Apocalypse - Page 2

August 21, 2008, 9:47 PM

"I heard THAT, Filden," said Faith, raising an eyebrow. "Nope, we're not going to let Birmingham go at all, unfortunately." She rolled her eyes. "I don't sense anymore around. But I can't help feeling this was a whole setup! They've gone for me all this time and the creatures only attacked you when you intervened. This is really starting to bug me ..." There was another BANG from Stephen and the shadow had been imploded. As soon as it was gone, Faith felt her energy returning to her soul. "And that is the seventh reason why I am going to be eternally grateful to Shooter," she muttered and turned to face Filden. "Don't worry, we still have that one reason why I'm eternally grateful to you: for saving my life back in Manchester last month."

She rose to her feet and yawned. "You know what? I feel like I just woke up," she grinned. Then she heard Stephen on the earpiece. "Understood, Shooter. We'll be down there as soon as possible to confirm that." She looked at Filden again. "All right then, let's go inform the army that the crisis has been dealt with." Not waiting for Filden at all considering they were on official business here and this kind of business was the usual anyway, Faith walked down the stairs and over to where Stephen was, who was waiting beside the general. He saluted her and she simply nodded. "General White, the threat has been taken care of," Faith told her. "You can withdraw your troops immediately." She turned to Stephen. "Good aim, you're better now."

August 21, 2008, 10:12 PM

Stephen looked at Faith "thanks" he said smiling, he then turned around and lent towards the General "Told you so" he muttered before walking towards the car in which he used to come to the area "hey Faith you want a lift back to HQ?" Stephen shouted before placing his rifle in the boot and climbing in the drivers side door

August 21, 2008, 10:19 PM

The Kremlin, Moscow

"I'm here to see the Premier." A young associate of the Kremlin stood nervously before the large desk of a secretary. His palms were sweaty as he wiped them together, then on his pant legs. If the Premier wants to see me, well.....I don't know if it's good or bad. Perhaps my cover's been blown... This young man was an Avengers double-agent in deep cover, named Alexei Stukov. He waited while he was buzzed in.

"Go on in, the Premier will see you now."

As Stukov walked into the office, he immediately noticed a sour mood in the room. The office was dark, as it was night in Russia. The only light in the room came from the lamp on the Premier's desk. "Good evening, Alexei." a voice called from the shadows on the other side of the large obsidian desk. "I trust things are well for you?" The shadow leaned forward, and the face of Russian Premier Aleksandr Romanov came into view. His strong features were set into an impassive face, and he simply looked at Stukov, not seeming to be angry at all.

"Very well, Premier. I trust the operation was successful?" Maybe he's not angry. Perhaps I'm safe.

"I'll be honest, Alexei." Romanov stood from his desk as he spoke, and came around to the other side to come face-to-face with Stukov. "Things went....poorly. According to the communication from the field, the strike was a failure. The Avengers appeared and saved the day." He waved his hands as he spoke, his tone mocking. "Interesting, though, how they seemed to almost expect this attack, wouldn't you say?" He leveled his gaze at Stukov, waiting for an answer.

"We...we...well.....I don't know. Perhaps there is an inside man?" Stukov asked, terrified now. He still couldn't be sure if the Premier knew or not. Then, Romanov snapped his fingers, and two burly guards came from the shadows and tackled Stukov to the floor. The Premier stood over him, pulling a pistol from his belt.

"Perhaps there is, Alexei. Perhaps there is..." he muttered as he fired one round into Alexei's right foot. Stukov screamed in pain, but did not respond. "Are you sure that you don't know, Alexei?" Another shot, this time through the left foot. Stukov cried in pain over and over again, but said nothing, even as Romanov calmly put one bullet in each of his hands, then a bullet in his kneecaps and elbows. After the eighth shot, Romanov leaned in close to Stukov's face and pressed the hot barrel of the pistol to his forehead.

"ENOUGH GAMES, STUKOV! I WILL NOT TOLERATE THIS DOUBLE DEALING ANY FURTHER. ADMIT YOUR WRONGDOING AND APOLOGIZE, YOU SCHEMING BASTARD!!!" Romanov's mood changed in an instant, his eye blazing in fury. "NOW!!"

"It's true, and I'm sorry....." Stukov blubbered, tears rolling down his face. "I'll never betray you again, sir..." Romanov stood and smiled. "Very well, Alexei. Unfortunately, Mother Russia does not abide traitors." Romanov fired a shot directly into Stukov's forehead, killing him instantly.

"Cut the body up and send it to the Avengers headquarters. Keep the head intact, I want the package there when they return from their mission."

