Marvel Mayhem: American Tyrant #10
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AIDS Base, Hidden Somewhere in the Sierra Nevada Mountains - 19:30PM
Sitting wired into the chair the flickering pink figure sent a pulse of sound into the arms of the seat. Seconds later a view screen descended, mesmerising patterns darting across the screen.
“Hello, can I speak to Miss Knight please?” The figure stated in a feminine voice, one that echoed behind the seat becoming deeper and more masculine.
“This is Knight.” The voice on the other end announced. “Can I ask who is calling please?”
“My name is Melody, I need your help one of the monsters who attacked the Fantastic Four threatened to kill me if I didn’t help him.” The figure announced.
“Miss, can I have your location? My team will protect you.” Misty asked as the sound of typing could be heard in the background.
“Yes he call himself Cauldron and he’s hiding in the dockyards at St Louis, please come…” The figure stopped before waving his hand over the screen, a female scream and a buzzing dial tone flooding the line. Getting to its feet the figure walked across the room to a table loaded with ammunition and picked up a round before sonically propelling itself across the room.
“Scientist Supreme the assassin is here to pick up his hardware.” A computerised voice buzzed as a concealed door in the floor opened and a figure wearing hunting leathers and a bush hat emerged from the floor below.
“Ah Mr Deadshot my friend, I have a request to ask of you.” The figure buzzed in a masculine voice.
“I owe you Klaw, so who is it you need dead?” Deadshot asked as he approached the table and ran his hand over the hunting rifle sitting in a hard case alongside a high quality scope.
“It’s who I may need dead, I have people working on capturing my one time ally Cauldron but should they fail I will need you to silence him permanently.” Klaw stated as he created a solid sound model of Cauldron. “The rounds I’m giving you are designed to cut through the arcane protection on his body and pierce his hide. As long as Cauldron is silenced I will pay your fee, but not till I’m certain he’s not going to talk.”
“You worried the Fantastic Four will come after you for what you did at JFK?” Deadshot asked as he took some ammunition and loaded it into the case.
“No, it’s not the Spastic Four I’m worried about. Not this time.” Klaw buzzed before returning to his seat. “It’s what Richards unleashed to hunt us that I fear.”
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Haus der Buße Military Base outside of Hanover, Germany - 06:32 AM, 30 Days after the arrest of the Chameleon
The Juliet hovered over the Haus der Buße, Germany’s premier security station, the squat cold war bunkers overshadowed by a gleaming glass spire that caught the morning sunlight and shone it across the base. Leading his team forward Nick Fury still couldn’t help feel a little paranoid about being here, back during the aftermath of the Second World War he’d been sent here to take down a Nazi war criminal. Not only had he failed but it had cost him his eye as well.
“Halt.” A man dressed in black and red armour ordered as a team of security agents formed up behind him, their hands resting on their assault rifles. “Herr Fury we were expecting you but not these others. You may take one inside with you but the others must stay out here.”
“Secret Warriors this is Hauptmann Deutschland, Germany’s premier hero and a man who I’ve had the pleasure to fight alongside.” Fury told his followers, “Mockingbird while Telemetry and I are inside you’re in charge, not that I am expecting any trouble from these guys but still be alert.” He added as Telemetry walked over to his side and the pair of them were led towards the nearest bunker by Hauptmann Deutschland. Reaching the reinforced door the trio entered and walked through a toughly modern security checkpoint and into a waiting room where two familiar figures were waiting for them.
“Captain, Madame Romanoff.” Hauptmann Deutschland stated with a respectful nod to the former who returned it briskly. “Since Herr Fury is now here we can proceed to inspect the body.” He added as Fury walked over to Captain America and looked him in the eyes.
“Something wrong Nick?” Captain America asked as he saw the Black Widow shift slightly in the corner, her hand resting on her holster.
“Nope.” Nick answered. “Oh Captain,” he announced causing both Captain America and Hauptmann Deutschland to turn and look at him. “Ah just you Germany, can you lead me and my associate to the nearest bathroom, the toilets on the Juliet have blocked up and…”
“I shall.” Hauptmann Deutschland announced as he motioned for Nick and Telemetry to follow him down a corridor before walking into an empty office. “I assume this isn’t about plumbing Herr Fury, but rather about the impostors that you found ready to greet you.”
"You knew?" Fury asked, his question completely devoid of surprise or amazement.
“I suspected.” Hauptmann Deutschland replied, “We have credible Intel that the Black Widow is dead and I called Herr Rogers shortly after his facsimile arrived. Unfortunately we couldn’t act without it appearing as if I and my countrymen were returning to form.”
“We can handle it.” Telemetry stated quietly. “Mockingbird this is Telemetry, be on the lookout for an attack, we may have hostiles looking to claim the Skull’s body.” She added before getting an inaudible response. “How are we going to handle it Colonel Fury.”
