Sorry for being late.
I really don't see a point in this, but I don't own Teen Titians. I only own Wolfe and Agent Thompson and the people who are being shot and are screaming in the background.
And I also don't own the cover. I googled it and modified it.
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Summary: The Titans meet Conrad Wolfe, the man under the mask of Slade. Only Robin is aware of this and he's furious that his teammates won't believe him. Meanwhile, Conrad is called down to a mysterious underground facility and gets a mission. Robin ponders whether or not he should leave the Titans, and decide to tell them that he would be leaving. Conrad reaches the National Bank and is frustrated at all the racket. The Titans soon arrive, and Robin is furious to see Conrad, but controls his anger for the sake of innocent lives. They step into his tent and get a call from the leader of the terrorists. Wolfe gives him fifteen minutes to surrender.
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He sat down on a chair on the corner of the tent, putting his fingertips together and propping his elbows on his knees. He smiled and stared into the thin air.
With Wolfe like that, the rest didn't know what they should do and all shifted uncomfortably. All except for Robin.
"What are you doing?! He threatened us! We all know that he's planning on hurting, no, killing the hostages if we don't give him what he wants! I'm not saying that we should negotiate with criminals. But we should at least try to go in and save them." At this, his smile grew into a grin.
"Patience, Robin. How many times have I told you that? Sometimes you need to have a little patience. It is a virtue, after all."
"Patience?! If you're so confident about yourself, why don't you go in there now? Why put all these people in danger?"
"I want surrender rather than defeat. If I go, they'll be defeated. There's a big difference between the two, Robin." He explained, which only angered him further.
"What's the difference?! People are going to get hurt! And that's only when they're lucky enough to survive!" He breathed in as if to say more but stopped himself. "What am I doing? Trying to talk sense into you? Titans, we're going to save the hostages. Let's go."
"You can't. Not only will you ruin everything, but I have orders to keep you away. I've done more than I'm allowed to already by involving you."
"Stop us, then."
"Slade Wilson was weak. He lost most of the battles you had with him. But let me tell you this." He slowly stood up from his seat, looming over them. "Conrad Wolfe? He's nothing like your favorite villain. So I suggest you stay put. And I'll tell you the reason for my actions."
The Titans looked at each other. "Perhaps... It wouldn't hurt to hear him out."
"Thank you, Ms. Raven." He walked over to them. "You see, when someone surrenders, it means that in some sense, he is willing to comply to whatever his captor asks of him. But when you are defeated, it's most likely that he's not going to comply to anything."
It could be true... In some sense, he supposed. But truthfully, he was just angry at the Commander for putting him in this mess. And he knew how much the man hated it when things went wrong and he had a pile of paper works demanding an explanation stacked up on his desk. Like the man would say, an eye for an eye.
"But why would we need them to do that?" Beast Boy asked, frowning and tilting his head a bit.
"So that we can find about the whereabouts of the rest of them, including their leader, and prevent another set of terrorism to occur. It's not merely about stopping crimes. It's about preventing them." He looked around the room and his gaze fell on Robin. "Now, do you understand, Robin?" The boy in question only frowned and adverted his eyes.
Wolfe ran his fingertips on the papers scattered through his desk. He had finally met Robin face to face, as Wolfe, without the boy trying to rip his head off.
He wanted to say something, anything, but in truth, he was scared. He was scared that whatever came out of his mouth would make the boy hate him more than he already did.
"Well, I sup-"
He was cut off by the sound of gun shots and screams. Seven heads turned sharply at the sound. They all rushed out to see bullets raging from the sky, aimed at everyone, the FBI, and civilians alike. Bodies were falling down on the ground like leaves in autumn. Raged by this, the Titans, especially Robin, tried his best to find the source of the bullets, but failed.
"Mr. Thompson!" He waited as the young agent ran through a shower of bullets from the other side.
"Yes, sir!"
"I need you to contact the gamma team. They were supposed to make sure this," He gestured toward the whole parking lot. "never happened."
"Right away, sir!" He was running into the tent the seven had been only moments ago when the voice of his idol stopped him.
"Wait! Never mind them! Saving everyone is the priority. Give me one of those rifles, Mr. Thompson!"
"Yes, sir!" And he ran off to fetch one.
Mr. Thompson was searching desperately for a rifle his idol had requested. It should have been easy enough, as this was a camp for the SWAT team, temporary or not, but all the bullets flying around was making his task rather hard.
Meanwhile, Wolfe got his hand gun from his holster that had been attached to his thigh. He braced himself and tried to find the source of the bullets. It wasn't easy, mind you. There was more than one sniper and bullets showered from everywhere.
He was so engrossed in this that that he almost failed to notice a ray of bullets heading in the Titans' way.
"Take cover!" He screamed as he ran to their side. To Robin's side.
It was too late to do anything. Dodging softballs may be a piece of cake, but dodging bullets was an entirely different story. It has something to do with the fact that it's impossible. And the bullets were right on them.
He didn't think. He didn't have time to. He just stepped in the bullets' path. He raised his gun with both hands clutching the object tightly as a futile means to put something in between the bullets and his vulnerable flesh. He just hoped Robin wasn't stupid enough to try to protect him by letting himself get hurt.