Romanov stood out at the window, looking over the cityscape of Moscow. Perhaps it's time, to call in the Hand. It's time to put our plans in motion...

"And clean up this mess!"

August 21, 2008, 10:21 PM

Filden jumped a little when Faith shouted, "I heard THAT, Filden. Nope, we're not going to let Birmingham go at all, unfortunately."
Filden hung his head..."Keep forgetting you can do that..."

When she mentioned that there don't seem to be anymore Shadows, Filden let out a sigh of relief. Then when Filden witnessed the death of the Shadow in front of him, he held his arm up to shield himself slightly. Once the light had faded after the Shadow imploded, Filden put down his arm...

When Faith finished thanking Stephen, she then turned around and said about Filden still having her eternal gratitude after saving her last month in Manchester, giving him a nice, warm feeling inside.

"Cheers Crimson..." FIlden smiled,

Filden then followed Faith outside of the flats, and stood next to her as she spoke General White.

August 21, 2008, 10:44 PM

"No thanks, I'm fine," Faith said, raising her hand and shaking her head in Stephen's direction. "I have some business to take of care, one of our informants needs to see me straight away. Ask Filden if you want, I'll be back at headquarters in around two hours maybe?" She then turned to Filden. "You better get used to it, I didn't mean to pry. Sometimes, it happens when I least expect it, even after so many years of trying to control it. I'll see you two later back at the headquarters. Get my usual hot chocolate ready, will ya? I think our informant will have some good news to give us." And so, Faith walked off in another direction away from the blocks of flats. She carried on walking, careful to sense if anyone was following her.

When she'd been walking for another twenty minutes, she came to a halt and was faced with a man in his thirties. "Good that you could come," she nodded at him. "Now what's this useful information you claimed to have picked up on about last night? You sounded so eager on the phone. Remember, you don't have to tell it me. Just think it." She nodded, as she began to hear his thoughts in her head. It sometimes hurt her because she was still in the stage of controlling whose thoughts that she could control. "Understood. Thanks for the info. I'll get on to it straight away." Walking away, Faith knew it was too early to go back. And she froze when she noticed things were out of order. Someone anti-Avenger? Perhaps supernatural, she thought.

August 21, 2008, 10:57 PM

Stephen looked t Filden and smiled "common the stealth, I'll race ya back" he announced as he hit the accelerator so hard it hit the floor, the car picked up speed and withing 4 seconds it was going over 60 miles an hour.

around 20 minutes later Stephen arrived back at HQ and headed straight for the rifle range, he took a bucket of ammo that held around 200 rounds and he set his target at around 300 yards he put his earphones in and turned his I-pod on, he then lay on the floor, set his Rifle up and took position to practice his shooting, the rifle range was outside to aid in wind direction and speed training. BANG...REELOAD...BANG...RELOAD...BANG Stephen did the same every time hitting the target wit ease

August 21, 2008, 11:21 PM

Filden smiled back Stephan, "Nah...I'm gonna gonna hop a ride in the SUV, my legs are killing me to tell the truth," Filden sighed,

Filden walked to the nearest SUV, he then knocked on the driver's window. The window put the window down, and Filden asked if the SUV was heading back to base, the driver told him that it was, so Filden walked around and hopped into the passenger's seat.

Filden didn't keep track of how long it took, but the SUV eventually arrived at Base, Filden got out, and headed to the break room. When he was there, he immediately went to the seating room, where upon arrival, he jumped onto a recliner, put the back down, and let out a big sigh of relief.

August 21, 2008, 11:52 PM

Jet punched the punching bag and it shattered into small bits. "crap... hey guys i broke another one can i-" "no can do sir, that was our last one. we gotta wait till next shipment" "WHAT! THAT'S F***ING BS MAN I ONLY BROKE TEN! you gotta be kidding me" Jet grumbled as he marched out to the bulletin board. "Nothing better to do than go beat up some Supernatural sunuva- WTF man?!?!!" Jet shouted as saw the board. right in the middle was a warning that their was a hostile base not far from here. "and nobody ever saw it? wow this is sad. best get a team going" Jet marched over to an intercom, slightly altered his voice, and hit the activation switch. "Attention: all able bodied warriors, this is General Silver. Please report to the gym immediately for a new assignment. We have discovered a hostile base nearby and are gathering a team to destroy it."

August 21, 2008, 11:56 PM

Stephen stood up, grabbed his rifle and the remaining bullets and headed for the gym "i just get back from a goddamn assignement and im getting sent on another one, although i do enjoy them" as Stephen arrived at the gym he looked at General silver and smiled "Shooter reporting for duty...sir"