-1A/N: Yo to all the Cairo faithful. Here's the latest installment of this particular tale. Where will it lead our hero? Who is the mastermind trying to destroy Ronnie-boy? Will he ask Shego to take it to the next level? All this and more in yet another Installment of RON STOPPABLE: ASSASSIN FOR HIRE?!!!
Oh btw, I'd like to give my Beta Key a shout out...YOU ROCK YOU EDITING MASTER YOU!!!! ROCK,ROCK ON!!!
I do not own Kim Possible, Disney does for I am weak and THEY are mighty... ALL GLORY TO THE MOUSE!!!
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The Hammond Farm
MMMMM... WTF mate? What are those oh so pleasant aromas assaulting my noscrils? Gid thought as he sat up sniffing the air, drooling a bit. Sliding out of the bed and into a pair of old jeans, he wiped away the quickly accumulating gush of drool with his old green bandana. Wow, I may be purty good in the kitchen, but Damned Emeril must be cookin' my morning grub today.... Hope it's as good as it smells... Pushing himself off the bed he grabbed an old flannel button up and slipped into, rolling the sleeves up to the elbows, satisfied with his handy work he picked a large manila envelope off of his desk and made his way to the stairs.
He took one last, loving sniff before entering his humble kitchen. Noting that Cheriee was the culprit, his eyes roamed to his kitchen table. Seeing the large smorgusbourge bowing the table, he scrambled to pick his jaw off the hardwood. "Well I'll be damned..." he trailed off trying to keep his drooling in check.
"Oh, you're up... Ronnie wanted to talk to you before breakfast; he's outside running through some katas. When ya head out tell him breakfast is served and to get his scrawny ass in here or I'll throw it in the compost heap," Cheriee said as she handed a still stunned Cairo a mug of fresh joe. Noticing that the red head was eyeing the laden table, Cheriee started to get a little aggravated.
"Go on Gid, or your ass'll be in the pan with the bacon." she snarled. Nodding dumbly Cairo peeled his eyes off the food long enough to make his way through the house. Pausing on the front porch he took a swig of the steaming coffee. Lady can make coffee, I'll give her that... Wonder where ol' Ronnie is... He ain't in the yard... Gid's noticed the steaming mug of coffee sitting on the top step, and began to visually search the small yard, not spotting his blonde haired friend. While he continued to scan the yard for any sign of the kid, a voice caught his attention.
"Morning Gid, just about finished out here." Following the voice, Gid at long last found where Ron was hiding.
Maybe hiding ain't such a good verb... For the second time in ten minutes he picked his jaw off the ground. The sight of Ron doing a one finger handstand on the weather vane would make even the most stoic individual freak just a wee bit. OK, for the second time, What the FUCK!!! How did he get up there...? Super ninja indeed... After retracting his jaw he took another sip of the glorious joe. ""Hey kid, Cheriee said you wanted to talk to me about something. Mind coming down?" Gid called out with a chuckle.
"Yeah, be there in a sec, boss man." Ron replied.
Bending at the elbow, the blond launched himself into the air. When gravity took over, he did a few mid air somersaults, before landing in a low crouch wearing a confident, yet goofy grin. Dusting himself off he stood and made his way to where Gid was standing. Grabbing his cup, he took a long swig of sweet, sweet coffee.
"One thing about her, she's handy in the kitchen, am I right?" Ron said with chuckle as he took another sip of the liquid nirvana. "Oh before I forget, you ok? I heard ya hit the hay around four this morning." Ron asked taking a swig of coffee from his own cup.
"You got that right bud, and yeah I'm fine, ain't no rest for the wicked..." He replied taking a sip of his own heaven. Just needs a lil UMPH...Gid thought as he stealthily removed his flask from a pocket and poured a little hair of the dawg into his brew from his flask. MMMM much better... He thought after taking a sip. Better get down to Business... "Now what did you need to speak to me about?"
"Well I need to kill myself." a far away voice replied.
