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what a combination...

Home alone

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Welcome to Writers Guild Presents!

First up this week, we have @tommythehitman with Sharpshot VS Predator #1!

Gotham City. Months Ago. The Villains Bar Massacre.

"I don't know Doc... New Orleans doesn't seem like a wise investment..."

Doctor Domestic frowned as he slammed his fist on the table making his henchman jump back in surprise.

"Well what are we supposed to do?!" The Doctor yelled angrily as he stood up. "Stay in Gotham?! With the Bat?! And... the Robins... and Catwoman... Jesus there are a lot of them nowadays!"

"But boss..." The Henchman muttered slowly. "Doesn't New Orleans have superheroes? I don't think we're gonna escape those guys by moving to Rabbit County."

Doctor Domestic opened his mouth to speak only to be interrupted by the sound of crashing glass. He looked up to see a figure clad in a yellow and black costume smashing through the skylight window before landing on the ground. Everyone stared at the figure in surprise.

"Evening!" Sharpshot said as he pulled his pistols out and opened fire. Doctor Domestic yelled in surprise as a bullet whipped into his shoulder making him fall to the floor and knocking the table over. The good Doctor gasped as he saw several other bar patrons collapsing to the floor as bullets tore through their bodies.


Several Minutes of Non-Stop firing later...

"Play dead Herbert... play dead... he's an idiot. He won't think to check the bodies... oh god where the hell is Batman?!"


"Oh my god was that a click? Have his guns stopped firing?!"

"Another fine job done!" Doctor Domestic heard Sharpshot say cheerfully before he turned and walked out the front door. After several minutes of playing possum the Doctor finally worked up the courage to stand up. He gritted his teeth in pain as he leaned against the wall.

"...can't... go out the front entrance..." Doctor Domestic muttered as he limped towards the kitchen. "...still... a wanted man..." He kicked the back door open as he limped into the filthy alley way.

"Sounds like a real party in there!" A hobo muttered as the Doctor walked past him. The Doctor sighed as he pulled a pistol out of its holster and shot the man in the face. The Doctor was a Z-Lister. Yet he was an evil Z-Lister.

"I can make it..." Domestic muttered as he aimed the pistol forward in case anyone else showed up.

">Another fine job done!<"

Domestic froze as he heard the wiry metallic voice. His eyes darted as he tried to search for the speaker.

"What the hell?!" He yelled angrily. "Where are you?!"


Domestic screamed as he felt himself being raised into the air, two thin blades penetrating his chest. After a few seconds of intense pain Domestic dropped to the floor on his side. He watched as a cloaked figure stood over him.

"What... what the hell are you?" Domestic asked as his vision started to flicker. The creature offered no reply as it leaped away onto the rooftops before landing on a Cathedral Spire. The creature breathed heavily beneath it's breathing mask as it stared at the figure wearing the yellow and black costume in the streets below.

"And how do you think your allies in the Justice League will react to your new methods?"

"New?! What do you mean?!" Sharpshot yelled as he talked to the blonde reporter just outside the Villains' Bar.

"You've never killed before." The reporter replied. Sharpshot tensed up awkwardly.

"Oh... well... I think they'll be proud of the work I've done and I hope they'll understand the reasons for WHY I killed those guys tonight!"

The Predator was silent as it watched the Prey prattle on to the female. It tapped it's wrist computer as it faded away into the night.

"<...Killed before...>" The Predator glanced at its trophy belt. It would be a good hunt...

Now. Metropolis. Lexcorp.

"Pew, Pew."

Sharpshot sighed with boredom as he lay belly down on top of the skyscraper rooftop. He glanced at the sniper rifle he was holding with distaste.

"Mommy, can I get a different weapon?" He muttered to no one in particular.

"You need that Sniper Rifle, Davis." The voice of Amanda Waller said in Sharpshot's ear. "Unless you have X-Ray vision that we don't know about." Sharpshot's silence was it's own reward. "Didn't think so. Now... you're ready for your mission?"

"Uh... yeah." Sharpshot muttered as he stood up. "The mission! I am TOTALLY on board with the mission!"

