Prologue: The Military Days
The mercenary known as Killshot was born in of Sydney, Australia. His childhood is a bit of a blur now, but to be honest that isn’t a major concern of his anymore. The story that people will never know is how he came to be the intimidating force that he is today, and this is that story. It all started in his late teens, when he enlisted in the Australian Army as a rifleman. The young gentlemen caught the attention of his superiors, when he excelled to the top of his training class. He was the top scoring in marksman during training, seeming to a natural talent with accuracy. The following year, after he had completed the training program, he was field ready. Not seeing too much field duty, it bored him. He slowly grew restless for the chance of combat. Another year pasted, and his constant trips to the range caught more attention. Soon he was asked if he would like to be placed in an advanced marksmanship training program, to really test his abilities. Sounded like a mild challenge, so he agreed to the new set of tests. He was joined with a few other members of the army, as well as some of the Special Forces members. He knew those guys see some action, and there was no question in his mind that he wanted in on it. He gave it his all, moving up through the “live fire” shots. The young adult was clearing the four hundred, five hundred, and then even the six hundred meters in what seemed to be no effort. The S.A.S.R. members were impressed with the private’s ability with a firearm. It didn’t take long before the members wanted to bet against the unknown private. Taking wagers on who could out shoot the kid. One by one, of the six men, they tried. The private managed to best them all, and they were slightly stunned. They could tell he was a natural marksman, and had to potential to be one of the best snipers in the division. Sadly, they knew he was too young and inexperienced for the Special Forces, maybe in a few years. Time slowly went by for the slowly aging private proficient.
With the whole “Defense of Australia” beginning, he knew he wasn’t going to be deployed any time soon. However, he soon heard rumors, due to his performances, that he was being promoted. When he was promoted from a private proficient to a lance corporal, he knew what was to probably come with this. Having now served in the army for four years, he was told that his superiors had recommended him to be enlisted into the Special Forces training program. He knew that it would be three weeks of hell, mentally and physically. He trained his body for a week, to prepare for the punishment he was about to endure. The lance corporal, like several soldiers in the army, wanted to join the elite so bad. Hearing stories of how the training has killed men due to how brutal it could be, he was ready to face death in order to join the Special Air Service Regiment. The time came, training day, with the welcome to the first day of the worst three weeks he had to endure. For three weeks, he endured body and spirit crushing, that the officers had to throw his way. At times he wanted to give up, but it wasn’t an option if he wanted to become part of one the finest fighting forces on the planet. They pushed his body to the limit; whether it was with the fifty after fifty and so on of push-ups, or the miles of running through the Australian outback. A few men died during his time of training, but it only motivated him to keep going. Finally, selection had arrived and it was time to see if he had what it took.
The year following his selection, he decided to finally attempt to finish his advanced marksmanship training. He left off at “Live Fire 9”, which was nine hundred meters. He was one away after he completed this before he was completely finished. The “Live Fire 10” one thousand meters, and rarely anyone ever completed the advanced marksman training. The long distance took him a several tries, but it was no surprise. Upon his completion of the training, he was given the “crossed rifles” marksmanship badge. He became one of the few soldiers to ever obtain this award. And with that thought, he wondered why he never enlisted into the sniper training courses. He looked into it, asking his fellow officers if it was possible to take the courses. They pointed him in the right direction, as ended up applying for sniper school. A couple months passed, as he finally heard back that he was accepted. They had one more available spot for him to be shipped off to the new school in Fort Benning, Georgia, for training. He was out of the comfort of his home country, and in this foreign land training. Some of the Americans at the school he was sent to talked a big game about their skills. It only made the Special Forces member more eager to show them the capabilities and superiority of the S.A.S.R. Five more weeks of another set of his body and mind put to the test. Sniper training compared to the Special Forces training, this was nothing for him. He easily adapted to what was needed of him, in order to accomplish the feats. He was taught sniper survival skills, detection and stalking skills, calculating the range of a target, and using the environment to hide. He surprised the American soldiers in the training course, seeing as he bested all their scores across all fields of training. He finished at the top of the class, as he was shipped back to Australia.
Issue #1: VIPER's Enlistment
In 1989, two years after his trip to the States’ side of the world, he was growing ever so tired of the noncombat. Life at base consisted of trips to the gun range, and the S.A.S.R. practices for live combat. It was one of those times in his life that he wished he could do something drastic for a change. He didn’t really care what he’d do, but as long as it got him into something more interesting. It wouldn’t take long, as someone who seemed important passed into through clearance. The man, accompanied by two soldiers of his own, ventured around base looking for someone in particular. That someone was the lance corporal.