”Give them what they want and then take it from them.” Fury answered. “Thank you for the use of the facilities Captain, now shall we see the Skull and his message for me?”
**
Baxter Building, New York - 00:13AM
The man dressed in a white cat suit and a black leather jacket shifted nervously as he waited in the lobby of the Baxter Building, the Petri dish he was holding pulsating slightly as the compound inside flashed from green to red in an ominous fashion. After five minutes he pressed the intercom button again but got no response, the substance pulsating ever more violently with every second that passed.
“Hello.” A voice asked as a figure stumbled in behind him. Turning the man saw the familiar face of Sue Storm dressed in unfamiliar clothes consisting of a purple halter top and black leather pants , her midriff bleeding from a nasty cut that was mirrored by a blackened left eye. “Kevin right are you looking for me?” She asked before doubling over and vomiting on the floor.
“It’s Kasper, but when I’m working everyone calls me the White Tiger. Are you alright Miss, you look as if…” Kevin asked only to be cut off by an increase in pulsing from the sample.
“I’m fine.” Sue cooed before falling into her pool of vomit and laughing. “Do you find me attractive?”
“I am a friend of your husband and it is he who I seek.” Kasper stated. “This mould was found growing on the skin of several drug addicts. I was hoping Reed could…”
“Reed is never here. Never here…for his family.” Sue slurred. “He forgets that…” Before she could finish the massive rocky figure of the Thing stomped in, a grim look spread across his face.
“Sorry about Suzy, she keeps slipping away from me, all we were doing was going out for one drink and then she vanishes on me.” The Thing groaned. “Please tell Stretch about this, while I worry about Suzy and the kid after Valeria was killed it’s Reed who it’s affected worst of all.”
“What do you mean; Doctor Richards seemed so level headed at the funeral and afterwards at the wake?” Kasper asked.
“It’s not something that he’s done or said or anything it’s just…” Ben stopped and looked around before shaking his head. “Nah its nothing.” He sighed as he picked up a squirming cackling Sue and stomped to the lift. “Try going to Pym with your mould,” he stated as the doors opened, “maybe he can help you because you won’t get any from here.”
“Tell Reed I stopped by.” Kasper said as the doors began to close. “And give him my hopes that his family recovers soon.”
“Ha.” Ben snorted as the doors slammed in front of him. “There’s no hope left in this building anymore.”
**
Haus der Buße Military Base outside of Hanover, Germany - 07:01 AM, 30 Days after the arrest of the Chameleon
The doctor looked nervously at the assorted costumes standing around him before removing the sheet covering the body to reveal a man with shrivelled grey skin, the bullet hole bored into his forehead staring blankly back at the people in the room around him like a third eye.
“So which one is it?” Fury asked bluntly as the doctor turned away and brought back a tray containing a section of the corpse’s stomach.
“DNA tests are pending.” The doctor mused as he handed the tray to Fury. “It is this that caused us to include you in the operation.” He added as Fury looked at the words cut into the stomach before handing them to Telemetry. “What does Operation Polydectes mean to you Herr Fury?”
“Why are you asking me?” Fury grunted as the doctor removed a bone saw and a face mask, powering up the former and placing the later over his mouth.
“From what we know Operation Polydectus was a post war operation to replace the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom with a pro Soviet Union puppet leader.” Hauptmann Deutschland told the others. “There wasn't much left but what I read was curious, you would assume such a plan was conceived behind the Iron Curtain but it appears to have come from within SHIELD and was signed for release by an Agent Katz.”
“Wait what?!” Fury spat. “What are you implying?”
“Gentlemen what are we going to do with the Skull’s body?” Captain America asked as he shot a glance at the Black Widow.
“Well we don’t want his grave site to become a place of pilgrimage for HYDRA and the remnants of the National Socialist Party allied to those schweinhunds.” Hauptmann Deutschland told him before turning to Fury. “I assumed you would take him Herr Fury?”
“Yeah and burn his rotten corpse in a blaze so hot that nothing is left.” Fury replied as Telemetry nodded and walked to the corner of the room. “Of course we’ll need the Doctor to release him to SHIELD but once he does the Skull will be nothing but ash and smoke.”
“What makes you think I’ll sign him over to you?” The doctor snarled as he sneered behind his mask as Captain America and Black Widow drew their handguns and levelled them at Fury and Hauptmann Deutschland.
“Commander Elise this is Rumlow, being landing troops and carve us a path out of here.” Captain America ordered with a snarl as the Doctor brought a body bag out from under the title and waved his saw at Fury, gesturing for him to put the corpse in the container for transport. “Malpractice and I have the body; all that’s left is for us to dispose of the witnesses.” He hissed before turning off the radio link in his ear. “Sin baby, they are all yours.” He told the faux Black Widow, a massive sadistic grin stretching across her face before aiming the gun at Fury’s head and pulling the trigger.
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