Hello everyone! Well, this is a little longer than usual, but only by 300 words, give or take. Anyway, enjoy!
BTW, I do not own the Teen Titans. I'd be filthy rich if I was. And I don't see myself in a mansion or with custom made clothes or with the sleek Volvo. So, yeah. I don't own the Titans. Do I have to go through this in every chapter? I mean, it's obvious that I don't own the Titans! It's called a fan fiction for a reason, for crying out loud!
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Summary: Slade goes to a high security facility. He meets the newbie and Mr. Steward. The man behind the desk, the commander, calls him Wolfe.
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"Wolfe, take a seat."
He raised an eyebrow, a mocking smile apparent on his face. He stared at the man for a while, trying to read him, and he did. He had a favor to ask. And by the way he's been acting, he was not going to like it. Not one bit.
"I prefer to stand, as you well know, Commander." He crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow to urge him to speak.
"Well, how have you been? I haven't seen you since you gave me that report on your last mission."
"Enough with the pleasantaries, Commander. Get on with it." He added with an after thought. "If you don't mind."
"...There's.. a mission..." He ddin't like where this was going. "You're not going to like it. Even if you do, you're going to act as if you don't."
He frowned. What could that be? His mouth itched to ask, but he held it in as best as he could.
"There's a group of terrorists, thieves, more like, that's been taking hostages for ransom, blackmailing to blow up monuments or tourist sites for some money. They haven't been much of a threat, but they are growing rapidly. The government's been disregarding them, but it's getting out of hand."
He frowned even more, not understanding. There was nothing different about it so far. He glared at his superior.
"They have a reliable source with the information that they're going to hit the National Bank next. They are going to take everyone as hostage for a considerable sum.
"The government is tired of vigilantes running around, the people saying that the government is less effective than a one-maned-vigilante. They want to show them that they are as good. No. That they are even better. They want to take them down even before the so called heros have time to come.
"Simply put, they want to show off their fire power, efficiency, and their men."
He concluded, interwining his fingers and resting his chin on them. The Wolfe frowned.
"So, they want to show the people that they are powerful enough to protect them on their own. In order to prove that, they're willing to allow terrorism. I get that. But I don't think they have any use of us, unless... unless"
He cocked his head, his scowl growing deeper. He muttered 'unless' once more under his breath. He straightened up and sighed.
"Unless they want this to be perfect. So they make use of the department where they have gathered their very best." He shook his head in disbelief "They want one of us to go on a rescue mission? Do they even know what we specialize in? Do they even know-" He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Of course they do. They're the ones who created this department in the first place." He sighed again. "So you're sending me, the best of your men, to a hostage-rescue mission? First the undercover mission to arrest criminals, now this? Who do they think I am? A knight in shining armor, someone who's waiting for his turn to 'save the day'?"
"Yes. They want make sure that the world's impressed. That's why I'm forced to send you." He sighed as he spoke. "But, look on the bright side, Wolfe. At least you'd be able to meet your beloved Robin. It's happening in Jimp City." He added when he frowned at the mention of Robin.
He sighed. Robin would try to get to him again. He should have never said yes to the undercover mission. Now, Robin thought that he was the bad guy. Sure, he wasn't far from that, but that was different. He would try to bring him down no matter what. And he had thought that they had gotten quite close after their short alliance against Trigon and the Brotherhood of Evil.
He grimaced.
"Would that be all, Commander?" He asked, putting his cap on again.
"Yes. That'd be all." Wolfe turned to leave. "Wolfe?" He turned back, lifting an eyebrow that was hidden beneath the cap.
"Be... careful."
He laughed. "You're telling me to be careful?"
They both heard the unspoken words. 'You're telling me to be careful? A killing machine? Someone who has been bred and raised for the sole purpose of cold-blooded murder?'
"No, I'm telling one of my men to be carefull." He sighed and waved his hand, rubbing his temple. "Just... go. The FBI will contact you."
Wolfe lifted the tip of his lips as a good bye, and left, not even bothering to do the same for Mr. Steward and the wide-eyed newbie.