The shady figure approached him, “Excuse me, I was instructed to seek out the finest individuals from around the world. Top of their class soldiers, who would be interested in the offer of a life time,” he says with a faint smirk on his lips.
The Australian could tell something was wrong with his eyes. They appeared to be serpent like? No, his eyes were just playing tricks on him. “And what offer is that, if I may ask ya?”
“You have been selected as a candidate, along with other individuals, to become part of something on a grand scale. You are chosen to become one of the next generation super soldiers,” the smirk on the man’s face only grew.
Super soldier project and he isn’t the only one to take part in it? Hmm, doesn’t exactly seem like some of the stories he has read in the comics from way back when. “Will it get me away from here?”
“Most definitely,” The man chucked in response to the Special Forces member.
He thought about it for a moment, “Okay, so what do we need ta do then?”
The man’s smirk formed into a sinister like grin, at least to him it seemed, “Oh don’t worry, the precautions of your departure are being taken care of. You will no longer exist, since you’ll be dead in a helicopter crash. Now, follow us.”
Yeah, this wasn’t exactly skeptical at all. He thought about what he just got him into, by agreeing to this. Next thing he knows, he is on a private jet to Mexico and the only thing he knew that waited for him was something not good. Several hours pass by, as they finally land at a makeshift airstrip. The sun beamed down from the night flight to here. The heat of the sun was almost like that in outback. Sweat slowly ended up making its way down the Australian’s face. At least the wind from the jeep ride cooled him down a lot. They drove to an undisclosed location, out in the desert wastes. It was starting to make more sense as, as the apparent banners appeared, VIPER. He was being kidnapped by basically, and he agreed to it. Oh well, if he died here at least he was already dead in some fake helicopter crash. The base was well hidden in a canyon, no wonder why they haven’t be found yet. The jeep drove up towards a garage like door built into the wall of the canyon. Inside desert fortress, that is sure neat. He was slightly impressed with the layout so far, seeing how this was his first time being exposed to this. They passed lined up rows of tanks and assault vehicles, various VIPER crew members working on them. Sounds like a machine shop in here, he told himself, how annoying it quickly was becoming. They drew closer to the entrance of the base, inside the garage, as the jeep came to a screeching stop.
The man, who brought him here, turns around from the passenger seat to face the soldier, “Get out of the car, and don’t cause a fuss.” He instructs the recruit as the bodyguard, next to the soldier, shoves him out of the backseat.
“I think I could have got out on my bloody own…” The Australian says as he gets up, and begins following the man who only just got out of the jeep. “What did I get myself into…?” He whispers very quietly to himself, as he continues on into the base.
The following day, he was dressed in recruit VIPER attire standing in a line with twenty five others, from around the world. Before them stood several VIPER soldiers, as well as a few men in white lab coats. What were they exactly up too?
One of the men in the lab coats speaks up, “Now, you have all been chosen to join the deadliest fighting force on the planet. You may think you have learned all you need to know on how to be the best, but we’re going to tell you it isn’t. You are the new experiments for something that will shake the foundation of the world, for years to follow. You will be the test subjects to become the finest VIPER soldiers we have. However there is a catch; most of you will die during the experimental process, and the few who do manage to live will be forever changed!” He gazes up and down the row of fresh guinea pigs, “You’ll each be given a letter that will be your new identity during the time to come.”
Another begins walking up the row, telling people their letter. The speaker resumes his speech, “The Supreme Serpent has decided that few who survive the tests and training, will indeed be the future of VIPER!”
The man passing long letters reaches the Australian, “K…” He tells the slightly confused individual. He just briefly looks to the person who whispered to him, as he walks away to the next in line. “L…” He continues on.
“Most of you were, persuaded into joining this experiment. But others joined on their own terms, and you few will be our high hopes in this. For let us see if you all pass the tests and experiments, let us see if you are truly the best in the world. Hail VIPER!” The man yells to the row of recruits.
The soldiers behind him slide their feet together and raise their rifles into the air, “Hail VIPER!”
