This is sort of late,and I apologize for it,but here is my take on Ultimate Deathstroke.
Two AM,Nameless Harbor,Japan.
The ocean waves pound the concrete foundation of the large harbor.Boats softly moved from side to side,bobbing.>"Is the ghost clear,Kin?"<.>"Yes,now come."<.Two men,speaking in Japanese,walked out from behind one of the many large crates stacked around the area.Both were,of course,Asian.One was holding a large bag,Kin,and the other was large,obviously the back-up.They walked to the far end of one of the docks.>"Did the American dealer not say he would be hear?"< said Kin.>"He did,and he said at this specific time.Where is he?"< said the other man.A metal creak was heard behind them,and they quickly turned to face the noise.Kin dropped the bag,stacks of bills falling out of it.The thug raised a Uzi towards the sound's origin,on of the metal containers.Slowly,the door of the rusted crate opened up.A tall figure stood in the shadows.>"Who the hell are you?!"< said the Thug.The Figure shook his head and stepped slightly out of the shadows.A small portion of his head could be seen,covered by a large hat.The only thing that could be seen through the shadow's of the hat was two,practically glowing green eyes.Kin and the Thug looked at each other,nodded,and put their weapons down.
>"We thought you had stood us um,Crane."< Said Kin,picking up the sack of cash.The Tall figure,Crane,Simply nodded and lifted up what appeared to be a suitcase.He opened it up to them.Inside,were several syringes filled with glowing,green liquid,and several grenade-looking things.The Thug lifted one syringe up and tapped it.>"So this is the Phobia?"< he said. Crane nodded.Kin smiled and handed the money to Crane.>"Nice doing business with you,Doctor Crane."< Crane took to the money sack and handed them the suitcase.He walked back into the metal container he walked out of,closing the door behind him.The Thug,confused,opened up the crate.Crane had vanished.They looked at each other,and quickly walked out of there.On a nearby tower,a man looks through a pair of binoculars as the Asians make their retreat.He sets them down."Perfect."
Packages are so strange and exciting.You just never no what you'll get.Unfortunately,neither do the Under-Dogs in this scenario.A unmarked,un-tracable package arrives at their base, with nothing but "For you" on it.They are surprised to find a disturbing painting inside it.They point it as a practical joke at first,for little do they know the terrors that await them in this Painting's frame......
OOC This is an RPG for the Under-Dogs.Standard RPG rules apply,and it is cannon.Have fun with this,to both Readers and Participates ^_^
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