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Jack was starting to get used to his new demon form.He hadn't spent much time in it until recently and he liked it.He was more durable and stronger.Another thing he was getting used to was being back with the Order.Even though he had been away only a week or so on earth,years had passed in hell.Savage was still getting the cold shoulder from his teammates.Not all of them were ready to accept him after he had almost killed them,But they were getting warmed up to him after he had helped in the battle against Shadow's Heart.Although Savage's teammates were warming up to him he was not warming back up to them.He had liked being free even if he was in hell.Plus,he didn't like these people too much.
 
As much as Savage didn't like these people they did give him at least a temporary money source and reason to be back on earth.Savage did feel like something was missing from this team.He was quite sure what it was but he knew that it was probably because his older 'mentor' Egan was gone and had been for a while...

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#3  Edited By Timeflow

12:00 AM

 
Timeflow sat in his small lab.  He was worried.  He looked around, then saw what he was looking for.  A small needle.  He picked it up, and shoved the point into his arm.   It filled with red blood.  He turned, and grabbed a microscope slide.  He placed some of the blood on it.  He then grabbed his microscope and looked inside.  What he saw was horrible.   Then he turned, and, for the first time in years, began to sob.
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#4  Edited By Greg Gear

 

EARLIER

 
 “The charnel smell of rotting flesh filled Mortality's office. He had to do something about Jim. Putting that matter aside for the time being, he dialed a number on an old rotary telephone. A moment passed while a connection was made. "Greg Gear? It's time to fix up Egan." Without waiting for a response Mortality slammed the phone down and stalked out of the room. “
 
 

THE PRESENT


“Understood” said Greg then clicking the off button to the untraceable cellular phone of his, he sighed being in up New York allowed him to see his own breath. Stepping up he faced the mirror to get one last glance at himself at the apartment then slowly his hood descended over his face covering his identity. He power walked himself towards the subway station , moving along quietly as the boarded train moved with tremendous velocity and force. Grabbing hold of the railing he sat quietly to himself, and begin to count reverse string theory to him it brought a level of comfort not found anywhere else.  Pulling his left hand out of his right pocket he glanced staring at what looked like a small outdated Dataline Sync card, in his other pocket he firmly gripped plan B should the Order try to cross him over , grinning at the thought when the train’s voice spoke “Final Destination”. “Indeed it is” he said smirking as he got off the train.
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" Have you heard ? " Asked one of the guards that leaned beside the steel gate , " What ? " the other guard turned to him. " The boss's main HQ was attacked not long ago. " " Really ? " The other guard paused for a moment, " By who ? ". " They said they were attacked by a bunch of mercenaries called the Order of the Black Hand or something. " The other guard explained, which lead them to a rude gossiping. Meanwhile, below an incoming truck. Sir Night was hanging just a few inches above the road, planning and scheming under a very uncomfortable position. Heh... Ziev is not gonna see this coming. Sir Night smirked, revealing his gritted teeth underneath. The two guards that was laughing spontaneously beside the gate, had noticed the incoming truck and waved their hand as a signal to stop. And as the truck stopped, the two guards checked every corner of the truck, but still. Sir Night remained unnoticed, Lousy guards, Ziev's not paying them enough. he smiled, and the wheels starts moving again. A few minutes later, the truck stopped behind a line of trucks. They were unloading some crates out, probably some futuristic weapons and armors for the armory. I'll steal those later, now it's my time to move. Sir Night dropped to the ground, barely making a punting sound, and rolled to the side. It kind of hurts when he did that, as the streets were filled with gravels. Most of it punctured his skin, but with a few shakes, it all fell to the ground rattling. He then ran to the side of the building, and hid behind a tower's pillars.

The place was heavily guarded. 14 groups of guards can be spotted, marching relentlessly around the vicinity, while proudly singing their marching tune. " UNDER ZIEV WE FIGHT AND STAND, HIS EVERY WISH IS OUR COMMAND " " What kind of marching tune is that ? " Sir Night whispered, his face was filled with disgust. " Under Ziev we fight and stand ? His every wish is our command ? Oh god... " The epic fail that he had heard had manage to get a facepalm from the assassin, and as the tune and footsteps all fade away. Sir Night crouched his way towards a window, and peeked. Inside was two guards, and one of them was conveniently heading his way towards the window. Sir Night quickly ducked out of sight, he plans to pull the guard out and punched him. " Hey Joe, make me a cup of coffee would you ? I'm gonna get some fresh air. " The guard said, leaning his body back at the window. Sir Night pulled the guard out silently, covering the guard's mouth so he won't scream. " Sorry buddy, nothing personal " He jabbed the guard in the face, knocking him unconscious. " Hey here's your coffee Gordon.... Gordon ? " The guard that was making coffee search the room for his friend. But no luck. " He must be outside " Just when the guard has a sense of relief, Sir Night climbed in from the window and snapped his neck. " Where am I.... ? " Sir Night looked around aimlessly, until he saw a golden sign. " Security Room.... perfect. " 