Only one thing was on K’s mind now, “This should be interestin’…”
Issue #2: Experimenting on the Body
For months, K’s body was put to the ultimate test of endurance. It was survival of the fittest here, and K would be damned if he didn’t pass these challenges. He used all he had learned from his military trainings, and it wasn’t exactly turning out to be enough. He was being pinned against members of the United States’ Navy Seals and Delta Force, some of the best warriors in the world. They committed torturous acts, one after another, on the test subjects in order to prepare them. VIPER made some of the bravest of men in the world scream in fear, as they were eventually put down due to their lack of ambition. K on the other hand taunted his so called worst nightmares, as he resisted the torture preformed on him. There was another that was being tortured that VIPER had high hopes for, his letter was S. VIPER would usual stick K and S together, in an attempt to strengthen the two's bonds. They wanted to create them into a duo that has been through tough times, and would become hardened by the events. K and S were, in VIPER’s eyes, the two most promising candidates of the group that was brought in.
One night, K was finally able to get some rest, from the non-stop torture and tests. He was fast asleep on a less than comfortable mattress on a military iron framed bed. All of a sudden, VIPER troops barraged into K’s cell. The nose startled him awake, making him wondering what was going on? But it was pointless, as the back end of a rifle was bashed against his head. They grabbed hold of him and dragged away to another section of the facility.
A light beaming down on the passed out subject, as he was strapped down on an metal operating table. He lied there, in only a pair of briefs. Three genetic surgeons stood around him, as they set up machines to keep him stable. IV’s and blood bags were hooked up, and needles inserted into his right arm to get it into his blood stream.
K slowly began to gain conscious, “W-what happen… Where am I?” The lights were blinding him, which he tried to move his hands. No use, they were bound and going nowhere.
The doctor lifted up K’s head, as he placed what looked like an oxygen mask over his mouth. K stared the doctor down, trying to talk to him. The effects soon occurred, dizziness as he slowly faded back to sleep.
A voice spoke over what seemed to be an intercom, “Good… Begin the procedure…”
Syringes, scalpels, electric bone saws, and other equipment lie on a couple tables near the men. Of the three men standing around K, only two appeared to actually start their work on him. One of the surgeon’s masked operators took hold of a scalpel. The tip of the small blade, made its way sluggishly to K’s chest. He pushes down ever so carefully, as he begins to cut down the chest of the experiment.
A couple days went by as K gained conscious yet again, but this time back in his cell, “Oh god… What the hell happened?” He asks himself in a very exhausted tone, as he looks down at his self, feeling different somehow. “What?” He says as his eyes widen, noticing the scar marks running down his biceps. “No no…” He sits right up, as he proceeds to remove his tank-top. He notices a scar running all down, from in between his pecs, to his abdomen. “Seriously, what the fuck did I get myself into…?” It was obvious that he had a fun night.
Two VIPER troops open his cell, “Come on hatchling, you’ve got tests to run now.”
Just what he needs now, more tests to be ran on him. He doesn’t bother to put back on his shirt, he just shakes his head as he slowly gets up off the less than comfy mattress. He stares down one of the guards, as he casual heads out of the cell doorway.
It didn’t take them long before they arrived at a combat training room. A line of soldiers, armed with Steyr AUGs, stand near the middle of the room.
“So what, is this some kind of trainin’ doovalacky?” K asks the soldiers escorting him to the middle. They don’t bother answering him. “Alright fuck both of ya then…” He rolls his eyes before standing in front the line of soldiers. He doesn’t want to even assume they are going to kill him off, but it seems inevitable now.
“Men, take aim!” The seven soldiers, swiftly ready their weapons, pointing the barrels of their AUGs at K. “Open Fire!” The commander yells at his troops, as they begin to open fire on the Australian.
Bullet after bullet after bullet, K gets riddled with what seems like forever. His body jerks in all directions, as he is shot to hell from the hail of gunfire, for ten seconds.
“Cease fire!” The commanding officer holds up his hand.
K drops to his knees, as the group finishes unloading their magazines into him. Coughing up blood he lowers his head to stare at the floor below him. Blood slowly pours from each of the bullet wounds scattered around his body. Blood falls from his eye lids, as a few shots made it to his head. His breathing slowly stops, as a VIPER medic makes his way over to him. He stares blankly at the ground, clinging to what little life was left. As the medic put his fingers to his jugular, K’s breathing ceased. The emotionless medic, looked over to the squad, behind them was the man who gave that speech.
The medic shakes his head, to confirm that K had died from the gunfire. But the man at K’s side quickly looks back down to him, “H-how?” He says feeling a pulse again. Slowly, the bullets that once tore into his body began to get pushed out. Bullet after bullet splashes into the pool of blood, as the small bits of metal fall to the floor around him.
