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Post by triad4evr on Aug 17, 2005 20:51:24 GMT -5
"Dammit..." grumbled a young man as he stood in the glare of a single streetlight. The ambient noise from a seedy bar behind him all but drowned out his complaints. "I told Waller not to be late... I dunno why she insisted on meeting me this late at night. If she wants a new metahuman warden for Belle Reve, she could have interviewed me during regular business hours like everybody else. Damn... five minutes to midnight..."
He anxiously pulled his trenchcoat tighter, concealing his black-and-gold uniform and the associated hourglass symbol on his chest. He felt his twin pistols against his ribs, held there by shoulder-holsters. He grew more anxious as the minutes ticked by. Suddenly, squealing tires drew his attention as two cars blasted around the corner, evidently in the midst of an illegal street race. Only yards away from the young man, the two cars suddenly made contact and the one nearest him careened uncontrollably directly at the agitated stranger.
"Oh hell..."
The muscle car, now completely out of control, crashed into the man, snapping the light pole on which he leaned like so much kindling, and the car then exploded into the facade of the dive bar behind the young man, leaving no trace of him but a single boot!
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Post by Foley on Aug 17, 2005 23:25:33 GMT -5
There was a reason Amanda Waller was nicknamed The Wall. It wasnt because she was a large woman or it was a play on her name. Not entirely anyways. No, she was called The Wall because nothing got past her. Her official title was Under Secretary of Internal Affairs for the White House, in truth she was the secret director of the DEO and the boss of Director Bones, the former superhero.
The Wall also in charge of Task Force X. On paper the Task Force, nicknamed by those who were in it the Suicide Squad, existed as a underdefined subdivision of one of the governments abc programs. In truth it was a rotating collection of expendable agents doing jobs that no one else wanted to, let alone even admit they were there in the first place.
With the new focus on doing away with terriorism, Waller got premission to restart the squad. Thats why she was on her way to a seedy part of Gotham (if a distenction could be made in this town) to meet with the man she wanted to lead her new operation in the field. As she rounded the corner she cursed under her breath for being late, this man was a professional and she was supposed to be one as well.
Just as she got to where she could see the meeting place the car exploded taking what looked like the one she was meeting with it.
"Oh just great," was all she could mumble.
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Post by triad4evr on Aug 18, 2005 21:25:12 GMT -5
"Hey," came a voice from behind The Wall. "You're late..."
Terminal Man, unexpectedly, seemed to be completely intact, though he appeared to be brushing rubble out of his hair. His face was partially concealed by a black mask hiding his eyes and running down both sides of his jaw, joining under his chin.
"Sorry, got a little sidetracked," he then added.
It was clear as he adjusted the trenchcoat that concealed his costume that he _shouldn't_ be unscathed. The trenchcoat was gashed in a half-dozen places and stained with what appeared to be motor oil.
"So, I was under the impression that this was some sort of metahuman prison warden gig. But why in the world would you want to interview me in the middle of the night?"
Terminal Man grinned a little as he anticipated her answer.
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Post by Foley on Aug 19, 2005 12:47:08 GMT -5
As a rule Waller did not smile. A slight noise came from the back of her throat as she got down to business.
"It isnt so much a wardens job." She answered, "But you will be working out of a prision. Since you have experience with 'clock and dagger' missions, I was wondering if you have ever heard of..." For the briefest of moments the Wall actually smiled, "Task Force X?"
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Post by triad4evr on Aug 20, 2005 16:25:56 GMT -5
"And here I thought this was all a myth..." Terminal Man said, grinning. "Dreamed up by the vast right wing conspiracy and exposed by the liberal media... are you telling me it is _for real_? Then Batman was right. I never really knew, since he has such a reputation for being a conspiracy theorist. So exactly how do I fit in?"
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Post by Foley on Aug 20, 2005 16:37:05 GMT -5
"I want you to lead it," Waller replied, "And dont put too much stock in what Batman says. When it comes to the Task Force, what he knows could fill a medicine dropper."
She turned to go back down the darkened street she used to arrive at the meeting place. "I need an answer right now. There is a mission that needs completed as soon as possible and you still have to approach your team."
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Post by triad4evr on Aug 21, 2005 23:13:51 GMT -5
"Alright. There's a certain amount of irony to all this..." Terminal Man sighed. "So am I gonna' know why it is they call this group 'Suicide Squad' in non-governmental circles? And who exactly is on this team...?"
Brushing the last of the rubble from his hair, Terminal Man began walking alongside Amanda Waller.