Holding his hand up, Gid's demeanor changed to a near stone countenance. "Kid, I know you got a lot of problems, but that ain't the answer and I don't want to be on suicide watch for the rest of your natural life and I'm pretty sure Cheriee would resurrect you just to kick your ass from here to Hahira a few times."
"What? No I don't want to die, I want to kill Ron Stoppable so the heat'll die down and I can have some room to do what I need to do. You have a new ID for me right?" Ron stated slowly, stunned at Gid's response. Wow...Note to self, do NOT piss Cairo off... Seen that look a few too many times, and I definitely don't want it focused on me again.
"OH! Shit sorry kid, didn't mean to spook ya..." Gid said reaching into the envelope and pulling out two sets of ID's. Handing Ron his, he waited for his buddy to comment on his work.
"Wade Thomas Wilson, age twenty one, formally of Cumming, Colorado... Not bad, got a nice ring to it." Ron stated as he flipped through his new ID. Looking up from his new name, he gave Gid a goofball smile.
"Glad ya like it kid, took me some time, but its air tight." chuckled Cairo. "So… How do you want to die?" Cairo asked, his voice returning to the gravelly voice and his countenance once again hard.
"You still have connections with the merc union right?" Ron asked.
"Well, yeah I suppose... You want to get taken down by a merc or an assassin?" Asked a confused Cairo, who was sporting a cocked eye brow and no-nonsense smirk.
"No, I'm going to rob a bank then blow up my house with me inside." Ron said through a sip of his coffee. The gears that were turning in Cairo's mind finally clicked.
"I get it; you wanna go out with a bang and make it look like you died by your own hand hunh?" Cairo beamed before continuing, "But if you're going to be inside, won't you go pop like a weasel? You may be some sort of bad ass super ninja, but the laws of physics are a nasty bitch who will turn you into deep fried pulp Ron."
"Yeah, don't worry about me getting my ass kicked by Lady Physics Gid, I discovered something while I worked through a kata this morning. I preformed a aerial group punch and hit a rock; broke my hand but something odd yet wicked cool happened.... Watch this." With that, Ron produced a small throwing knife from his pocket. Tilting his head back, Ron opened his own throat, prompting blood to spray from the slashed throat. Staring in horrified disbelief at his friend, Gid watched with morbid curiosity as the ghastly wound healed itself a half second after it was inflicted as if it had never happened.
"One question Ron...." whispered the stunned Cairo. "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!?!?!?!" Gid shouted regaining the ability to make loud noises.
Holding his hands up Ron replied calmly, "It part of my new abilities; along with increased stamina, strength, reflexes and speed, I've also got a healing factor. Basically I'm indestructible. Isn't that BADICAL Gid?!" Ron's smile beating down Gid's shock.
Composing himself after his shock outburst, Gideon reverted back to mission mode. Cairo posed a question to the young ninja who was smiling like an idiot.
"OK kid, what do you need and when are we leaving?"
"I need you to bring along some....."
"YOU TWO IDIOTS GET THE FUCK IN HERE AND EAT THIS DAMN FOOD I SLAVED OVER A HOT STOVE TO MAKE, OR I SWEAR ON ALL THAT IS HOLY I WILL KEN-FUCKING-TUCKY DEEP FRY BOTH OF YOUR ASSES!!! NOW MOVE!!!" Cheriee's roar cut off the conversation as both men ran for the house like frightened children who had incurred their mother's wrath, plus they did not want anything to do with a certain Kentucky Colonel.
Meekly sitting down at the table, they flinched as a very irritated Cheriee slammed their plates down in front of them. Both men kept their eyes down, waiting for Cheriee to tell them to eat.
"Are you idiots going to eat or what?" she growled. Slowly both men piled their plates with the plentiful eats, after that first bite, they began to eat with gusto, still not looking at Cheriee out of fear.
"OK, first off, bon-diggity breakfast babe," Ron said making eye contact with the fuming villainess with an appreciative smile after stuffing himself silly with her gourmet five star breakfast.
