Even Though What We Do is Wrong
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{I wonder how many times he’ll reload before he realizes those bullets aren’t doing shit?} “It’s Philly bro, I stopped asking why people do some of the shit they do a long time ago.” Sean replied hands extended with a bombardment of multi-colored flames bursting from the Iron gauntlets.
{So have you decided yet?”}
“On?” This time more gunmen raided the area, equipped with standard issue M4’. {So…what exactly is going on here” “Hell if I know, reroute power to front gauntlet.
{Sure thing} All the energy his suit could mass, push through each system until filling the gauntlets to critical mass. “You know what time it is!” {GROUND POUND!!!!!!!} Dropping his ironclad fist into the concrete, the Earth beneath them shook recoiling a devastating shockwave subsequently forcing the gunmen to the ground.
“Activate Magnetism” Sean directed. A silvery discharge push from the iron finger tips suspending all weapons just in front of him. {But I was asking had you made a decision on whether or not you wanted to publish the Editman comic thru Marvel or DC?}
“No, I haven’t” He replied tossing the weapons off to the side before moving forward wrist turret drawn. “Alright little bastards don’t move. I want you to know that you’re going to prison, and if you don’t already know. You’re going to MY prison suck on that!”
As Philadelphia’s crooked cops poured into warehouse, Sean pointed toward the gunmen. “Arrest them not me.” He was a black man flying around in a weapon of mass destruction, for all they cared he was a black man.
“Why would I want to sell my rights to them? So DC can make me suck 52 different times? Or so Marvel can team me up with an all-black crew only to cancel the book a month and a half later. Nah Son.
He said throwing his hands in the air before obnoxiously plowing through the concrete ceiling. {Slight Damage to the helmet. Estimated cost 4,000 dollars} “Hell had I known that this suit was so sensitive I would’ve came out of armor”
The Ruthlessly nosey “City of Brotherly Love” rest just under him, like New York and other major cities on the East Coast, Philly was a cesspool teeming with various cultures with distinct traditions. {“You know what’s crazy”} “What’s that bro?”
{“If Donald Trump ever gets voted President half of this city will be deported or enslaved to some degree} “Nah, he’ll be dead by Inauguration day” He coolly responded before maneuvering the mechanized assault suit towards North Broad.
“Janice.” [“Yes Mr. Smith] “Can you please call Paige Price please?” [Right away sir]
{You do know I could’ve called her…} “Man don’t come at me on some jealous b.s, She’s Paige’s A.I, your mine.”
“Hello” She answered, her voice was raspy, but not the innocent sexy raspy; the kind of raspy one would normally associate with bad breath.
“Ugh, I can smell your breath through the receiver” Sean joked.
“Where are you?”
“8th and Diamond… 9th and Diamond… 10th and Diamond. Stop me when you want” He was far too high for anyone to actually see him, but they could hear the propulsion. He could hear the kids below screaming in joy… actually it was fear. Sean likes to fly above them and piss as he passes.
“Are we still doing dinner later.”
“Maybe, I got a date tonight” He responded, descending on the Launchpad in douchebag fashion. “A date? A date with whom. We had plans Sean” There was disappointment in her voice, he could tell. {That’s what you get, now she’s attached, I told you, you can’t long stroke everybody}
“Jeeves she CAN hear you” {Oh… my bad}
“Anyways Paige, I’ve got a date with Samantha Collard, the little model chick on last months Cosmo. If everything goes according to plan I’ll be walking that run way”
They weren’t boyfriend and girlfriend, Paige and Sean; in fact at sometimes they downright hated each other. They’d screw around with one another a few times, but Sean usually masturbated afterwards.
“Paige, call the military and tell them phase 2 test of the suit are complete it’s good.” Concluding the call, he course through the automatic door eyes set on the Hennessy he’d bought just a few days ago; it was really the god of all cognacs.
{I see the sliding doors are finished, good. I was so tired of hearing you and Paige argue over who was going to open the door}
“Right, bitch makes just as much as I do, the hell she mean she can’t open the door for herself” He replied chasing the heavenly Henny with coke. “Hey do I have anymore loud left?”
[Mrs. Price..{Paige...go b!tch…just go} [Jackass. Mrs. Price stashed it in the bottom drawer in her personal quarters.]
“Thank you Janice” {Thank you Janice} Jeeves then mocked clearly jealous. {Look you’re going to have to choose, it’s either me or her} The irritated A.I barked.
“Well I mean if we’re talking from a professional standpoint, I’d choose Janice” {WHAT!?} “Dude she does everything I ask, and she doesn’t shut my suit off in midflight…jackass.”
“But you’re my bro. I mean you did save me when I was captured so I’d choose you” He continued. Moving from the kitchen to his bedroom, rummaging through the bottom drawer he found where Paige had taken the time to roll him three blunts. “Brah, you mean I been rollin all this time and this b!tch already knew how!?”
{Perhaps you should be a little more appreciative. Besides how could she NOT know, I told you she went to an HBCU}
“Whatever” He replied before taking the cup to his lips only to have it break forcefully against the metal mask. {Dude you still wearing the suit.}
“Crap…” He lamented hitting a central button to reduce the suit to a small orb around his chest. {Aren’t you going to clean the glass up?} “Nah Paige will get it when she gets in” {What a douchebag.}
Moving across the penthouse to a balcony overlooking Philadelphia, Sean took a seat a lit his spliff allowing the numerous sounds and repugnant smells of Philly to hit his noise. Really it was Camden, New Jersey; that place smelled like chitlins and quite often left dense smog over the city.