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Post by Foley on Aug 22, 2005 1:16:51 GMT -5
Waller paused for a moment, thinking how she should answer the question. Finally she spoke, "Its called the Suicide Squad because the missions carry with them a factor that some or even all of the team may not come home. This leads to your second question, your team is a rotating collection of 'super-criminals' who have nothing to lose and get rewards should they actually make it home alive."
She anticipated the next logical question and went ahead and answered it, "Those rewards are things like lessened prision terms all the way to not being sent to a gas chamber as the law demanded for their individual crimes."
Waller began to walk again, "The current mission will require you to go behind enemy lines in a country known for its recent metahuman defenders."
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Post by triad4evr on Sept 4, 2005 2:40:34 GMT -5
"Alright." Terminal Man said after a moment's thought. "I haven't walked away yet. What's the objective? And how do I go about assembling my team?"
Terminal man tapped on the concealed hilt of the gun in his left side chest holster.
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Post by Foley on Sept 4, 2005 23:57:21 GMT -5
Waller lead Terminal Man to a unmarked van parked on the other street. "The objection is pretty straight forward. For months now our intelligence field agents and deep cover agents have been hearing rumors of nearly ALL of the worlds meta-criminals were banding together. But it's not your run-of-the-mill villian team appearently. A few of our operatives dug up references to something called 'The Society' just before we dug them out of fresh shallow graves."
She paused and ushered he inside the van. Inside one side covered by computers and screens displaying massive amounts of raw data. Waller sat down on the not very padded bench and continued. "One of the things that we have been able to confirm is that Black Adam, the new and self-appointed ruler of Kahndaq, is one of the leading member of this Society. The mission itself is this."
She began clicking off points on her fingers, "One, determine if the Society exists. Two, determine if Black Adam is a member and a leader amoung them. Three, find out if the Society is using Kahndaq as a base of operations and/or staging area for there attacks. Four, gather solid intel on Society's plans and membership with focus on who is in charge along with Adam. And of course there is number five."
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Post by triad4evr on Sept 15, 2005 18:04:07 GMT -5
"I almost hesitate to ask about number five..." Terminal Man said with a crooked grin as he looked at the array of monitors in fascination. Kahndaq is not exactly a friendly place under normal circumstances let alone if there is a villain convention going on there. Well, I'm going to need some... special... operatives for this. And some special ordinance. There's hardly a guy this side of Supes himself that can stand toe-to-toe with Black Adam. And I'm guessing Supes ain't available..."
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Post by Foley on Sept 15, 2005 22:00:24 GMT -5
"Superman doesnt exactly look at us with a warm heart," Waller said acidly, "And if you conduct your mission correctly you will not have to go toe-to-toe with Black Adam. Which leads to objective number five...Come home alive, if you can. Anyone who gets left behind is just that...left behind, and this goes for you as well."
"However," Waller said leaning back in her seat, "I do have a powerhouse by the name of Ibac all ready enlisted for your use."
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Post by triad4evr on Oct 4, 2005 22:08:29 GMT -5
"Ibac, huh..." Terminal Man said in interest. "I'm going to need a dossier on him... and the rest of my choices for this little black-op..."
Terminal Man grinned as he contemplated the possibility of tangling with one of the most powerful villains of all time. He would need some special ordinance indeed... nobody on the planet would be able to make what he needed. Nobody, that is, but him...
"I'm going to need a few additional resources... and some time on a particle accelerator."
-Terminal Man
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Post by triad4evr on Nov 17, 2005 22:22:43 GMT -5
"Stanley 'Stinky' Printwhistle?" Terminal Man scoffed as he poured over a file in a manilla folder. "I'd want the powers of the four most evil men of all time, too, if _my_ nickname was 'Stinky'! At least the guy's gone some rounds with the Big Red Cheese. But he's gonna' have a rougher time with Black Adam. Adam isn't gonna' worry too much about fair play and such..."
"Sir?" a pimply-faced lab-coated technician said as he stood in the doorway of Terminal Man's impromptu office. "We have the items you've requested. What, if I may ask, are you going to do with energized plasma and anti-matter?"
"You may not. Put my stuff in the lab."
"Are you sure you know what you are doing with those items? You realize how unstable anti-matter is, right?"
"I do. Now get out. I have work to do," Terminal Man then picked up a phone and dialed a number. It was a short combination, internal extension no doubt. "I need those dossiers. The clock is ticking, here."
And with that Terminal Man returned to Ibac's file.
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