“Impressive…” The commanding officer states as he watches the holes all over K's body heal up. He turns his head to the mysterious VIPER head, “Orders sir?”
“Hm, get him cleaned up… He will go through another stage of experimentation…” The VIPER head says as he heads out of the room with four guards following behind him.
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Issue #3: VIPER's Death Adders
Experimenting on him, that wasn’t K’s idea of what he was getting into but it wasn’t a big surprise. Never again does he want to go through both of the extreme procedures, since well he doesn’t exactly like the pain the last one caused. He was just happy that was behind him now, at least he thinks. The two finally saw each other again, now being paired as training partners.
“Well, fancy seein’ you again, S.” K says walking up to man he made it through VIPER’s hellish games with.
Something about S’s blank expression told K that he wasn’t the same person who came into the project. S spoke in a less than positive tone, “Oh well, we were chosen and the only ones left now, we’ll do as they command.”
Perking up his right eyebrow, K just stares at the Ex-Delta Force soldier. But a short moment later, up on the balcony above the room, a door slides open. The VIPER project head walks in, looking down at his two fine subjects. The two look up to the man, who had four VIPER soldiers escorting him.
“There was no doubt in our minds, that you both would be the solo remain men, at the end of this endeavor. Which you managed to hold it out for the seven months and it has only made you two stronger in the process. Your rewards, K and S… The two of you, shall embark on the training of a life time, as VIPER’s new elite warriors.” The VIPER officer informed the two soldiers.
“And how long is tha’ goin’ ta take, huh?” K tilts his head to the left side, as he stares at the man behind it all.
“Oh training shall be conducted for over the next two years my warriors… At the end of it all, the true project’s identity will be revealed!”
“Right, forget I asked then… Bloody…” The Australian trails off not really wanting to know more.
“Now, you’ll be escorted to your new cells and a wait for further details…” The man on the balcony smirks, as he turns back around leaving the room. His guards following right behind him through the door, before it closes.
“Fuckin’ ‘ell, this ain’t ever goin’ ta end, is it?” K chuckles as the two trainees turn around and go to leave the dojo like room.
“God I really don’t want ta learn bloody kung fu, and all tha’ shit.” K says as he tries to start conversation with S, but S doesn’t respond to it. “Ya know, you’re a lot quieter than I remember.” He says as they leave the room.
The two were placed in a cell together, with military beds on both sides of the cell. Still was crappy as the one K was put in, but he can’t complain. Before he really knew it, they were being dragged out and placed back into the dojo room. They spent a year training, sparring and learning martial arts. At the end of their martial arts training, the project head put against them soldiers, to see how they would handle combat. The oriental training room was lined with weapons of various classes; swords, spears, staffs, daggers, throwing knives, you name it. K and S were surrounded by six of VIPER’s finest soldiers, all of them dressed in the usual tank tops and VIPER dark green pants. The soldiers looked ready to die for the cause, their faces filled with determination to kill the two trainees. Armed with hand guns and assault rifles, the surrounding men stare down the two.
“Well, I think a bloody good show is in order…” The Australian says as he looks around the room at the men. He stands there holding five throwing knives.
“Hmm… Noted…” Replies S, as he is wielding a long sword. Twirling the sword around on occasion as he glares at the men about to try and kill them.
The VIPER project head stands on the balcony, with his hands behind his back, as he watches the men below, “Begin…”
The soldiers around the duo begin to open fire. They riddle the two with a hail of bullets, as they start to try and get some distance from the experiments. K’s body rocks as he is hit a number of times, small holes popping up all over him.
“Damn this hurts a bit,” K chuckles as the barrage of bullets continues to hit him, but nothing he can’t handle at this point. The bullets continue to push out from within his body, falling around him like dead flies. For every bullet that leaves his body, that wound near instantly heals up.
S seems to be doing not as well as K, when it came to handling the gun fire. The American drops to one knee, propping himself up with his sword. The gun fire stops after a minute of constant firing, and K grins to himself. S slowly stands up, the bullets sluggishly protruding from his body, as they fell down to the floor behind him. He breathes heavily, as he gets back up right swinging his blade to his side, getting ready for his attack. His wounds slowly heal up, as he glares at the men who shot him.
The VIPER troops eject the empty magazines from their guns, and begin to reload, grabbing another from their pockets. “End them…” S instructs K, as he begins to charge the men five men in front of him.
K pops one of the knives over to his right hand, catching it between fingers. Cocking his arm back, he flings it back forward as he flicks his wrist to throw the knife. It hurls to one of the targets in front of the Austrailian, striking the target in the forehead.