One of his favorite pastimes since being discharged from the Army was smoking weed, what made the activity so enjoyable was the crack heads often seen fighting below.
“SEAN!!!!!!” {There goes your high} Paige’s wail felt like an earthquake in his ears. “Yes…Paige” He replied unenthusiastically.
“What is this on the floor.” {It’s Henny, dumbass tried to drink it in the suit} “AGAIN!?” She screamed, this time directly in his face. “Look you’re the only one mad that it’s on the floor. So clean it up.”
“Not this time Sean, you’re going to clean it and I want it cleaned now!” {She sound serious}
“Do you really think you command the EDITMAN!”? Sean barked back mentally stirring his suit back on to his person. “You’re way to little to make threats like that to me!”
“Janice activate Switch” [Yes Ms. Price] Paige’s body flashed a vibrant white before transforming into her own assault vessel. “Where the hell…did you get that?” he asked completely confounded.
“The military authorized us two, you were so high last week you weren’t paying attention.” She replied placing her hand on Sean’s chest plate with copious amounts of concentrated light forming in the palms.
{Hostile energy detected} “Yeah no shit Jeeves, fine, fine Paige. I’ll clean the damn Hennessy no need to be all aunt flowy about it.”
“Anyways, you’ll have to cancel your little date. The Secretary of Defense would like a meeting with you. I think this’ll be of interest to you.”
Technically Sean was discharged from the Army, but shortly after his powers developed the SOD to enlisted him in high profile threats way to dangerous or confidential to use standard military personnel.
“How convenient I get a mission from them when I have a hot date later on.” He complained picking up the last of the Henny from the floor.
“Tragic. Anyways I ran a analysis” She started before being cut off.
“Anal?”
“What? Who said anything about Anal?”
“I thought you just did?”
“No, I said Analysis”
“Oh ok, but just so we're clear, you’re totally not down for anal”
“SEAN focus. I ran analysis on the chick that tried to probe you in the plane. She no doubt works for Apex Industries, but it appears she has some sort of terrorist ties in the Middle East.
“So you’re saying she works for OUR government.”
“Please Sean stop with the jokes” {Who’s joking} Jeeves co-signed.
“Anyways, she’s playing double agent for A.I and someone in the Middle East, the Secretary of Defense wants you to find out who.
{Well why the hell do we have to travel all the way to Washington if you just briefed us?”}
The irritated A.I spat, Jeeves hated military operations, when he was dormant. He watched Sean get attracted to the high-speed videos and trailers, but once in all he ever did was dispatch and attend Change of Command Ceremonies.
“Because Jeeves…it’s the military”
The Next Day, Washington D.C 1500
“So you see Mr. Smith you’ll enter on the Syrian Border near Ramadi, disarm the weapon caches in the area and neutralize the assassin working for Apex Industries.” The secretary of defense briefed tossing another dossier across the table. “So no back up?” Sean asked, skimming through the files with interest.
“Negative, we need you to go in alone. So we don’t jeopardize our assets in the surrounding area.” He explained, which didn’t sound right at all to Jeeves. {How does sending back up jeopardize assets?}
“I’m going to be honest with you, I feel like if I were a white guy I’d have back up” It was at that point that Paige’s heel connected with his shin. “Fine go to Syria, destroy the weapon caches neutralize the assassin. I got it, next time send it to me in an email. Fricken officers with useless briefs” He grumbled pushing away from the table.
“What do you wanna do now?” Paige asked trailing him by three paces. “I want to get on the first plane back to Philadelphia, I feel like any moment I’ll be in a slave catchers net.” He grumbled again clearly irritated.
{Dude it’s like 2016.}
“Your point?”
“We’re still slaves Paige! The people in prison {Irony!} Shut up Jeeves! The people who work for a living, soldiers we’re all slaves to a system that cares nothing for us. We’re all expendable, and instead of taking down the system we attack each other!”
Paige wasn’t entirely sure where this rant came from, but it was apparent through his firing execution, the blood shot stare and the massive strings of spit dangling from his mouth that he was indeed serious.
[Mr. Smith before you depart, you it might interest you to reorder some new class 5 for your expedition] Janice reported via a watch positioned on Paige’s right arm.
“They better have White Phosphorous,” He pouted, hailing a cab; he stood in awe as three of them sped right by him. “This that shit I be talking about” Sean didn’t like the south too much, yeah sure he had family down there, but he couldn’t respect people that ate chitlins.
After four failed attempts Sean finally settled on an uber, and made his way from downtown D.C toward Alexandria to update “Editman’s” ammo arsenal.
{Reports indicate the laser-guided hellfire’s are in stock. Oh yeah, Flachettes too} “Paige order new LOT’s for the suit. I need the condensed hellfire’s not the big shit. We can’t fit them things on the suit.” He explained, before heading down the hallway to take a shit.
“Jeeves, Janice. Download the new program. It’ll equip all the suits with sentry mode. Let’s get this ammo so we can SP to the middle east.
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