"It was nothing. Had to help you get your energy up after last night," Cheriee said with a wink, her anger leaving her after the praise she had received.
Blushing, Ron managed to compose himself before continuing, "Second, I need to take care of a little business babe, and you need to stay here and I'm really sorry for this but it has to be done." The last bit he whispered into her ear, all the while he removed a small dart from his boot. At a speed that would have made a cobra blink, he jabbed her in the neck with the small dart.
Her mouth working with utter shock, unable to speak as the powerful sedative flowed through her veins, her eyes glazed over and she slid from her chair and into Ron's waiting arms. Picking her up, Ron carefully carried her and gently laid her unconscious form on Gid's couch. Taking a blanket from the back of the couch, Ron covered her gently and tucked her in. Smiling a sad little smile, he leaned forward and brushed the hair from her forehead, pressing his lips lightly to her forehead, giving her a gentle kiss. God I hate myself for that, but I don't need to get her hurt… He thought as he hit one knee to whisper into her ear, "I love you baby with everything I have… I'll be back when you wake up, please be gentle." Finishing his sentiments with a quick peck on her cheek, Ron stood, turning to face Cairo.
"Time to go Gid..." Ron rasped out as he headed for the beat up Tacoma parked in the drive.
"Well....Uh....Shit, No witty response," Gideon groused as he picked up a backpack and headed to the truck.
Middleton, Colorado. Stoppable Residence, Seven days later…
Showtime....Ron thought as he continued to fire his Glock 18 out the living room window, showering the police cruisers parked outside with a hail of full automatic lead hell. "You can't make me go back!!" Ron screamed sobbed out the window. Hope I can time this right...Ron pondered quickly as he looked over the mound of plastic explosives sat in the center of the room. Giving the five-oh one final barrage, he set about pulling on the active camouflage body suit.
Thank God Gid is so good with tech, hope the timings good and this suit actually works. Ron pulled a combat knife from his boot; this is gonna fucking hurt... was Ron's last thought as he sliced off his right middle finger. "FUCK!" he half shouted as he watched the blood squirt and his friendly 'Fuck-you" finger hit the ground. Screwing up his eyes in both pain and concentration, he felt new bone and flesh grow from the stump. After a few seconds of agonizing pain, he looked down at his blood soaked hand. Score one for the Ron-man Ron thought as he did a little dance around the room. He little victory dance was abruptly cut short as he sensed a SWAT team moving toward his door. Pulling on the other glove of the camo suit he picked up the Glock and fired what was left of his last clip through the front door causing Middleton's finest to scatter like leaves in an autumn breeze.
Smirking Ron activated the camo and moved through the house, making his way to the backdoor of the house, a small tear dropping formed under the mask. Good bye mom, good bye dad. I'll never forget you and I will kill the son of a bitch that did this to us. Farewell for now... Ron pressed the detonator as he approached the boarded over back door. He felt the heat to his back, but strangely did not really hear the explosion that deafened the rest of the neighborhood. As the shock wave hit him, he felt himself be picked up and tossed through the boarded up window, landing in a somersault in the back yard, rolling into the bushes by the back fence.
To anyone else watching it would appear that Ron had committed his final murder; killing himself by suicide via bomb. Effectively destroying what his parents had stood for and built. Psychologists for years to come would analyze the international serial slasher: Ron Stoppable's final hurrah. To Ron, or Wade as he would be known from now on, it was a final goodbye to his parents and the start of his new life. A life that would be a violent one that not only end in justice and vindication, but may also end in a hail of lead.
For a moment Ron watched his home burning, though now it was more or less a collection of a few crispy two by fours. Snapping back to the matter at hand, he moved from his hiding place in the azalea bushes, down the street to a small secluded thicket near the old preschool where he first met Kim. Smiling bitterly at the memories flooding back into the forefront of his mind, he took a calming breath and changed into some street clothes which consisted of a metallica tee shirt, an old pair of jeans, a beat up pair of cowboy boots, and a faded baseball cap.