Amanda sighed through the com. "Several weeks ago our agents received reports of Alien Technology being discovered in the Antarctic. We sent a team over to investigate only for them to encounter resistance in the form of Lexcorp. Our team was forced to retreat and Lexcorp got away with the Technology. We want it back. Which is why you're here."

"Cool!" Sharpshot asked as he stretched his arms upwards. "So what exactly am I doing?"

"Your sniper rifle is equipped with a powerful thermal scope, it'll allow you to see exactly how many people are inside that building. Now I need you too-"

"Sniper Rifle?" Sharpshot asked. "What sniper rifle?" He smiled to himself as he kicked the Sniper Rifle off the side of the roof.


"Face it Waller." Sharpshot said as he pulled his pistols out of their holsters. "If I'm working for you... we're doing this MY way!" Sharpshot chuckled as he pulled out his grapple gun and aimed it towards a nearby window. "It's show time!" He laughed as he fired the hook upwards.

"<Show time...>"



Sharpshot smiled as he smashed through the window and rolled behind an office desk for cover. A split second later the sound of gun fire was heard as the Security teams opened fire at the desk he was cowering behind.

"Okay... maybe this wasn't the best idea after all!" Sharpshot yelled. "Waller give me the info on Luthor's Security team!"

"They're all Mercenaries. Involved in the sieges of several small African Villages recently."

"Cool!" Sharpshot yelled as he heard the click of the mercenaries guns. He stood up and pointed his pistols at them. "Bon appetit guys!" He yelled.


Sharpshot leaped over the desk and ran down the hallway over the goons dead bodies. He paused as he waited for the elevator.

"Right Waller... so where is this 'totally not related to the main story' alien tech?" Sharpshot asked as he slammed the Elevator button.

"Should be on the top floor. In Luthor's office."

"Will Luthor be there?" Sharpshot asked as the elevator music played blissfully.

"Negative. He's busy chasing after his son and his Symbiote."

"...Right. So..."


Sharpshot stared in surprise as the elevator doors opened.

"Holy frak that was fast!" Sharpshot yelled as he stepped out of the door glancing around.


"Klick?" Sharpshot yelled as he felt the arm cannon press up against his neck. "What is is with all the Klicks today?"

"INTRUDER. DROP YOUR WEAPON!" Aria, Luthor's robotic android whirred as her Cannon pushed against Sharpshot's head.

"Why did Luthor create a FEMALE android?" Sharpshot asked to nobody in particular. "In fact... wouldn't it have made sense to create a really fat, ugly android? That way nobody would expect it when she ATTACKED!" Sharpshot grunted as his elbow slammed into Aria's face knocking her backwards in surprise. He turned quickly as his foot smashed into her chest knocking her to the ground. "Jeez... Luthor has weird fetishes." He muttered as he trained his gun on Aria's face.


Sharpshot grunted in surprise as a blast of energy smashed into his chest from Aria's hand cannon knocking him to the floor. He looked up to see Aria staring down at him.

"Hostile neutralized. Extermination in pro-"


The android stopped in mid sentence as two blades pierced her stomach causing fake blood to drip from her wounds.

"HOLY CRAP!" Sharpshot yelled in surprise as the Android's body collapsed on top of him. He pushed it off as he felt the robot's blood drip into his costume's fabric before standing up. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!" Sharpshot screamed as he tried to back away from the body. He stopped when he bumped into something.

"<What the hell are you?>" A cold voice asked. Sharpshot slowly turned around to see the Predator staring down at him.

To be continued!

And then we have @impurestcheese with Marvel Mayhem: Crimson #3 (continued from The Writers Guild Presents: 3/28/2014)

Dimitri and Angela stopped outside the Las Vegas branch of the Bar with No Name, a hole in the wall that shook as the patrons drowned their sins in the bottom of their beer glasses.

“I thought this place was in New York?” Angela asked.

“Net*. After Scourge bombed the establishment in New York the bartender packed up shop and moved down here.” Dimitri told her. “As your American movies say, ‘never before will you see a viler hive of scum and villainy.”

“I still don’t understand why I have to wear this costume?” Angela asked as she placed an armoured mask on her face that matched the jet-black bodysuit she was wearing. “Do I even look like Black Racer?”

