable quickly wrapped around his waist, pulling him back with a painful jerk. He slammed into the roof, the pebbles below him creating a trail as the helicopter hovered low and the left gunman fired another cable, wrapping around Slade's neck. He cussed with anger and struggled to move against the heavy cable, screaming in frustration as the leader of the group held up Slade's rifle and punched him twice in the face.
"Hm. You put up a good fight." the leader said with a smirk, looking at the bloody mess all over the roof.
"I'm sure the Superman'll be here soon and take all you bastards out." Slade said.
"Superman is in Russia. Terrorists set a wildfire and he's stopping it. He won't be back for awhile." the leader said, patting the cowl on his head.
"We've got you all to ourselves." he continued, knocking Slade out with the butt of the rifle.
When he awoke, he felt blood dripping inside his cowl and the familiar loss of gravity. He flicked his eye open and saw that the helicopter was carrying him to a location. He coughed as the tight cable loosened around his throat as the copter took a swift dip downward.
Why couldn't this have been simple? Kill Luthor and leave. If only he wasn't so goddamn smart!
Through his anger and pain, he was still thankful to be able to move again and grabbed the cable attached to his throat, pulling himself up with all his might. He grunted in exhaustion, using all his strength to pull himself up. He was halfway up when he noticed that there were at least six men in the holding section. He slowly pulled himself up, gritting his teeth as he held onto the side of the copter, letting his arms rest for a moment. He hoisted himself up slowly and saw a giant knife inside a holster on the soldiers right hip. He slowly took it out but hit a ridge on the holster, making the soldier panic and pull his pistol out.
"Have a good ride, asshole!" Slade yelled, grabbing his right foot and throwing him out of the copter, grabbing the knife before he fell, his screams heard until he hit the city streets four hundred feet down.
The men all noticed Slade and moved towards him, a man firing his pistol, cutting through the cable connected to his waist. The force of the bullet made Slade let go of the helicopter and fall fifteen feet. As he fell, he knew he had to cut the cable around his neck or he would die like criminals sent to the gallows. He positioned the knife and sliced through it at the last second, grabbing the cut cable and holding on tight as he swung around the bottom of the copter and made it shake. As he approached the opposite side of the holding section, he held the knife tight and aimed it straight for a solider's visor, stabbing through it and going into his left eye, killing him instantly. Slade grabbed the side of the copter and struggled to climb aboard as the copter shook from the difference in weight. He nearly slipped off from his glove that was slick with blood and he hoisted his leg into the holding section, securing his position.
"Kill him! Fuck what Luthor said!" one of the men said, trying to stomp on Slades's leg, narrowly missing it.
Slade saw the dead man's pistol and he grabbed it, firing six times and hitting all of the men, killing them within two seconds. Their dead bodies varied as they scooted around the holding section, two of the men falling out. Slade climbed inside and threw open the cockpit door, pressing the gun into his temple.
"Don't lie to me or your head will be gone." Slade said calmly.
"Oh... oh... okay!" the pilot stammered.
"Where's the man with my rifle?" Slade asked with a gravelly tone.
"What?" the pilot asked.
Slade pressed the mouth of the pistol harder into the pilot's temple and he finally cracked.
"Ah! Bill's at 8th and Smith! They were going to kill you there for the world to see!" he revealed.
"Take me there!" Slade yelled, gathering all the weapons from the dead men.
He loaded up with six pistols and extra ammo, a silenced MI6, seven high-powered military grenades, and a shotgun that carried forty rounds. He spotted an experimental grapnel-gun hanging on the shelf and raised an eyebrow as he inspected it. He held onto it for safe-keeping and cracked his neck as the helicopter flew to where the main bad guy was. He was going to kill "Bill" and anyone else in that building. It was time to end this.