“Now don’t be shy and just die.” K looks around at the men, who aren’t very bothered with this man trying to kill them.
One man slides another magazine back into his gun, and aims it at K. He fires briefly, but is silence as he gargles on his own blood. He falls backwards, dropping his rifle, as a knife is stuck into his throat.
S slides over to his second target, slicing the AUG in half, as he gains ground. The soldier looks at halved gun, before S propels himself upward at the soldier. His blade cutting up, as the blade goes through the man’s body. S turns around once on his feet, and looks for another attacker. The man behind him falls into two pieces, cut right up the middle. He looks over at K, who chucks another throwing knife at a soldier’s other leg.
K leans down picking up one of the pistols from the ground. He checks the chamber for a moment to see it still was loaded, “Finally, a bloody gun…” He releases the slider as the killer makes his way over to the kneeling soldier. He presses the barrel of the pistol to his head, and pulls the trigger. Blood splatters onto K’s face, as he smirks, “God I love guns.”
S quickly looks at a man charging at him, as he readies his sword. The man brings back his rifle to strike S, but a gunshot echoes the room. An exit wound appears on the man’s temple, as he goes limp sliding onto the floor. Blood pours out of the dead man’s head, at the feet of the American. S glares over at K, who is holding a smoking gun aimed where the man was running.
“What I fuckin’ saved your ass, so don’t even give me that look.” K tells S, as it seems the pistol is empty now, “Fuck…” He says looking at the pistol before dropping it, he holds up his final knife. “Oh well, I don’t mind this little devil.” He just looks at it for a moment before shrugging.
The man on the balcony begins to clap as the last man is killed, "You both are very impressive! I am glad we chose you two to partake in this little experiment!"
The two men below, look up at him wondering what else is in store for them.
"Now, we'll move onto the rest of your training," the project head tells them, "For this was the first step in your path to greatness. No doubt in our minds that you both will succeed." He chuckles to himself, as the door behind him opens. The man and his four soldiers, head through the doorway before it closes.
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Issue #4: Guns Out
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Becoming a Name Within ARGENT
K was known to having deals with ARGENT, mainly them being his supplier. But the several years following his escape and mercenary start, his work began to slow down. K was disturbed by the fact that a man with his talents was getting hardly any work. Though during one supply meet with ARGENT, a contract was brought up to K. This of course interested the mercenary, and he wanted to know the details. He was briefed about a researcher that went rogue, stealing a few power armor schematics, and other various technology specs. The ARGENT member informed K that they heard rumors of the man making a run to VIPER with the plans. K was told they wanted him to infiltrate the VIPER facility they believed the researcher to be. After he infiltrated the compound, he was to eliminate the man and retrieve the stolen data. There was no doubt in K's mind, this was the one contract he needed to get back on top. After discussing payment, K accepted the mission and made his preparations for the new assignment.
K ventured to an undisclosed VIPER facility in Canada, where ARGENT believed K's target went to. After K landed in Canada, he traveled up to a near mountain side, he set up a sniper post. He was out in the cold for a couple hours, watching the patrols and studying their every move. Once figuring out the exact order he would take them down, he made his move. Armed with a suppressed M24, he began to take out the patrols at the entrance to the small underground bunker. One after one the VIPER soldiers fell without the others noticing, leaving K with a good opening to enter. In K's mind, it wasn't necessary to take out the guards on patrol. He could have found a way around them, and enter the compound undetected. But no, he just felt like it was some needed payback. He made his way down the side of the mountain, and to the entrance gate. After scaling the wall blocking his path, he scavenged the dead VIPER soldiers for a key card to open the bunker doors. Bingo, he thought to himself after locating a card. The doors slowly slid open for the mercenary as he cracked his neck, knowing this would get entertaining for him. K knew that VIPER was aware someone had entered the bunker, so he took this into his actions. He moved quickly as the doors closed behind him, as he jogged down the slope leading into the VIPER bunker. Having his two pistols drawn, spotted the two guardsmen at the first checkpoint. They yelled taking aim at the charging intruder, as they began opening fire on him. K knew the glass of their helmets was weak. He wasted no time in taking aim at them, and without pause, took their lives. As he approached the door, he acquired a new key card off one of the dead guards. K swiped the card, and took aim at the door. After it opened, three more soldiers stood readying their weapons. However, it was to late for them. K swiftly opened fire upon the men. The mercenary strolled over the corpses and continued into the bunker. Before K realized it, he was closing in on his target. After several more dead VIPER soldiers, and disabling their facility security system, he made his way to the room he had yet to check. He opened the door and waltzed on in. Several researcher like figures were working, with a few VIPER guards posted nearby. Upon entering, the mercenary was instantly under fire. The researchers dropped out of their chairs onto the ground. Casually walking into the room, he took aim at the guards, and dropped them one at a time with a single bullet a piece. He grinned, walking around the room, putting each VIPER researcher down until he came to his target. The man begged K not to do it, but his reply was met with a cold projectile from K's gun.