Satisfied with his new duds, he stuffed the active camo suit back into the backpack. Reaching into the front pouch of the back pack he pulled out his new ID and wallet, along with a small frame Smith and Wesson hammerless .38 revolver, which was quickly slid into the back of his waistband. Feeling that he was dressed to the nines, he closed his eyes and concentrated a bit. After seconds of focusing on his skin and hair color, he finally opened his eyes and looked down at his hands. His skin was now tan and freckle free. Smiling he ran a newly tanned hand through his hair which was now a bit longer reaching almost to his shoulders.
Spotting a puddle, he moved over to it and stared for a moment, liking what he saw. His face remained mostly the same. His eyes were still brown with ice blue flecks, but his skin was leathery and tanned. His hair was now a dirty brown color. With a smile, he used a hair tie to pull his hair into a small pony tail. With a flourish, Ron whipped a pair of Smith shades from his pocket, Damn I look good…he thought as he put the shades on and began to made his way to the rendezvous point out near the highway.
Possible Residence
Though her mother had put up a good fight, Kim was cleared by the GJ psych team and medical team and back in business.
"Thanks again Mister Martin." Kim said with a smile to the aviator wearing pilot.
"Well ya did stop the..." Kim didn't catch the last part as she saw the police cruisers and fire trucks surrounding the old Stoppable house. "No big…" Kim muttered as she started to walk towards her ex-best friend's former home. Shrugging, Martin took off leaving the two teen heroes to their business.
As Kim approached the scene, bile rose in her throat. What was once her second home was now gone; in its place was a smoldering mound of smoking wreckage. While pondering the possibilities, she didn't notice the man approaching her from behind.
"Kimberly, I need to tell you something." a voice from behind her broke her morbid revelry. She turned to face Officer Jack Hobble, the coincidental small-town cop. Placing a large hand on her shoulder, he began to speak softly to the young heroine, "Ronald was inside when the bomb went off, and before he blew the house up he injured several officers. He suffered a violent end..." His breath catching in his throat he finished with, "I'm sorry Kimberly, I really am."
Ron...is…DEAD?! Kim thought as she stared mutely at the peace officer. "Where's the...body?" Kim said as her eyes began to fill with tears and her breathing became ragged. The peace officer grimaced at the teen's reaction and pointed a finger to the coroner who was pushing a gurney from what was once the front of the family home. Nodding slowly, Kim made her way to the gurney, reaching it before it was stowed away in the black van.
"Can I see him...?" Kim said timidly, staring at the coroner with misty eyes.
"Well there isn't much left Miss Possible, but I guess I can show you what's left..." the twitchy coroner trailed off as he unzipped the body bag. Once finished he gave a quick nod to the distraught young heroine then he took a few steps back to give the girl her privacy.
Taking a deep breath, Kim opened her eyes only to slam them back shut as the wave of oppressive sadness and pain hit her. Inside the bag where a few bone fragments and a Kentucky styled middle finger wearing Ron's high school ring. Dropping to her knees Kim let loose a wrenching scream.
Middleton, Gray's Gas'N'Go
Wonder where the kid is…Gideon pondered as he sat behind the wheel of his white Tacoma that was idling in the abandoned gas stations parking lot. To be a bit less conspicuous, he had an unfurled road map propped up on the steering wheel. If any passerby would have given him deeper scrutiny, they would have noticed that said roadmap was a 1962 edition map of East Berlin.
Checking his watch, Gid began to worry just a bit. Ron was supposed to be here at four sharp… Now I heard the big boom, where the hell is that towheaded idiot…? Lost in his worrisome revelry, the ninja had no problem slipping into the truck's cab. Ron smirked as he saw that Gid hadn't noticed that he was in the car yet, so he decided to be an ass. Silently gripping the door handle, Ron tensed his arm, waiting for the right second. Here we go… Ron nearly giggled as Gid nervously checked his watch yet again…
WHAM!!!