“Enough to confuse the drunks.” Dimitri answered as he flexed his armoured shoulders. “We’re looking for a man called the Profile. He knows everything that’s going on in this city.”

“And the fact that there are going to be some of the worst criminals in the word between him and us?” Angela asked as Dimitri opened the door for her.

“Please none of the clients are anything close to being the big players of the villain world.” Dimitri answered as they reached the metal detectors in the foyer of the bar. Leaning on the counter Dimitri turned and glared at the coat-check girl as she sat there open mouthed. “See if I’m the biggest villain here then the others are no problem.” He told Angela as she strutted through the metal detectors into the main bar. All around the bar were drinking super villains, each of them seemingly unaware of who had just walked into the room.

“Okay where is this guy?” Angela asked as Dr Sax and Johnny Guitar started to strike up the band and play their latest hit from their new album Dazzle Dayz.

“Over there.” Dimitri stated as he spotted a man sitting in the shadow with a lit cigarette in his hand. “We just have to make sure…”

“Oh wow! You’re the Crimson Dynamo!!” A voice called as Gamecock walked out of the men’s room. “Hey guys look who’s here.”

“In case that happens?” Angela asked. “You said that you’re the most dangerous man in the room; have fun while I talk to The Profile.” She added as the various low level criminals gathered around him.

“Listen guys I can’t talk I’m in the middle of a…” He stopped as something small crawled up onto his shoulder and he saw the muzzle of a gun swim into view.

“Talk?” Gamecock snorted. “Somebody is paying us good money to remove non American criminals from the area Ruskie.”

“I thought you were citizen of Mandipoor?” Dimitri asked as he surveyed the room. He recognised a lot of the criminals as low level thugs and bail jumpers; he wouldn’t even need his weapons to deal with these jokers, still words and money were deadlier weapons in this situation. “How much is your employer paying you?” He asked. “Is it worth tussling with somebody like me?”

Gamecock looked at the others before turning to where Angela was talking to the Profile’s bodyguard in the corner. “Hey Black Racer!!” He yelled. “There’s two million a piece on this guys dome! You want in?” He asked.

“Uh sure.” Angela answered as she walked over. “Whoa that’s the Crimson Dynamo! You sure we can take him?” She asked.

“Oh we can take him!” A tall man with a scar running over his eye hissed. “Name’s Big Wheel and this motley gang is my crew the Wheels of Injustice. Ain’t nothing personal Red its just business.” he added.

“Da so is this.” Dimitri sighed before shaking his head and knocking off the diminutive Elf holding a gun at his head. Before he could move even further the rest of the villains dog-piled him, the majority only holding on for a few seconds before being flung off save for the snake headed felon known as Slither. Unhinging his mouth the villain bit down on the armoured helmet of the Crimson Dynamo armour, his fangs splintering before receiving a punch from Angela.

“Okay partner it’s two on eight so who exactly are we dealing with?” She asked as a woman armed with swords slashed at her only for the undercover agent to slip under her guard and push her back into the ranks of the Wheels of Injustice.

“Big Wheel appears to be the leader; the others are Gamecock, Slither, Elf with a Gun, Porcupine, Eel and what appear to be new versions of Screaming Mimi and Coldheart.” Dimitri answered as he slammed a fist into the Eel’s jaw sending him flailing to the floor. “Curious I thought the Eel was in prison after that fiasco in New York.”

“I was but an unknown benefactor paid my bail.” The Eel hissed as Angela kicked the Elf with a Gun into Gamecock, the pair of thugs toppling to the floor.

“This is so unfair.” Porcupine whinged as he tackled Dimitri, forcing him away from the Eel. “We only joined because we needed the money to start our own radio series in the back room of the bar.”

“Maybe you should have just said no and got a job.” Dimitri answered as he removed a pair of embedded quills from his armour.

“Shut up and do what I tell you!!” Big Wheel roared as he ran out the bar. “Hold them in place so I can turn them into roadkill.” He ordered as Screaming Mimi let out an ear splitting moan that drowned out the sounds of the band.