The lone mercenary made his way back to Millennium City after his successful mission. He was to meet with an ARGENT representative inside their headquarters. K presented a small metal case to the representative. Inside was a index finger from the target, and a flash drive containing the stolen schematics. ARGENT was very pleased with K's performance, and paid him his million dollar contract reward. The representative was told prior to ask K a question. He asked if the mercenary was interested in joining ARGENT as a enforcer of their operations. It didn't take long for K to accept, since they promised him would be paid very well for his work. In terms of his payment when working with ARGENT, he was also promised various prototype technology to work with in the field. Just what he needed, new toys to play with.
Now in the present day, his actions over the years gained him an impressive reputation within the organization. Their CEO asked for K in a personal matter. Seeing how the tensions between ARGENT and Heroes were on the rise, the CEO of ARGENT wanted K to form something for the company. Specifically a team of highly-trained men to take on super-human threats against ARGENT. K couldn't be any happier than to have his own special team to eliminate super-humans. The mercenary went on the search for other mercenaries that fit his requirements. The prerequisites for his team remain a bit of a mystery, but he found a few mercenaries along the way. With these few mercenaries, The Taskmasters were born. They stand ready to be shipped out against the various heroes that plague ARGENT.
Through the Eyes of a Killer
It was a dull random week in the fall for K, in 2011. He received a notice in system about a possible job, along with a designated meeting location. With nothing else better to do with his time, he went to the specified location details. There at the disclosed meeting point, was a woman of Asian descent. K could tell by just looking at her, that she was a VIPER operative. They met with a cloaked man, not revealing his face or other parts of his body. He told them his name was Professor Hawke, and that he had a job for them. K only chuckled at the man, wondering why he should bother working with someone from VIPER. Hawke assured him, that the pay out for the two would be well worth their time, if they could handle the tasks. Still displeased with it all, he accepted the contract as did Blood Virus. They were instructed that one a specific day, they were to break into the Battle of Detroit Museum. Once there, they were to steal certain encrypted data that was very valuable to Hawk. K didn't want to really bother with petty thievery, but it was part of the contract. The two operatives managed to get themselves in the Museum hooking up a device given to them, by Hawke, to the old database system. Doctor Destroyer had stolen some important files while he had Detroit under his iron fist, and Hawke wanted what his back. They waited a few minutes for the encrypted coding to get cracked by the state of the art hacking tool, but they had what they needed once it was done. They begun to head for the exit, when the X-pelled Academy, a school for young super-humans, was on a field trip there. Damn, so a group of kids discovered them? K wasn't going to let them and their teachers stop him from completing his job. They students and teachers acted out against the two operatives, launching their attempt to subdue them. In K's head he asked himself, why do they even bother to try? He knew that they would just end up like the rest who have tried, injured or dead. He and Blood Virus made their own moves back at the group, injuring a few of the students and a teacher. Once the class begun to head to their injured, the two made a run for it.
The two met with the so called Professor Hawke. "Good", the man said as he received the data that was stolen from him. K wanted to know why a class of super-humans were there, but it turned out to be part of the plan. Hawke informed the two that he had a personal grudge against the Director of the X-pelled Academy. He never explained what exactly it was, but all K knew was that Hawke was set on turning Carolina's creation on her. The next part of his plan though, was to assault the students of the Academy. K of course feeling like an idiot for accepting this now. K, a world class assassin, lowered to taking on young learning super-humans? K only grew agitated with the thought, wanting to kill the man who employed them. Then his mind set in, at least it is an easy job to get paid on. K didn't want to plan any of this, rather let Blood Virus take the heat for any failed planning. So leaving it all up to the so called VIPER agent, she planned their attacks and abductions. Hawke wanted to make it look like a group of Anti-Superhuman Terrorists was targeting the students of the school. For a week, Blood Virus and K targeted students for Hawke. In the students darkest hours, Hawke would show up to aid the terrified students and try to help them. All in hopes to turn Carolina's students against her. However one day, the two hired guns were attacked by two students by the names, Jeremy and Havoc. Jeremy and Havoc had found out that someone by the same alias that Blood Virus had used, was living near the school. The four battled it out at the apartment complex. Several minutes into the fight, Hawke showed up and blew his cover. He told his two hires to leave, because this was part of the plan. Jeremy and Havoc were confused, as K and Blood Virus left the scene.