Cairo nearly jumped out of his skin after the door slammed. Whipping his head around like a frightened squirrel his eyes finally found the form of Ron, laughing his ass off clutching his sides, trying to keep from coming apart at the seams. The hapless Ron didn't notice the narrowing eyes of a furious Gid Cairo. Nor did he notice the meaty fist quickly approaching his face. He did how ever notice the brief flair of pain as his jaw shattered.
"OW! Gid, what the hell was that for?!" Ron slurred as he rubbed his quickly healing jaw.
"That was for sneaking up on an old man and to get you ready for what Cheriee is going to do to you when we get back to The Farm, ya sneaky ninja sum-bitch." Gid growled out, putting the truck into gear and roaring out onto the highway. After a few miles that were passed in silence, Gid chuckled a bit, "Damn kid, you really got me good."
"I know Gid; the look on your face was priceless. You looked like a frightened baby chipmunk on speed." Ron laughed back. "But did you really have to break my jaw, I mean I know I heal almost instantly but that doesn't mean you have to go out of your way to test it."
"Well, ya did scare me kid. I'm usually quite observant and you got the drop on me. Anyways I hope you enjoyed that busted jaw chief, cause it's goin' to seem like a love tap compared to what your little lady is going to do to ya buddy boy."
"You really think it's going to be that bad Gid?"
"Hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn. Billy Shakespeare was a smart Brit buddy, and she's going to kick your ass from here to Hahira." Gid said evenly as he kept his eyes on the road.
"Why me…?"
The Hammond Farm. Earlier in the Day.
Wha…? What the fuck happened...? A groggy Cheriee thought as she disentangled herself from the blanket. Standing and stretching, she moved towards the kitchen, her stomach whining like a grizzly. Stopping in front of the fridge, she glanced at her cell phone sitting on the counter. Maybe Ron called or texted where he and Gid went... With that thought, the memory of Ron drugging her roared back into the forefront of her mind.
"THAT BASTARD DRUGGED ME AND LEFT ME HERE!!!" Cheriee roared as she stomped to the living room searching for a note or some form of communiqué. Spying a small folded note, she snatched it up and started reading:
Sweet Heart,
I'm sorry babe, but I had to do this, I can't let you get hurt. Gid and I are resolving some major problems back in Middleton. We should be back by the time the sedatives wear off. If we aren't, check the news to see if we've been caught. I love you with all my heart, and I always will. Remember that always.
Love,
Ron
Tears sprang up in her eyes as she sank back in the couch, her anger completely dissolved. Please be ok babe....Please.... A trembling hand reached for the remote and turned on the television. "...international serial killer, Ronald Dean Stoppable, was laid to rest today hours after committing suicide when he set off an explosive device, destroying his home....lead police on a high speed chase after robbing..." The rest of the broadcast was lost on Cheriee as she broke down, sobbing and crying.
He's dead... Gone... I didn't even get to tell him I loved him before he died... Cheriee continued to sob and wail, crying to the point tears wouldn't come anymore. Hearing a car pull up, she forced herself off the couch to the front window. What she saw made her blood boil. In the cab of the truck sat Gideon and a young man with dirty brown hair that was pulled back. Whipping her head around, she saw the pistol grip of a cut down Ithaca 37 shotgun in the umbrella stand. Smiling a large smile of rage, she pulled it from its umbrella filled prison, racking it, feeling the shell smoothly find its way to the chamber...
Meanwhile Outside.
"Think she'll be mad, Gid?" Ron asked quietly as he peered thru the windshield, looking intently at the front door as the truck came to a stop. "Bud, you drugged her, left her behind, and she's more than likely seen the TV reports." Pondering for a minute, he turned to Ron with a half smile. "You get out first."
Blanching a wee bit Ron nodded and stepped out of the truck. At the precise moment the door closed, the front door sprang open, and out a shotgun wielding Cheriee came.