“Hey b***h!!” Johnny yelled as Sax nodded to him. “Stop horning in on our gig!!” He ordered before striking a power cord that sent the members of the Wheels of Injustice scuttling backwards.

“Cowards!!” Gamecock yelled as the floor started to rumble and the Big Wheel smashed through the front of the building. Freezing like a rabbit caught in headlights Gamecock stood stock still as the Wheel slammed into him and, the force of the blow sending him crashing into the bar. Spinning around the Big Wheel locked onto Dimitri and charged straight at him, his target standing stock still as he got closer.

“Dimitri move!!” Angela yelled as she dived out the way. Beneath his helmet Dimitri smiled before sidestepping the speeding wheel and ripped the gyroscope out, the damage causing the big wheel to fall on its side with a thud.

“Anyone else?” Dimitri asked as the rest of the Wheels of Injustice pulled the wincing form of Big Wheel out of the wreckage,

“This isn’t over!!” Big Wheel snarled as his team-mates dragged him away leaving Gamecock slouched against the bar. As they left the sound of sarcastic applause sounded and both Angela and Dimitri turned to see the Profile clapping as he walked towards them.

“For a show like that the information is on the house.” The Profile stated as he lit up a second cigarette. “Or what’s left of it. That address is where Simpson’s drug source can be found. But I’d be careful if I were you.”

“Careful?” Angela asked. “What do you know that you’re not telling us about?”

“Let’s just say Simpson’s partners have some very advanced ideas about the product he’s shifting.” The Profile stated as he took a long drag on his cigarette, “Very advanced indeed.”

#7 Posted by The Poet (8199 posts) - - Show Bio

I'm going to flip a coin myself and pick…

Best Splash Page.

We can do Best Variant Cover next month! :)

works for me :) I look forward to voting in that catagory (and the next one)

#8 Posted by The Poet (8199 posts) - - Show Bio

oh! right! wild card! I knew there was something I had forgotten...

@manneffest said:

Also, how about "Best WTF Moment", "Best Splash Page", "Best Variant Cover", "Best Romance", or "Best Takedown"? Just throwing some out there :)

I'm definitely for these three topics, the other aren't a bad shout either.

If I had to pick one it would probably be "Best Variant Cover", but nice shout-outs on some ideas for the Wild Card category manneffest!

I agree with enigmalantern. those are some great ideas, Manneffest (I didn't say that before though but I meant to). Personally, I would go with Best Splash page since I have some nice choices for that this month. However, Best Variant could be interesting as well...

If we had to pick between those two (Poet is just eliminating the others althought they are good...just to save time), which would you choose? I am giving the choice to someone else...either one works, so I could flip a coin if no one comments/decides for me.

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Welcome to Writers Guild Presents!

Starting us off this week is the guy who started the Writers Guild in the first place...the one (and honestly hopefully only) @dngn4774

Liberator’s Universe: Featherman #1

Arc 1- Light as a Feather

Part 1: Three Strikes

The Pantheon Hotel, Greece

The government agent sat unconsciously bounded to his chair as three intruders hovered over his body. Like vultures they waited for nature to take its course and slowly deliver a reward for their patience. Gradually the Agent’s eyelids batted repeatedly as the middle aged man came to. Before him he saw three blurred silhouettes come into focus. The agent had never met these people before but he recognized their presence to be a bad omen. To the left was a young latina wearing a white dress and a black shawl, to the right stood a large muscular man with brown hair dressed in a plaid shirt and blue dungarees, and finally, in the center, was a blonde haired man dressed in a fine suit that looked even more expensive than his own.

“Tell me…Ian, do you know what the definition of insanity is? As Mr. Franklin once put it, insanity is doing the same thing in the same way and expecting a different result. Unfortunately for you, nothing drives me more insane than having to correct the mistakes of crazies such as yourself.”

The tall man removed the tape. Ian grimaced as the adhesive peeled off of his lips.

“You’re dead you little sh*t! Do you know who the h*ll I am!”

The blonde rolled his fingers signaling for the hostage to be re-gagged.

“Why, yes…that’s why I’m here. You are the corrupt Head of the World Security Agency, but you still don’t fully understand whowe are. See that’s the problem with men like you; you assume that the badge on your chest puts you at some advantage when you negotiate with us. He leaned in closer to whisper. “It doesn’t.”