Hawke set up another meeting the following week, scolding the two for what they made him do. He proceeded to calm down, and told them that there was one final task. The Academy was setting up for a Thanksgivings Day Party down in Vibora Bay, Florida. He knew the location of the party, and informed them it was to be held on the S.S. Bayou Queen. The two were instructed about their last mission, rig the ship with enough explosives to blow it sky high. Killing all the students and teachers inside during the encounter. This was to happen when Hawke gave the signal, for K and Blood Virus to detonate the explosives. The two mercenaries made their way down from Michigan to Florida, by car. K knew this whole contract was going to end in failure, with Hawke and his endeavor. He knew Hawke was going off the deep end with it all. But K and Blood Virus did as instructed, when no one was at the ship, they planted C4 and various explosives. Finally, the Thanksgivings Day Party was happening. The two operatives were some distance away, watching the ship and waiting for Hawke's so called signal. K is still unsure what happened in there, but all he saw was police cars arriving at the scene. Hawke come out, being handed over to the authorities. K tosses the detonator into the water and walks away, leaving Blood Virus. To him, if there was no pay then there was no boom for the buck. After the whole failed contract, on his employer's part, K returned to his real employer for some work.
(Night Raine Storyline)
Issue #1: Greetings Evermore City, My Name is K
The sun was low in the sky crescent upon the horizon. The mercenary was laid-back behind the wheel of a 2012 Dodge Durango that he had procured. A woman by the name of Amaya Gardner was fast asleep in the passenger seat. Leaving suddenly the previous morning, to reach a city on the east coast ten hours away, had taken a toll on her. Amaya was nervous about the whole idea of returning back to Evermore City, because she had left there for a reason. They had discussed prior to departure, about her past relations with the city and facing those fears that chased her away. K was at two minds with himself; one knew what she had to deal with from her past, but the other half just wanted to have some good old fashioned violence. His obsession with murder had been growing more and more as of late, but it wasn't anything he could help. He looked over at her, as he was driving through a run downed section of the city. A few towering skyscrapers off in the distance, the morning sun reflecting off the windows.
"We're here," he said to her as she had begun to wake.
She slouches in her seat, not really wanting to believe the man. But she could tell by looking around, that he was speaking the truth. K was turning the wheel, heading down to another street. Graffiti lined the worn brick walls of various buildings. Pedestrians passed each other on the sidewalk, some bumping into others. Glancing out her window, Amaya witnessed one man walking up to another. The man, no doubt a gang member of sorts, cocked his arm back. He hurled his right clinched fist at the other person, who was on his cell and minding his own business.
"Where we're stayin’ is only a minute out," he said as he interrupted her train of thought.
She notices what looked like a motel sign for a ‘Bed & Breakfast Motel’. Pulling the SUV into the motel parking-lot; he found an empty parking spot. It was a barren lot, with only a couple cars scattered about. He wanted a spot near the middle of the two story motel complex. K drove past a spot slowly, but very quickly set the car into reverse. The man in the round red tinted shades, made sure he had a quick get-away plan. He turns off the ignition, and looks at her, opening the driver side door.
"Stay 'ere and watch the car, I'll be back with the keys." He tells her as he steps out from the vehicle, taking the keys with him.
She just sighs, knowing this isn’t exactly the best part of town. K hears the passenger door open in the distance, as he continues walking to the front office door.
A bell chimes throughout the room, as he pushes the see-through metal framed door open. K glances around, not seeing much; a few horribly uncomfortable chairs along the wall, dreadful scenery artwork, and the front desk that had a few pamphlets for visitors. Tilting his head as he begins to stares at one of them, ‘Welcome to Evermore City, the city of today!’ Well, at least Millennium isn’t the only place claiming this, he proceeded through his head.
“Can I help you?” Asks an elderly looking man, slightly hunched over, as he walks from a room from behind the desk.
"Yea, I have rooms under the name, Mister Sydney." He says pushing the shades very slightly up the bridge of his nose, watching the old timer carefully.