BAM BAM BAM!!!
The force of the buckshot forced Ron back a couple of steps, his healing factor repairing the shredded muscle as well as the shredded skin; the Metallica shirt was not to be as fortunate. FUCK ME SIDEWAYS, SLAP MY ASS, AND CALL ME ALLYSA!!! Ron started to call out to her but he was silenced by two more volleys' of angry lead pellets. After taking yet more damage, Ron praised God when the shotgun ran dry. "Cheriee, babe it's me Ro-." Ron's yell was cut short by Cheriee wielding the spent shotgun like a club. Connecting with his head like a slugger hitting the long ball.
Seeing little enraged Cheriees running around his head, Ron spun to the ground, out like a light. Seeing one bastard down for the count, Cheriee rounded on Gid, who during the fray had made his way towards the porch laughing his ass off. Reaching the steps he sat down in a somewhat graceful manner considering he was trying in vain to keep his sides from bursting. Through tears he saw Cheriee's charge and rolled out of the way onto the dusty ground still laughing like a lunatic.
"YOU GOT HIM KILLED YOU PRICK MOTHER FUCKER!" Cheriee screeched raising the shotgun over her head, ready to deliver the final blow to the madly giggling red head.
Holding up and hand, Gid struggled through his guffaws and managed to speak somewhat intelligibly. "Cheriee....Ron ain't dead... You knocked his ass out!"
"WHAT?!"
"We faked his death and you clubbed him good...HAHAHAHA!" Turning her head to gaze at the prone figure by the truck, Cheriee could only blink. Turning back to the giggling Gideon, the barrel of the shotgun slipped from her grasp as she slowly walked to the conked out figure, lying in the dust. Kneeling beside him she slapped him across the face a few times trying to wake him up.
"Cheriee baby, you get the license of the driver that plowed into me?" Ron slurred through the words, his eyes opening, staring unfocused at her face. His vision finally cleared and his mind's gears got back to grinding away. "Hey there little mama, miss me?" He beamed through bloody teeth.
"Listen to me right now ninja jerk: if you ever pull shit like that again, I WILL end you very slowly and very painfully." Cheriee growled. Nodding slowly, Ron felt fear wash over him, her eyes burning into his very soul.
"Yes ma'am..." He whispered timidly. He closed his eyes expecting total destruction, yet he received a gentle kiss. Staring in utter disbelief at her retreating form, he sat up staring blankly as she disappeared into the house.
"That went well," he said to know one in particular. After a moment of silent sitting he got to his feet just as Gideon was drying his eyes with that old green bandana, sitting on the porch steps. "So, how's the suit coming along, I think it would a helped."
"Yeah, prolly buddy, but that was magical." Gid said chuckling once more. "The suits ready to go, come on lets go try it on buddy boy, hopefully the pretty lady will be a little less pissy by the time we get you in it." With that, Gid motioned for Ron to follow him to the barn.
Hammond Farm Command Center.
Whistling at the sight of the Lab, Ron made his way to where Gideon was typing away on a keyboard mounted beside a large brushed steel tube. With a snap-hiss the door of the tube opened, revealing a brand new Kevlar/Adamantium bi-weave suit. "Well bud, you gonna stare or try that sucker on?" Nodding, Ron stripped down to his unders, and continued his blank stare at the new duds.
"Uh, Earth to Ron: put these on." Gid said waving a pair of shorts and a sleeveless tee under Ron's nose.
Taking them, Ron asked, "What are these Gid?"
"Those are form fitting Homeostasis undergarments, they keep your core temperature regulated. Put them on buddy boy," Gid explained watching as Ron pulled them on. "Good, now for the rest of the suit." Gid moved to the side as Ron pulled the full pants on, then the shirt. "OK buddy ya don't need to tuck the top into the bottom; just let the locking nanites do their magic."
Ron blinked as the pants and top seamlessly joined into one. "How does that work Gid?" Ron asked in amazement.