The room was small, but it provides all the things that a guard with minimum wage could ever need. A coffee machine, a flat screen tv, a high tech computer, and even a fridge with lots of instant meals inside. " Alright let's sabotage their cameras and lasers. " Sir Night said, rubbing his hands together as he makes his way towards the computer. He then takes a seat, and accessed the security folders. " Sh!t.. ! a password... " He cursed, slamming his fists at the keyboard. Fortunately for him, the slamming fist typed the name BOB, which was the name of the guard he killed. " Oh.... what the heck ! " He pressed enter, a folder containing all the deactivation code for the security suddenly shows up in the screen, which means BOB was the correct password. " Thank you Bob for your simplicity " He smiled wickedly at the corpse behind him, and sets his sights back to the computer.

Sir Night had successfully hacked the security, all those cameras and lasers were all deactivated. He grinned at the thought, " Now I can finally get the gold " he said. Opening the red wood door, he went back into the field. " Let's see... the gold is in there. Which means, I'll have to do a little climbing. " Sir Night sprinted under the cover of night, swiftly climbing the outer walls as soon as the walls was on his grip. Reaching the final ledge, he pulled himself up using all the power he got, and climbed over the ledge. " Let's check out how many guards are down there " He said, peeking down at the guards through the glass roof. " Hmm... 1... 2.... 3.... 4.... 5.... 6.... 7.... " He pointed at the guards one by one, " 8... 9.... okay. The point is, they're a lot. So what should I do ? " He thought for a moment, lips tightened, hand rubbing under chin, and eyebrow raised. " Got it. " He threw a smoke pellet out to the open field, raising attention. The guards inside the building soon take notice, and rushed outside. Leaving Sir Night a chance, " Imbeciles " he said, jumping down to the black and white tile. Sir Night landed in a crouching position, his hands stretched out besides him. He then stood up, making his way towards the computer next to the vault. He needs to do this quickly, the guards will be back soon. So he sat on the chair, and typed up the the vault's passwords as quickly as he could. Sir Night had already obtain the password from his informant, so this part of the mission was easy. " Jackpot " His eyes gazed at the opening vault, revealing a golden paradise. Sir Night's eyes literally sparkled, his mouth was rather agape. But he does not waste time. And quickly went into the vault. Pulling out his bag, he puts in as many gold as he could. When suddenly the guards came in, and pointed out their guns. " PUT YOUR HANDS UP MISCREANT " The buff guard roared like a lion, saliva was flying out of his mouth. Sir Night reacting to him, merely peered at him and smiled. Of course, it made the guard mad, and so hell was unleashed. " FIRE " The guard ordered his men, and they all started shooting. It was raining bullets. But Sir Night manage to escaped it, by teleporting out.

He was teleported to the Order's HQ, bag of gold in hand. " I'm back " He notified the others innocently, " Hmm... it's quiet... too quiet. " he looked around cautiously and sarcastically, " But it's always quiet here. " he shrugged. Sir Night walked in, through the tunnels, and into a lab. There, he heard sobbing. A sign of sadness, that was given out by tears. " Hello... " He slides out from a table full of chemicals, and saw a saddened Timeflow. " You're crying ? " He said scornfully to the powerful being, " Words cannot describe how freaked out I am now. " he patted Timflow's shoulders. " Tell me... what made you cried ? " Sir Night tried to care, but failed, he almost gave out a chuckle. 

   

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#6  Edited By Agent 12

 Agent 12 sat pretending to read the paper. In reality he was actually plotting against each member of the Order. If it came down to it, he had a way to kill almost every member. Agent 12 looked up as he heard some crying. He sighed. For a bunch of assassins these guys sure had some emotional problems. He got up from his seat. He looked around to see if there were any witnesses. He spotted none, and thus continued with his work, his true work. He pulled out his cell phone. “Hello Agent 12.” The Doctor said. “How’s the infiltration job going?” Agent 12 didn’t respond for a bit, he was still checking for bugs on his phone. He found one, and zapped it with some energy. “Fine sir.” He finally responded. “The Order doesn’t seem very active, so they’re easy to follow. For now that is. There leader seems a bit…strange of late. I’ve been hearing about Egan the Vile a lot more lately. Something’s up, something big. I’ll give you more info as I can. Agent 12 out.”   Agent 12 closed his phone and put it in his pocket. He had a bad feeling about Egan the Vile. He’d heard stories of the cybernetic monster, but then again the tec that Egan possessed could help Advent out quite a bit. Agent 12 sad down, and began to pretend to read the paper once more. There was much planning to be done.  

