No-One But You (The Zephyr Endeavor) - Part 2
Chapter 69: No Regrets, Coyote (Part 9)
Wade Wilson was very aware that his location was being shared with his cute lil fiancé, and he didn't mind Ezekiel knowing that information one bit.
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The mercenary put his superhero costume on just for kicks, then he walked his happy ass into Sister Margaret's for the first time in a long while.
Oh whoa, everyone in the bar gave him some sort of personal greeting. The attention seemed a bit friendlier than normal, so Wade studied the scene.
It was all business for the infamous Deadpool tho, but he responded to everyone eventually, and behaved as if he didn't have a care in the world.
Well… he didn't have a care, but someone else was about to. Wade was on a mission to complete the homework assignment he'd been working on for a while, and the information he received from his precious Shiny was worth more than friggen gold.
Sooooo…. The merc made his way toward the biggest nerd he knew, and he told Weasel that he needed a drink.
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"About fucking time you show your ugly face. Where the hell have you been MAN?"
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"I've been busy…mega distracted."
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Hah. Weasel poured himself a drink, then he slid the bottle over so Wade could pour his own. The peculiar barkeep studied Wade's body language for a split second, then he shrugged up his shoulders and moved on from the subject.
The infamous Deadpool was usually off fluttering about doing some bullshit, especially when he was involved with someone special, so Weasel was more or less saying that to round up a conversation.
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"Cool. Well, OBVIOUSLY you're not dead yet… so clearly you haven't faced your imminent Doom. We're all betting on the rich guy by the way… I told everyone about it."
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WHAT THE FUUHHHHHHkkkkk… Wade poured his own fucking drink and he just about choked after Weasel cut straight to the chase. The mercenary glanced at the "Dead Pool" up above all the barflies, and he noticed that the bets we're off the fucking charts.
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"SOMEONE IS BETTING 30 GRAND ON ME TO LOSE? You've gotta be kidding me…."
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Get the EFF out. Seriously. Wade couldn't believe the wagers that were in favor of Victor Von FUCK-FACE. It aggravated the mercenary like you wouldn't believe, but Weasel didn't pay attention to the man's rant.
His eyes were locked onto the Dead Pool as well, but then he shrugged and moved on…
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"So, when's this fight supposed to happen anyway? You didn't specify any of that when you had me dig around for info on the dude. I've got a ton more if you're interested too, apparently he's obsessed with this super hot lady. She turns invisible, or whatever, but he's psycho obsessed…"
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WADE DIDN'T GIVE A FLYING FUCK ABOUT ANY OF THAT. He was still pissed off and trying to calculate how much money was invested in his loss.
Those fucks in the bar were all betting against him, besides …what… two people? GET FUCKED. lol.
Wade had a mad glare going on beneath his mask, but the first part of Weasel's noise was somewhat answerable….
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"That's why I'm here, dweeb. I have a ton of information for the two of us to comb through, because I don't have the patience to read through any of this bullshit."
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Wade gave his left arm a gentle tap, and Ezekiel's technology sprung to life. Sevgili responded to Wade's thoughts immediately, and Weasel's jaw slipped open as soon as Wade presented a ton of cool looking screens.
All of that Surveillant Council shit was right there… plain as day, but the mercenary told Sevgili to filter most of it.
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He wasn't STUPID, OKAY? Wade knew damn well that information relating to the Stalker Council was supposed to be TOP SECRET, for Ezekiel's safety… so he didn't show Weasel anything relating to that.
Sevgili filtered the information as instructed, so Weasel's BUG-FUCK eyes were only looking over the information relating to Battleworld.
Doctor McCock-Sock actually typed up some info for everyone to look over, or he had some servant in Transylvania-town do it for him. Who the fuck knew? AND UGH.
Wade's temper flared up as soon as he started looking over anything related to someone's psycho private tutor. Wade swallowed down a thought or two about him…and his eyes started looking a little more toward his left.
Directly beside all that BORING Surveillant Council shit, Wade had a little window dedicated to keeping tabs on his precious Shiny.
So, Ezekiel left Brooklyn too… and Wade could see that he went straight to his hiding place up north. Saaaaa… the merc missed him already, but he liked the fact that he marked him up good.
SOME DICK-TIP science tutor better see that mark on his neck before it fades.
Wade kinda figured that Ezekiel planned to talk to him before the grand finale, and stuff like that was alllll part of Wade's epic plan to seduce Ezekiel Stane in the long run.
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The merc's only been working on accomplishing that goal for, how long now? Hmfhh… go figure…
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Chapter: END
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