"Well as you probably didn't know, the seam of any armor is its greatest weakness. To forego that problem, this suit has built in nanite seam locks which automatically 'sew' the suit together. Same thing will happen with the mask." Gid said. "Take a look in the mirror buddy boy.
Ron turned to the mirror and liked what he saw. As ordered, the bodysuit was ultra black, so black it seemed to suck the light out of the room. After closer scrutiny, he noticed that there were bands of dark blood red at his shoulders, the same color pads on his elbows and knees. "Gid…?" Ron's question was cut off by Gideon.
"Ron I know you had your heart set on black, but that's way to cliché. The bands on your shoulders mark a slightly thicker part of the suit: the same with the knee and elbow pads. Just to give ya a bit more protection in the field." Gid handed him a matte brown leather utility belt that had built in hip holsters and a bandoleer. "Put that on kid." Taking the belt, Ron strapped it on while Gid explained the belt.
"Kevlar-adamantium bi-weave, made to look like leather; pouches for magazines, grenades, smoke pellets, throwing stars, and anything else your heart desires. The Bandoleer has a built in sheath, and the holsters are for these." Gideon handed him two black pistols. "Those are special made Israeli Military Industries SP-21 'Baraks'. 45 caliber ACP. Treat them nice kid." Ron smiled as he holstered his new toys.
"Get those boots on then the mask chief."
Ron sat on a nearby stool and pulled on the boots, tying them tightly, and admiring the blood red toe caps of the ultra black boots. Standing up again he picked up the mask and pulled it on. When it was secure he checked out his new look. The face staring back at him made him nearly yelp. I look like the angel of death... Ron ran a finger tip over the black eye covers. The mask itself was ultra black, two thin blood red lines running parallel through the center of the eye coverings, from brow ridge to just below his nose.
"Gid... Thank you so much. I love it." Ron whispered admiring his buddy's handiwork.
"Three more things kiddo: One, these gloves have adamantium knuckles built in." He tossed Ron the gloves and while the former tried tugged them on. When Ron had the gloves on, Gid continued, "Two, the left gauntlet has a micro computer with a built in satellite phone, GPS, wireless internet, and wireless hacking capabilities and the right gauntlet has the grappler." Handing to them to Ron, Gid went to another part of the lab pulling out a long narrow box returning and placing on the lab table. Seeing that Ron was suited up, he smiled.
"Uh Gid, how am I supposed to call, won't speaking give me away?" Ron asked, looking to the comm. gauntlet.
"Kid, the mask has a built in ear bud, which you probably noticed, and also a sub-vocal mic built into the collar of the suit." Ron nodded as Gid motioned for the geared up Ron to join him in front of the mystery box.
"Now the piece de resistance: you remember how I said that bandoleer has a built in sheath?"
"Yeah, what's in the box?"
"Wade Wilson, may I present to you, my masterpiece: Deathstroke." With a flourish that would have made a magician envious, Gid opened the box. Ron's heart leapt as he saw what was inside. It's beautiful... Drawing from the box, Ron held the sword staring at his reflection in the blade. It resembled a katana but only at first glance. The blade was long and slightly curved, wide and means. Looking, the sword had not point at the tip, it was just squared off. The handle was curved in a way reminiscent of Count Dooku's lightsaber in Star Wars and wrapped in blood red leather. On the blades spine near the tip, was a section that had a thorn shaped piece removed.
"It's made from pure adamantium, acid etched, and you will never have to sharpen it. Enjoy," Gid said smiling.
Nearly to the point of tears, Ron sheathed the sword and gave Gideon a bone crushing hug. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!"
Gasping, Gid pushed him away. "No problem at all. Let's go show your lovely lady the new you and get prepped for Wade Wilson's first paying gig."
Smiling brightly behind his new mask, Ron said, "Alright! Let's do it!"
Moving to the elevator, Ron had to ask a question. "Think she's still pissed?"
The only response he received was Gid softly whistling Taps.