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Adam sat in his room, methodically pounding a metal sheet with his fists whilst he muttered under his breath. "It's failure after failure after goddamn failure!" He was angry, and rightly so. First, the team had been almost killed in Arkham, then the whole Shadow's Heart deal, and above all, now Mortality was getting some technopath from outside the Order in to look at Egan. Adam had seen the cyborg once or twice. He had heard tales of it's ferocity. Now, it lay there, useless, powerless. Just as powerless as the Order had been against Shadow's Heart. Like a field mouse in the paws of a Bengal Tiger. Angrily, Adam lay a hand on the badly beaten metal plate, covering his body in a metal coating, before he grabbed the metal plate and threw it against the wall. It felt good to relieve stress through anger. Of course, Adam had always had anger management problems. He looked up, scowling under his silver hair as the metal seemed to drain off of him. His morale was fading just as fast as his loyalty. Of course, there weren't many other places he could go. The Order would have to crash before he could safely leave. And what with Timeflow, that wasn't likely to happen. But he heard sobbing lightly. A sign of weakness. He turned to the door and began to face the day. Even if it would, most likely, kill him, even with his healing factor.
 
He thought about his teammates. Mortality was definitely sure most of the team was upset, Sir Night was living how he had always lived, loud and untidily. Blood Storm was, as ever, an enigma. Agent 12, the new guy. For some reason, Mattersuit just didn't trust the guy. And Savage? Adam had distrusted him since Arkham. Egan wasn't the kind of guy you EVER wanted to meet, Adam had read his file, and concluded that at the first sign that Egan turns on the Order he would take the most sensible course of action he could think of. He was going to run for the hills and hope Egan couldn't find him.

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#8  Edited By Illness

Illness walked forward, his breath rattling the air as he passed people. "Excuse me." He rasped, his voice seemingly that of a phantom. "But where do I sign up?" His dark green skin and the toxic smoke exiting his nostrils made him seemingly monstrous. Of course, he hadn't always been like this. Once he had been a young man, foolish and irresponsible. And now look at what had happened. He was being alienated with every passing second. "I was just wondering because I heard this was a team whereby one might make a dishonest living." His hands stayed at his sides as he looked around, for someone, anyone to tell him where he could sign.

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#10  Edited By Greg Gear

I could see through the looking glass of emotions through the fear pain and agony of it all, and there stood before me pale short black hair boy holding what appeared to be an old plastic toy soldier. As the rain fell so did the child’s tears as if a veil of mist to hide his true expression of time, and the concept of loneness began to fly through me from the boy and I could tell the boy was none other then Aaron Egan. With a pale face grin pointed right at me he flickered away into the veil of Egan’s memories, leaving my mental vessel stuck in a single time line unable to move forward or back. Leaving me to wonder was this the curse that came with being Egan the powerlessness of a child with the ambition of a grown man? I laughed heavily before closing my eyes steadily focusing from the present into the future where I belonged. I awoke with an intense gasp of hair mind jumping the mind of a psychopath clearly had taken its toll on my body and mind and I began to slowly wonder could I bare to see the rest of the mind of a psychopath? I inhaled the cold air slowly preparing for the next dive hopefully more educated from the last one before. 

Egan’s cold lifeless body lay still on metal, I turned to my left picking up a small tape recorded figuring each moment of this man’s life meant something to someone and one day the puzzle that was Egan would unravel again and these voice notes would be all that was left as a how to guide on how to fix his mind. “Data log two as I enter the mind of the Jackal I am forever drenched in the blood of his kills the most terrifying part of the experiment is the deeper I go the more I seem to pull back some distant fragment of himself onto me am I a killer or a healer I wonder that question deep within the space of my mind repeatedly like a broken nail caught in my brain.” Before I begin to enter the host mind I unpackage a standard syringe pulling out a small spec of the host blood should it need future analyzation the rest of the order are oblivious to this action laying their full faith in my actions I grin at their lamb like innocence and proceed forward. I slowly place my finger spread right hand over his expose cerebral cranium, the neural net enzyme given to prevent nano cellular regeneration over his top skull seems to have to done it’s job I then close my eyes as I enter his cerebral cortex Matrix unsure of the dangers that lye within the mind of killer no, a monster.