Ian started to panic as he fidgeted in the chair.

“HWP! HWP!” He screamed before being punched in the face.

“That’s not going to help.” The girl pouted as she began twirling he shawl. She danced towards a bag near the bed, pulling out a dish, and placed it between his feet before walking back to the bed.

The blonde man cleared his throat. “Do you like baseball McNair? It happens to be one of my favorite sports. As you might already know, in that game they have this thing called a three strike rule, where a batter is allowed to keep attempting to get a hit until he misses three pitches in the strikezone.”

“I really enjoy that rule because it accounts for human error. We all know that no one is perfect but you and I had an agreement with one another. You promised that you could get the Face to talk, and I promised to pay you handsomely. Unfortunately you were unable to live up to your end of the bargain; in fact, I can’t really imagine how you could have screwed up any worse than you already have. Agent Farrell is dead, Denisof and his lover are now in protective custody, and Roberts actually knows your name and face because you directly threatened her. What’s more disappointing is that within mere minutes after our generous tip that you were about to be questioned, you booked a flight back to DC for what I can only assume to be some cowardly, half-assed attempt to trade information on the Black Prince for immunity.” He leaned back in his chair and clasped his hands. So let’s do a brief review: you have acted insanely, habitually failed at your tasks, attempted to snitch, and most importantly, you have become a liability. Am I missing anything?”

“Nada en absoluto jefe.” The girl said.

“What she said.” The tall man affirmed.

“Well than that brings our discussion to an end.” He turned his head to the tall man and nodded. “Batter up!”

The tall man smirked. McNair screamed hysterically through the tape as the intruder came closer. The blonde man in the suit whistled the melody to Take Me Out to the Ball Game whilst the female pulled a knife from her bag and joined her associate.

The tall man flipped Mcnair upside down as the young woman slit his throat with the knife. He carefully shook the body as she steadied the bucket beneath McNair’s head. Once the last drops of blood were spilt the tall man had cut the restraints and laid the corpse gently on the carpet. The girl quickly drank all of the blood out of the bucket.

“That’s disgusting Maya,” the tall man sneered.

She licked her lips and palms. “All done!” As she walked to the bathroom to wash up, she stuck her red tongue out at her associate, causing him to wince.

The blonde man rose to his feet and brought both chairs back to the table. There, he placed a blank sheet of paper onto the desk. He pressed down on the page and mumbled a few words. As he raised his hand a signed note from Ian McNair had appeared on the sheet. He walked back and traced his fingers over the carpet and the corpse’s throat. The knife wound closed and all additional blood spatters had vanished. He rolled up the blinds and touched the window as the tall man propped up McNair’s body. “You ready Thane?” He asked, looking back at the tall man.

“Sure thing”

The bulletproof glass disappeared as the body flew out of the opening. The blonde man waved his hand, making the window reappear. As Maya came out of the bathroom, she placed the bucket and the knife back in the bag. The three intruders exited the room and casually walked out of the hotel.


Earlier, in El Salvador

It had only been a few minutes after the church had opened its doors. The preist was sweeping up the pillars, in preparation for the sermon that would soon take place in a few hours. Suddenly the Father heard a click as he noticed that two teenagers had snuck behind him. Neither of the boys could have been older than 16 but both were had webs tattooed on the backs of their hands, a trademark of the local gang known as las arañas (the spiders).

“Give us the offerings now!” One of the boys yelled.

The priest shook his head stared back into their eyes. “You’ll have to shoot me.”

Pendejo!” The other boy snarled, before pistol whipping the clergyman on the head.

The boys skirmished around the altar then ran off with the tray of money. The cleric groaned as he slowly came to. As he rose to his feet he noticed a white, blonde haired man sitting on the recently swept pillar.

“Rough day?” The blonde man asked, placing an arm over the pillar and extending his feet into the next row.

The priest sighed, “I’ve had worse. Do you need any assistance, my son?”

The blonde looked over towards the crucifix before look back to the priest. “Hmm…can’t say that I do.”

