"I've been set up. Hoodwinked. Played. Whatever you wanna call it. The moment I get back to Earth I find my accounts completely empty with no trace as to how it happened. With all the resources I have at my disposal I couldn't find any footprints to follow. Even the ZNEO-tech in my Ranger suit could not compute how this happened.Which was the most puzzling seeing as how it was other-worldly and more advanced then anything on the playing field. I was blindsided. Whoever did this was a ghost who phased into the cyber vaults that held my intangible yet substantial assets and made out with my life savings.I wasn't exactly worried about the funds but this was obviously a cry for attention, which was confirmed by the note they left. "The Hunter becomes the Hunted." I chuckle to myself at the thought of some worthy adversary , lord knows it's been a awhile since I solved a good mystery. Cryosleep on a spaceship gets to you after a while and I need to stretch my legs. No one I knew in the superhero circuits could tell me anything except that the quantum encryption was bypassed and corrupted by a virus that was somehow manipulated from an outside force. I already knew that when I did my own initial scan but I triple check with a liason from Langley anyway. She said the geeks down at S.H.I.E.L.D HQ were saying the same thing. This was someone who seemed like a true professional with a deadly grudge.
I call my contact who works as a messenger for the League of Shadows , and she agrees to give me any information she can find out there in the criminal underworld.I hate getting mixed up with the Family of Assassins, to much bad blood and too many hotheads but this is turning out to be a job for dirty hands.The gorgeous brunette who worked closely with the most dangerous group of killers on the planet came back and could answer none of my questions. She could do nothing except tell me that a certain agency wished to hire me specifically for a job, and that she wished to hire me for one also. Hours later I get up from the California king and begin to think as I light a cigarette and enjoy the penthouse view of Gothic city, the beautiful killer sleeps with a slight purr that confirms her Tigress handle. Piecing everything together while I soaked up nicotine and the city vibes , I realized the agency that sent me the contract was most likely just a front , and this contract was my only lead . I decided it was time to fall of the grid.
I paid my contact/fun for the night with a few gold bars I had locked in a floor safe in the loft, then left without a sound. She'll be fine. A girl like her was smart enough to know that I was about to go to war, and she was more then numb to the death that war brings. I left a note on the table.
"Contracted accepted."
I headed to one of my safehouses which was discretely tucked in a rat hole underneath Bludhaven Bridge. It stunk but I was going dark because I had a feeling someone was coming for me soon and I needed to gear up for the mission. I knew this job was going to get heavy as I downloaded terabytes of data on my target. I didn't plan on killing anyone, I swore I wouldn't for a long time , but this target was likely to kill me if I gave her the chance. Speeding through the cache of information that was streaming furiously down my HUD in digital scrolls, I tried to find any link possible between the target and the agency. Nothing , but man was she lethal.
I headed up to the roof and the physical arsenal I carried on me was almost weighing me down, which is saying alot. I figured I couldn't rely on any of my tech any more because I was under fire virtually , but I made sure my Deus Ex Machina Weapons system was still online as I ran across the Gothic city skyline , feeling at home once again. Surprisingly, or not, my target was close and I reached the destination with a fair amount of help. Someone was throwing a party. My luck was seeming to fade more and more which was extremely odd considering it was one of my powers but I'm also extremely adaptable. I was gonna have to pull this off in front of alot of people and by the looks of it famous people, and the media. Nothing more risky then people snapping youtube videos of a blacked out mercenary trying to murder someone.
I opt to play cloak and dagger instead, setting up the sniper with a gel round fixed with a tracer, it'll hurt her like hell but it'll also get her attention. My probability altering wave lets me know it's still there when she shows up directly in my crosshairs, the shot couldn't be easier as I send one flying directly at Ashley Mooreland's chest.
"Come and get me kitty cat."
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