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Red and blue lights flashed and sirens deafened anyone who was near enough, including Wolfe, who was sitting in one of those tiresome things. Police cars sped, making way. Large black vans with sirens followed close by. When the people of Jump City recovered from the commotion and started to go by their daily routines, sirens could be heard again as a flock of ambulances drove by them.
Wolfe sat grumpily with his arms crossed in his seat. He hated noise. He liked the quiet. He didn't even like talking. The sirens were enough to give him a headache, even without the excited chatters of the young FBI agent sitting next to him. And the blue and red lights made his eyes sore.
He sighed for the hundredth time today. Why did they need to announce their arrival? It would be hard enough without the enemy knowing that you're there. He rubbed his temples above his cap that was hiding his features.
He groaned in relief as the vehicle halted to a stop. He was the first one to jumped out of it. The bank, the beautiful Roman building, stood with its majesty broken down. She was once at the end of admiration, but now of terror. The cars were all scattered throughout the huge parking lot. People slowly swarmed around it, seeing their appearance. Slowly, the media arrived as well.
He went over to the center of the parking lot. They had had simulations, plans for every scenario. Of course, he hadn't always been present in those, but he got the big picture. And that was all he needed.
Soon, the whole team, which was as big as an army, stood disciplined just the way they had been told. They had 3 teams. Team alpha would be charging in blindly through the doors of the bank, trying their best to bring down the terrorists. Team beta would stay in the parking lot with him, waiting to give back-up when any of the teams needed it, and to control the situation from afar. Team gamma would scout the area for any kind of threat lurking outside. And the local police would handle civilians and the press from getting too close.
He looked at the horizon. The sun was already tilting. It was 7pm, but it was also summer. Sweltering, sticky, and annoying summer. At least it had an upside. The day was longer than any time of the year. He sighed. At the very least, he escaped from the deadly fate of doing this in the dark.
"Our goal is to disarm the band of terrorists that has sprung up recently and save the hostages. I am advising captives, not bodies. We need to know who's behind this. Focus on saving lives, not taking them." He groaned inwardly at this. He didn't believe a word he just forced out of his mouth. It was for the press. It was only for show. And he hated every part of it.
"But! That doesn't mean I'm sending any of you on a suicide mission. If you feel that your life's being threatened in any way, DO NOT hesitate to shoot. I repeat. DO NOT hesitate to kill."
They were making him sound like a commanding officer who never lets down his men and throws his life to save them in one of those cheesy comrade movies, which, of course, like all movies, he had not watched. He just knew that because that's what the Commander had said when he had brought the script back to their headquarter.
"We are going to barge in that door. We are not to negotiate with criminals. Unless we don't have any other way of saving the hostages. As I told you before, the lives of the hostages are all that matters."
He sighed inwardly again. Anyone who had a brain would see through his act. But it seemed that everyone lacked one these days. He blamed the television.
He had been given a script. And of course, it was made by an agent, and he was no Shakespeare. They had told him that they needed to show the world that they would do anything to ensure the safety of civilians. They didn't like killing as much as the vigilantees, but they were willing to when absolutely neccessarry. The agent just wrote all of it down, making Wolfe curse him.
He yelled some instructions and the gamma team marched out of the parking lot. They were consisted of about twenty men. They would take out any snipers and secure the perimeter.
All he had to do now, was wait. And deal with the press. Ugh! And deal with the Titans if ever they would come. No, when they came.
"Excuse me! Excuse me! Please! Could you tell us what's going on here?" A reporter shouted over all the commotion, sticking a microphone at him.
He sighed inwardly. It was going to be a long night.
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Yeah. I get what you mean. This is not my favorite chapter either. But this one and the following few chapters are kind of crucial. Well, maybe not exactly crucial, but important enough. It introduces Wolfe and his characteristics, since he is different from Slade, as you probably have figured out. And he needed to be introduced to the Titans, not as Slade, but as Wolfe. Meaning, you'll get to see them in the next chapter! Yay!
Well, I guess I'll see you next time!
P.S. I don't know why the doc. manager won't accept my files! I don't know who's to blane. Is it Thinkfree Office, Kingsoft Office, or ? Am I the only one having these kind of problems? Because if so, the doc. manager either hates me or my smartphone. Does anyone know what to do?