Upon replaying the recent events in his mind, the holyman furrowed his brow in confusion. “May I ask how you got in here? I wasn’t on the ground very long and if the boys saw you they would have tried to rob you too.”

The guest smiled, “I go where I am needed. Let’s just say that I work in mysterious ways. Perhaps…you are the one in need, father.”

“In need of what?”

“Come now, there’s no need to be coy. You were just mugged and there are plenty of more children with guns in this neighborhood. What if we could take those firearms away from the children and replace them with bibles.”

“Are you saying you could help?”

“Well of course I can!” The strange said with glee. “I represent a collector of human capital; one who specializes in profound cases such as your own. Together we come to agreements that benefit the quality of life for all parties involved. In this case I would like your permission to allow my associates to store heroin in the church and launder a bit of money for us.”

Servio del Diablo! Get out of this church now!”

The blonde nodded. “That’s about as well as I expected you to take it, but please here me out and I will leave of my own accord. What I’m offering is a chance to better the community. A powerful criminal network will be arriving in your town soon and it will devour all of the gangs. If you let them set up shop here things will be drastically less violent. They have also sworn not to recruit or sell to children if you loan them your support. However, if you don’t agree to the terms they won’t make any promises.”

The priest hesitated to speak. “Even if what you say is true, it is a sin. I can’t sell my soul.”

“We all have a price padre; we just refuse to admit its existence until the thing we want most is dangled in front of our faces. Luckily it’s a seller’s market and I don’t write receipts.”

“Please go.”

“Very well.” The young man rose to his feet and shuffled through his pockets. “Just take my card.”

The priest drew his hand back. “I won’t need it.”

The blonde stuck the card in the clergyman’s hand. “Well, just in case.” As he walked away he shouted “the number’s on the back,” then exited the church.

The priest rubbed his face on the spot where he was hit and hesitantly glared at the card. He noticed a strange poem engraved on the back beneath the phone number:

They call me Featherman.

My touch is light.

I claim what I want,

through greed or by fright.

All those whom oppose,

shall welcome my blight.

Heroes save the day,

but I own the night.


Present Time, in Costa Sangre

The tall man and the latina entered the room and took their seats. They waited for their leader, the Black Prince, to make an appearance. An image of a black silhouette appeared on screen as the monarch addressed his audience.

“Iron Clad, Bruja, how was Greece?”

“Everything went according to plan. The Featherman staged the death as a suicide. It’ll still be hours before the WSA announce the death to the media.”

“I see, and where is Mr. Knight now?”

“He received a call from my sister on our way back.” Bruja answered.

“Sounds like the priest had a change of heart.” Said Iron Clad.

“Good. Now that the Aztecas have a new base La Santa should own all of the crime from Mexico to Panama by the month’s end.”

The door creached as the Featherman walked into the room.

“Well if it isn’t the man of the hour. You’re late.” The Black Prince hissed.

“Sorry” Knight replied. “The priest wanted me to stay over for my confession, but there just aren’t enough hours in the day!”

“Can he be trusted?” Bruja asked.

The Featherman nodded after a brief pause. “I don’t see why not. Besides, if he ever presents any problems we could always have a chat about baseball.” Knight smirked.

Iron Clad almost laughed but a gaze from their master made him think otherwise.

“We have a more pressing concern.” The Black Prince grumbled. “The Face is still breathing and his team has been keeping a low profile. Fix those problems.”

“Master, permission to speak freely?” Knight asked.

The Black Prince nodded.

“The Face is unpredictable and incredibly dangerous, but also formidable. You have requested the three of us to expand your Empire and to execute the Face along with his cohorts but doing so might be counterproductive to our primary task. The Face and his associates might actually be more valuable as allies. From what I’ve gathered these Marauders are mercenaries first and enemies second. If we put them on the payroll we would be eliminating enemies and gaining new soldiers.

“And what about the Face’s little stunt. Why should we forgive him for his insults so easily?” Iron Clad inquired.

“No one said they would be forgiven Thane.” Bruja retorted. “They will have to earn our master’s respect, just as each of us had to.”

“Well said Maya and you as well Noble.” The Black Prince complimented. “I’m willing to entertain the notion of letting them live if they manage to prove themselves in my service. Still, the Face can’t be of any use behind bars, can he?”