I enter alone in black room surrounded by a thin veil of mist beneath my feat. I inhale a small amount of air fully knowing there is no air to breath, then collecting myself I step forward searching for a light that will pierce this ceaseless darkness. Close my eyes if only for a brief moment slowly to open them I awake to see a vast city but no population. A slight twitch to my neck can be felt as I turn to gaze at the full spectrum of the view. I see a small child atop a large skyscraper closing my eye’s to manifest at the top of the building. I find nothing only a small trace of breadcrumbs leading to the stairs to the sky view, I follow them innocently my error to a large dark room. The lights turn on and realize I am gagged within a steel wire of a puppet show, boy the boy quickly ascends adulthood becoming a man. I frown knowing I am trapped and bound by cruel puppeteer, with a sadistic sense of humor.

 

EARLIER TODAY

 

I was escorted to the grand design that was the lair for the Order of the Black Hand, truly the design of the room had not changed much over the centuries only the objects occupying the space within the walls. I was taken immediately to my room where I made hase planting several bugs into the walls that would eat into the cable lines of all the digital feed within the room. I was no fool the moment I learned to much or was of no more use I was dead so I planned ahead as I had no intention of entering the Grave of my father and his forefathers. I was cunning like a jackal like a wolf like a fox I grinned to myself quietly preparing for the beginning as well as the end.    

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Egan glared at the bound intruder, he had been a prisoner in his own mind so long he had no one to play with or talk to, even Pute's link to his mind had been cut, and now a technopath had entered, no, tresspassed into the one man army's most private domain, his mind.  
 
"You dare enter my mind?" Egan hissed with a look of hate filled violation comparable to a victim of rape, and then without warning, a smile emerged on Egan's face, The one Man Army stared at the man bound to the strings of his sadistic marionette and with a nod, Greg Gear was freed from his constraints, but Egan's fingers still danced in the shadows, and the hazy room echoed with the chatter of foot steps....  
Greg Gear would know fear as no one else could imagine as Egan's psychic form changed yet again, the flesh melted from his bone slowly and sickeningly revealing a skeletal visage, Egan then lifted a hooded cloak over himself taking the form of Death, the Grim Reaper, and a dark green light bathed over the two warriors of the virtual world as Egan once again picked up his marionette and three puppets dropped down, they resembled the one man army's closeset allies, Warsman, The Drifter, and Platinum Warrior, while Egan himself had taken the form of death, even in his twisted isolated mind the other members of the horsemen were important and symbols of aspects of Egan's own psyche, for Greg Gear to continue he would have to fight past this part of Egan's mental defense, breaking VILE-1's first mental barrier...

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 Matter breathed wearily as Mortality led the scrawny-looking man through towards the room where Egan's deactivated carcass lay. "Mortality bringin' in strays now?" He grunted. "Who's the geek?" He jogged down the step and shook off the metal that was coating his arms. He eyed the newcomer with disdain before moving past him and sitting in a chair with a metal baseball bat laying across his legs. With both hands on it, the muscles in his arms tensed and relaxed in turn as the metal coated them and then went back into the bat.
 
Adam Mercer was a good man once. But that was before he realised how fulfilling killing people was. He had several guns up in his room and two Desert Eagles were in fact in holsters on his belt, just waiting to be fired. He was itching for some action, as he had only recently healed fully from Nerx's attacks during the attack on the Shadow's Heart. He had had some pretty bad smoke inhalation, and that was even without the actual attacks. There was nothing he could do but wait. And wonder what would happen. Egan was dangerous. But if he was with the Order, then Mattersuit considered that it could be their saviour

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#14  Edited By Illness

Illness figured out that The Order of the Black Hand appeared to be falling apart due to members that seemed to be out of place with each other. He heard names of people. Mortality, whom appeared to be the leader of this group, Greg Gear, an outsider to the group, Egan. Illness met a dead end with that name. He hadn't a clue who this Egan was, simply that Greg was meant to be "bringing him back". Most of the group had clear strengths.
 
Illness seemed to glide across the room as he took a seat. "I am Illness...bringer of disease. All living things in my path become ill. I can sense disease, and give people diseases without touching them." He sat calmly as he breathed again.