His eyes widened as a black barrier stopped the bullets in miid air. He let out a breath he hadn't known that he had held. He slowly lowered his gun as relief rolled over him. He looked around to see Raven lowering her arms along with the barrier. He flinched and turned away as her questioning gaze turned on him.
Beastboy yelped as more bullets embedded themselves into the concrete ground right next to them.
"Take cover!" He repeated, pulling the Titans behind a car that had been turned on its side. They pushed back into the cold metal as more bullets came their way.
Wolfe peeked around the tires only to have more bullets raging his way. He quickly turned back and sat down as well. Adrenaline was coursing through his veins. He was used to these situations. There was no reason for him to be excited or scared about this. It was the thought that Robin and his friends were in danger that had pumped the hormones into his veins.
He turned toward the Titans and crouched in front of them, only to crouch lower to duck another shower of bullets.
"Stay here." He ordered, looking at every one of them in the eyes, lingering a little more with Robin's, fully aware that they couldn't see his.
"You can't order us around! We-"
"I am fully aware that you can take care of yourselves. And you would probably be able to take care of this situation, Mr. Beastboy. I've fought all of you myself, remember?
"But that does not change the fact that I was ordered to keep you out of this at all costs. I've gone against a lot of orders by letting you in my tent, if not all." A smirk found its way to his face. "You wouldn't want to get me fired, would you?"
He didn't wait for them to answer. Heck, he didn't even wait for them to think. He ran out from the protection of the car, his gun ready in is hands.
"Did you just see that? He treated us like kids! We can't stay here! We need to show him who's boss!" Beastboy sounded outraged.
"Um... I really don't think that's the point here, BB." Cyborg reminded him awkwardly.
"He asked us to stay here." Raven has always been sensitive about others' feelings. She could feel the fear creeping in on him as he told them to stay. And she knew exactly what kind of fear that was.
"Yes. And he would be... fired."
"It's a small price to pay for all the lives we could save, Star." Robin told her softly.
"Yeah. And if we get the civilians to safety while he gets rid of the threat, we wouldn't be in charge of the situation. We'd only be helping hands. And if they fire him just because of that, we're gonna have to have a little word with them." Cyborg slammed his fist into his other palm.
Raven sighed inwardly. She wanted to scream at the lot of them that that was not the point either. But she could only follow as her leader shouted the words, 'Titans, go!'.
Seeing that they had decided not to listen to him, Wolfe cursed under his breath. He had somewhat expected it though. But that did not change the fact that Commander would have his head, if the President and a few others didn't get to it before that.
He shook his head and concentrated hard. He squinted against the dying sunlight. His eyes narrowed even more as he spotted a small flash of light from the eye piece of the sniper gun. He smiled faintly and aimed at where the sniper's head would be. He took in a breath and held it there. He gripped his gun a little more tightly.
He was too absorbed in this that he nearly failed to notice a bullet speeding his way. Realizing this, he turned abruptly and tried to dodge it. But as mentioned earlier, dodging a bullet is very hard. He would have been able to dodge it, probably ignoring the law of physics along the way, if his mind hadn't been so clouded with worry.
The bullet embedded itself deep into his left shoulder, making him purse his lips. He turned sharply and shot right back at where the bullet had come from on pure instinct.
He took cover behind a van. He breathed slowly as he took in his surroundings. This wound was nothing. But others, especially Mr. Thompson, would make a fuss about it. He looked around for something to hide his wound with. A jacket would be preferable.
His gaze stopped on a body that lay on the ground, lifeless. His frame was similar to that of his own. And, more importantly, he had a black leather jacket. Better yet, he wouldn't be needing it anymore. And he could always return it after everything was over.
Wolfe quickly stripped the man of his jacket and put it on. It fit perfectly as if it was custom made for him. It even had blood splattered all over it. Nobody would think twice about the blood as soon as he told them that it wasn't his. And it would be true... partly.
Satisfied with the jacket, he jumped back into action. He fired at a few men who had appeared with machine guns and were firing madly at civilians. When there weren't any more threats coming from the ground, he looked up at the towering buildings.
Shooting down snipers was hard enough with a rifle. But a hand gun? He grimaced as he braced himself and fired.
He was sure that he had hit his mark. There was no mistake about that. He was Conrad Wolfe. And Conrad Wolfe never missed a target.
He was deeply wishing for something better to shoot with when Thompson returned with two rifles. He grinned as he was handed one and pulled the weapon up to his shoulders. He lowered his eye on the eye piece, pushing his cap up, and fired away.
He spun around in his spot and sometimes ran over to avoid bullets and shot down the snipers successively. There were eight of them. When he was sure all were down, he lowered his rifle and looked around.
The thundering sound of bullets has been replaced by an eerie silence.
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I'm not so good with action scenes. But still, I hope you enjoyed it.
I'm not an expert with guns. So if there was something wrong or strange, please tell me,
I'll update every week until the first or second day of February because I won't be able to update for the whole month after that. I championed in an English competition and they're sending me to New Zealand for about twenty days. I leave the country on February fifth.
After that, things will probably go back to normal, the story will be updated every other weekend.
So, see you next week!