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The Town; The Thunderbolts
Topic Started: Sep 28 2009, 10:59 PM (1,346 Views)
Nick Fury
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"Shut them down," muttered the man who watched this all from a thousand camera angles, on a thousand screens. Enough to tax any pair of eyes, and this man had only one, an eyepatch covering where his own brother, a Hydra agent, had shot him in the face. He had, with a bullet lodged in his skull, brought Jake down, and kicked his face in, killing the monster his kid brother had become, and he never regretted what he had done by choosing his world over his family. Sometimes it took being a son of a bitch to save life as we know it.

Nick Fury was damn proud to be that son of a bitch.

Three miles above the ground in a floating aircraft carrier a couple thousand miles away, SHIELD was in a state of emergency. This simple snatch and grab had not been so simple after all. "Sir?" asked the agent at his side, working the equipment that was monitoring the equipment, "If you shut them down, we'll lose the target."

"We don't shut them down, we lose the team," Fury said, chewing on the end of his cigar like it was the cause of this fiasco.

The agent frowned, "We've already lost Marvel."

"Yeah, don't count the firecracker out,' Fury muttered, "Girl's got more lives than an alley cat."

"Sir, Patch asked for breathing apparatuses," said another agent, "Should I send them?"

"Gasmasks, nothing, send in a flank of agents." snapped Fury, "Full take down. Thunderbolts are compromised. SHIELD has spent too much money and I have spent too much time to have our pet freaks brought low by a biological agent. Shut them down, retrieve our team, and boil that area. I want it scrubbed clean and brought to dust. Connellsville, Pennsylvania never existed."

The agents saluted, and keyed in the sequence that would activate the kill switches implanted in four of the five Thunderbolt agents. Patch, Sabretooth, Carpenter and Meltdown would feel the shot directly into their brains, as the pulse paralyzed their nervous system. Fury wasn't above using choke chains on his dogs. Taught them to heel. Taught them to sit.

Taught them to play dead.

"Retrieve my team," he ordered, "And bring Marvel to me when she wakes up."

"Sir, we've lost her signal, she's dead," the Agent said again.

"What the fuck did I say? Am I talking to the thin air?" Fury snapped, "Send her to me when she wakes her shapely ass up." He spun on his heel and then paused at the door, "And, if she really is dead, well, I want to see the corpse myself."
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Sabretooth
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Adamantium Skeleton, Claws / Feral traits, Regeneration
Creed knew the mission was over, a failure. He realized that the Thunderbolts were finished, and that that psycho little Doyle bitch played them good, played them like fucking fiddles and managed to destroy the best SHIELD squadron in the company - and it pissed him off.

The mission didn't matter anymore, the team didn't matter anymore. Only one thing meant a damn to Creed at that point, and it was getting retribution on Doyle for this humiliation. He continued making his way to the factory, where the plant's scent was leading him to, where he was certain Doyle was masterminding this chaos. He would finish her, if it took all he had, he would tear her limb from limb and there was nothing that would stop him, nothing.

Except the white-hot searing pain at the back of his skull that meant Fury was calling his toys back. Victor Creed was not a prideful man by any means, but he felt insulted that Fury thought it necessary to brand someone with Creed's record of "service" to this country with the same recall tags the forced members like Cassidy and Rawson had to be tagged with. Had he not proven himself over the decades and decades of top secret missions, be it CIA or Team X or what have you?

He strained against the paralysis as well as he could, staggering forward a few more steps, but the damage Marvel had heaped on him was too much, and he couldn't deal with healing from that as well as resisting the recall beacon.

And so he finally came to a stop, his muscles refusing to obey commands, his eyelids twitching, his teeth grit in hostile rage and pain. Someday, he was going to make Fury pay for this stupid thing in his head. Someday.
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Avery
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The day was just getting more rewarding by the second. Some of her precious little ones, actually almost all of them, had fallen but the effects of her rage inducing pollen were driving the members deeper and deeper into madness. Still watching from her perch, her eyes dazzled as whispers from her dear ones reported that Crimson Locks was dead. One by one they would all fall, with exception to the tricky mongrels who would retreat with their tails between their mangy legs. She would have to deal with them another time. All and all, today was turning out to be a good day. She was going to get a slightly used suit and her kind were allowed to play with their dinner before consuming them. Even now as the little Mongrel was raging and Radioactive Man was attempt to melt his skin off, the newest team member had fallen and was being engulfed by vines. Lovely.

But where was the big Mongrel? Alone he had left the other behind, apparently unconcerned by his fallen leader or his teammates going berserk. Oh! He was looking for her. It made her smirk. He would be sorely mistaken if he thought that he could bring her down on his own. Even with his unbreakable bones and annoying ability to regenerate, she was still confident that he wouldn't be a problem. After all, the river was just behind the factory. She wondered what was the longest he could hold his breath the last time when he failed to tear…

Suddenly she stiffened as another message was relayed from plant to plant before finally making it to her. She could not hear their approach yet, but apparently reinforcements were on their way. For a moment she mulled over the thought of leaving but soon pushed herself off the ledge to be caught in the arms of the large plant-man.

“Come Simon. We’ve outstayed our welcome it seems.” She said bitterly, striding towards the back door.

Well, at least it wasn’t all for naught. It was unfortunate that she did not acquire Crimson Locks lovely suit that she had her eye on, but on the brighter side she was dead and out of her hair. Without their brilliant leader the mindless sheep would wander around aimlessly and lost for a while before a replacement would be found. Unfocused, she could not have to worry about them as she used to. She could go on to more dramatic ‘reclaiming’ like she had back before the miserable lapdogs came nipping at her heels.

They may have called her insane, crazy, mad and a list of many other things, but she was no fool. That was apparent enough just by the planning that had went behind the end of the thorn in her side, the end of the Thunderbolts. Yet as driven as she was to see them dead she would not go all out kamikaze to attain her goals. Getting herself killed would not help those she strived to protect and fight for. Yes, it angered her to back down, yes it stuck her pride but she had to remind her that as strong as she was, she was only one. And one against five was pushing the envelope but when reinforcements made themselves present, it was time for her to slip into the night's air once again.

"I am sorry, dear." She reached out with a slender hand to caress the cheek of the expressionless plant being. "We did well today though we lost many. The pack is crippled. We will have peace for a while."

There was no response, it did not lean into her touch, it did not turn its face towards her voice. She continued the soothing motion like a mother to a child before encouraging it to move forward. "Go now.."

It was there while SHIELD came to reclaim and tame their fallen agents, that the large plant stepped out of the old factory where they had been watching for hours. Moving through the shadows, it moved quickly on its way outside of the town with a smaller, slender, feminine figure. Their motivation was to get as much distance between them and the town as possible, and then disappear into the forest. However their main objection was to distract, for if they should be caught, they would soon realize that the face of their most wanted mutant was just as blank as 'her' companions. Meanwhile their real target had long since dropped off the grid. Somewhere she smiled to herself, regaining a little pride back to herself in what she had accomplished in the past couple of days. It was doubtful that SHIELD had come across anything as determined, resourceful and as crafty as she was. But she wasn't finished yet. Let them deal with the mess she had left behind, there were grander things in store for her.
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