“The plans are already in motion, master.”

“Excellent!” The Black Prince muttered as he touched his fingertips. “Then this meeting is adjourned.”

The monitor flashed off as The Featherman’s team prepared their next move.

To Be Continued...

And finishing us up this week is @jonny_anonymous with Metal Gear Winter #1!


'The experimental weapons development facility on A.I.M Island off the coast of Alaska's Fox Archipelago was attacked and captured by former UN peacekeeping task-force S.H.I.E.L.D being led by members of the Howling Commandos. They are demanding that the government turn over the remains of the legendary solider Captain America and they say if there demands are not met within 24 hours, they'll launch a Gamma weapon. You'll have two mission objectives. First rescue CEO of Hammer Industries, Justin Hammer and the president of ROXXON, Calvin Halderman. Both are being held as hostages. Secondly you are to investigate whether or not the terrorists have the ability to launch a gamma bomb and stop them if they do.'

'What's the insertion method?'

'You'll approach the facility by sub'

'And then?'

'We'll launch a one man SDV. After the SDV gets as close as it can dispose of it. From there on you'll have to swim.'

'What can you tell me about the enemy?'

'Next-Gen Special Forces Unit Howling Commandos. Your former unit....

...and one that I was a Commander of.'

'So there still around....'

'There are six members of the Howling Commandos involved in this terrorists activity. Dr Faustus, the Master of Men's Minds. Madam Hydra, the beautiful and deadly sharpshooter. The Chameleon, master of disguise. Nuke, giant and heavy weapons specialist. And Crossbones, master at interrogation and a formidable gunfighter. And finally, in charge of them.. the Howling Commando's squad leader, Nomad.'


'The man that uses the same code name as Captain America. The weapons facility covers the whole island, I'll instruct you by your communicator after you reach your target.'

'Anyone going with me?'

'As usual, this is a one man infiltration mission.'

'Weapons and equipment OSP?'

'Other than your arm, yes. This is a top secret black op. Don't expect any official support'

Alaska - Bearing Sea

The SDV takes me as far as it can before I discard it and I swim the rest of the way. The visor in my goggles help me make out my surroundings in the dark and gloomy water. I know the temperature of the water is well below freezing, but I don't feel a thing thanks to this sneaking suit Colonel Fury's techs cooked up for me. I make my way to a small cargo dock at the rear of the facility and pull my self out of the water. I immediately spot two SHIELD agents and another man heading to the elevator.. his face...

'Stay alert. He'll be through here. I know it. I'm going to go swat down a couple of bothersome flies'

He has my face but not my voice. Who the hell is this guy? Sirens blare as he man ascends up the elevator and I decided to contact Fury.

'This is the Winter Soldier. Colonel can you here me?'

'Loud and clear. What's the situation Soldier?'

'looks like the elevator at the back is the only way up. There's two armed SHIELD agents but nothing I can't handle'

'Good. Head to the surface but make sure you aren't seen'

My arm gives off electromagnetic waves that maps out my surroundings and detects biological reactions and then the information is displayed on my masks HUD. I see two armed SHIELD agents armed with sub-machine guns. One is is patrolling the perimeter and one is standing guard at the elevator. SHIELD weapons are coded to the genetics of it's user so I'll have to do this the old fashioned way.

Silently I pad across the cargo bay watching the patrol man’s movement. Once he's out of view of the guard I disarm him and snap his neck with my cybernetic arm. He doesn't make a sound as he dies. I hide the body then make my way over to the cargo elevator still staying out of site. No way to sneak by the guard so I rush him. He tries to bring his weapon to bear but I close the distance. I shatter his weapon with a single chop of my cybernetic hand and crush his throat with my other. He crumples in to a heap. I hide both bodies in the water when the blare of the elevator sirens cut through the night. Some ones coming down.

I take up my position to the right of the elevator wondering if it'll be the man with the same face as me but when then a SHIELD agent walks out yawning. I ghost him then wrap my arm round his neck squeezing the life out of him. I take the elevator to the surface and in the distance I hear the beat of helicopter blades.