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Most everyone got a brief lesson on how to handle super speed by Code Red, god it was good to see her! She’s relayed a message from Captain Cold and set the wolf man, who I always thought was a myth, up with the old man, Dr Eld. People call me crazy…he wants to turn Superman gay with that synthetic pink kryptonite he carries about on that cane of his! Idiot!
Red got my head back in the game. She had to jet off again, several pingers went off and she’s about duty first. That’s probably why I love her so much, makes this fight worthwhile.
I hand Escrima her vials of Velocity-9 “You got the plan?”
She nods “Yeah, but I still don’t get how wrecking hospital equipment, that poor people need, is going to bring down the League? Killing Hawkmen, I can see”
“All killing Hawkmen got was you, nearly killed, Nuklon ACTUALLY killed and the League looking for you!” I flattened out the map of the United States “My way gets them chasing their tails. Since they don’t have any speedster on their team, we only really have to watch for Superman …” I unfurl a kryptonite bullet “And he won’t be a problem”
“Is that a…?”
“Yup! My grandfather made them. Had a whole bunch before spitcurl threw every other bit of kryptonite into space” I load it into my gun.
Aim for the throat
“What did you say?”
Escrima looks at me “Nothing? You were talking then trailed off”
I look at her, thankfully my mask covers my face concealing my horror that the voices are back, and so soon.
We never left
And we never will!
“Just move to your target zone!” I snap as I storm out of the room tapping my temple, I look like a spaz but I don’t care!
I look at the watch my father gave me. The glass is cracked and the leather strap is frayed, held together by gaffer tape, the anthropomorphic mouse on the face has faded. I place it into a storage box along with my journal and a time delayed pinger, if that blue bastard gets me, he isn’t getting my watch!
Everyone knows the plan…well their part of the plan and the risks they entail.
Step 1) Take Velocity-9
Step 2) Destroy as many purple rays in your target area as quickly as possible
Step 3) Don’t stop running
Well, they don’t know about step four. I know about step four.
I put on my disguise, the gold-psuedo suit based. I’m going into the White House through the front door and out the back disguised as their kid’s nanny. Dr Eld and some other eggheads built it a while back but it never passed muster. Finally it has and if it hasn’t, tough!
In twelve minutes all hell is going to break loose. Three dozen speeding people commintting vanadalism at Mach 15 whilst I’m WALKING into the lion’s den to snatch a kid…I somehow think my grandfather’s are smiling proudly, my parents not so much…wherever they all ended up.
If it all works out it should go like this: Hawkman factory explodes, we hit the purple rays, League gets informed, sends probably Starfire or Zachary Zatara to Arkansas whilst Manhunter responds to the purple ray hits. If Captain Marvel gets my message he’ll be in Metropolis as a big red target hopefully coaxing out Superman or Wonder Woman…hopefully not Firestorm…he’s small fish, I want big fish!
Grrrr! Hopefully Outsider joins the party, tough if he doesn’t…serve that prick right!
Should’ve killed him!
SHUT UP! I snatch the kid, detonate the suit in the White House and make a run. They give chase, hopefully Superman, I pepper him with bullets and then pop him with the green k bullet when he’s overconfident and blow his face off.
Problems: The Brain! Hawkman recruit! Dr Eld! Velocity-9! All of these are potential traitors or steps that can go wrong.
I don’t trust the Brain! He let a SHADE agent into our ranks
I don’t trust Hawkman, because he’s a Hawkman! Leopard and spots.
Dr Eld…he’s brilliant but I have my doubts about the Gold suit.
Velocity-9, it’s over thirty years old.
It’ll be fine
How would you know one eye?
STOP! PLEASE! Let me concentrate!
I pace around getting the feel of the suit when there’s a crackle on the handheld radio. It’s time. I break one of the rules I’ve lived by most of my life, I pick up the radio and speak into it.
“Operation Purple Smile…GO!”