OH, FINALLY! AN UPDATE! I'll be honest, I've had a bit of "writer's block" in my free time. I knew what I wanted but I didn't know how I wanted it to go. Even now, I'm not sure this is good enough. But alas, here we are. You know how it works: I own nothing! Here's to it not sucking. Take it away, Steve Blum narrator voice!

Thanks, Author-Person-Sir-Ma'am-Thing!

(Might wanna play some Noir music for this first part, something with a saxophone)

This is the old, abandoned parking lot. An undisclosed location which looks really, REALLY old. Perfect place for a hangout some graffiti on the walls and plenty of space to move around and redecorate to give it some life.

Although, the three sports cars with bullet holes and blood stains and punks on the ground covered blood and food kinda detracted from the good view. Yeah, you can thank these Insurrectionist soldiers for that. To be fair, it's the mess of the kids and this is what happens when you don't clean your room: it creates a big, stinking pile of "Felix the Cat Movie". Well, nothing a little Daffodil Daydream can't fix. Heh.

Currently, these Insurrectionists, 9 in total, had parked car and motorcycle and were lounging around waiting for their dealers to make the trade. Two soldiers were standing at a lookout point waiting to spot the truck that has their new weapon.

"Hey?" asks the one on the right,

"Yeah?" responds the left one,

"Ya' ever wonder-" as he noticed something move behind one of the unused cars in the far back of the lot.

"...Do I ever wonder what?"

"Hm?" he's snapped out of his thoughts, "Oh, ya' ever wonder what the weapon is?"

"Oh, well, yeah," he answered, "I mean, I'm pretty sure no one knows what it is."

"Then, how do you think it'll help us?" asked his partner,

"Well, all this trouble in contacting and convincing them to meet with us is going have to pay off. Right?"

"Eh, I guess," he then saw headlights and used his scope to see it was the specified truck with their trade.

He placed a finger on the side of his helmet and said, "They're here." The rest of the Insurrectionists gathered round as the trailer backed up. Exiting the truck were two men with Spartan armor black with teensy bits of red on it. Trust me, it's there; I mean, you've gotta squint in their legs if you wanna see it, which I highly doubt you do. Anyways, they opened the doors to the trailer to bring down what looked like a cryochamber with a block of ice in it. Carefully bringing it the ground, they looked at one Insurrectionist (OK, that's a little long so Ah ma just call em In-soldiers) with a briefcase.

"I take it that's it?" he asked, inquisitively.

The In-soldier threw it at him and caught it with ease. He opened it and quickly closed it, pleased with what he saw. He nodded at the In-soldiers, signaling them to take their gift. Just as one made it to the left side of the chamber he was shot in the chest causing him to fall dead on the ground.

Faster than anyone could say "WHAT THE FUCK?!" the rest of the In-soldiers were shot dead. The three black armored soldiers (let's face it, no one can see the red) saw this unfold and-hold on a second, three? Weren't there just two? Sure enough, this third soldier took down grabbed the suitcase from one and used it to hit him in his face making him stagger. His partner saw and was about to assist before being grabbed from behind and slammed down to the ground revealing Agent Maine to be the attacker. Just as he recovered, the other soldier grabbed some sort of switch only to be kicked out of his hands by, once the black camouflage is down, Agent Carolina. The device fell to the ground and, surprisingly, broke apart quite easily. The other Freelancers gathered around to look at their handy work.

"Well," Washington began, "That was easy."

"It's not over yet Wash." retorted South Dakota.

Carolina walked up to the fallen soldier and pressed her foot down on his chest, disabling him from moving.

"I'm only going ask once:" she began, cutting straight to business, "Where and what is the weapon?"

The man chuckled lowly and asked, "Isn't it obvious?", hearing the smirk in his voice.

Before Carolina could do anything else, an alarming beep repeated itself and everyone turned to see the block inside was slowly melting.

I'm pressured for time right now so sorry if this feels rushed. Deadpool will be in the next chapter, which shouldn't take long to come. Until next time.