The older gentlemen turns around, waddling back to where he just was in the backroom.
Rolling his eyes, as the wrinkled man vanishes from sight, “Great,” he thought to himself.
He has to wait on someone who can barely walk around; yeah this is going to go over well. K can only hope that nothing is going on outside, with Amaya and their way out of the city. A few minutes pass by, before the man returns with the two sets of keys in hand.
“Checkout is at noon, on Sunday, Mister Sydney.” The old man behind the desk lets him know, as he hands the keys over.
Taking the keys in hand, he just stares at the man for a brief moment, before turning around. Taking a few steps over to the exit, he can’t help but think of how much he needed this trip. Sure he had work to do for ARGENT, but this was more on a personal level. Not every day you get to take down an entire mafia organization. He stuffs the keys into his coat pocket, placing the other hand on the pull bar. A gust of the morning wind swoops in, as he pulls open the chiming door. The wind blows the tails of his finely made red cloth trench coat.
He leaves the office, the door slowly closing itself behind him, inhaling the morning city air. It is nice to get a whiff of another industrialist, and horrible, city's scent, that isn’t filled with heroes. Something catches his attention, as he looks to the SUV. He notices a man, younger gentleman with brown hair, from the looks of it. He was standing near the rear end of the car, with what appeared to be a wide grin on his face. No doubt now that he had friends with him. K chuckled to himself with pleasure, as he knew he was going to have some fun with this. He took his sweet time walking over to aid the woman he came here with.
“Snap the neck? No, to easy; maybe scare the hell out of them on the spot, with lesser means,” K’s mind was at battle with itself over how to handle them.
As he moved closer he heard chatter, from Amaya and someone else. Sounded like a kid who needed to be taught a lesson in manners, mainly to never try and steal a vehicle owned by someone who kills for a living. He got a glimpse of who she was talking too, as he drew closer to the crowded car. A man with a shaved head and in a black leather spiked jacket with patches stitched on; he had his arm extended and pointed at his companion. The man was most likely holding a knife, or maybe a handgun, judging by how he held out his arm. It was obvious though, they wanted either Amaya or the Durango. K stops right behind the younger man, as he leans to the side for a moment, looking at the group leader. He arches his back in order to crack his back. Soft and quiet pops come out of the action, and boy was K disappointed by it. He was hoping to catch their attention with some loud metallic like pops of his spine. He shrugs to himself, as he reaches into his trench coat. From the chest harnessed holster, he pulls one of his custom-built ARGENT pistols. He gets a nice firm hold on the grip of the gun, as he looks to his soon to be meat shield. He wraps his left arm around his newly acquired victim. His grip fighting the urge to crush the man's windpipe.
“Shh…” The mercenary hushes the thug, as he casually takes aim with his pistol.
The gang leader, laughing at a conversation he was having with his other accomplice on the other side of the car. He calls out to his friend, who went quiet on him.
“Frankie?” He asks chuckling, as he turns his head with a wide grin on his face.
The once happily grinning look was soon replaced with a more pale and horrified disbelief. K saw what the man was holding now, a puny little switchblade. But on the other end, the grease-ball couldn’t exactly tell what their assailant was looking at. Only thing that baldie knew, was that there is a gun pointed at him. K glances up to the shocked expression he caused.
“W-Who are yo-?” The bladed man stutters in an attempt to ask, but he was interrupted by a gunshot.
A bullet went straight through the extended right wrist of the wielder. Blood flys out from the exit wound, as gravity soon takes hold of it.
“My hand, he shot my fucking hand!” The thug leader cries out, as he no longer has a grip to hold onto the knife.
The bald man sways due to the blood pouring from his veins. All of a sudden, he collapses to his knees, blood trickling down his hand and fingers. Probably feeling very light headed due to the blood loss. A young black haired teenager runs over, out from the cover of the Durango, to aid his bleeding friend.
"If I ever see ya faces again, I’ll pop a bullet in all ya heads," he reassured the thugs before removing his arm from around the neck of his captive. “Now piss off,” commands the group of dimwitted young thugs.
Amaya just watches the scene that unfolded in front of her, as the two guys lean down to pick up their injured third. Like dogs with their tails tucked between their legs, as they make their way back to the world of scumbags. She watches them chased off by the lone gunman who brought her back to the city. He finally comes into her sights, and all he does is takes another sniff of the air.
“You didn’t have to fucking put a bullet into him, you know?” She does her best to keep her posture, trying to stand up to the heartless mercenary.
Taking a brief glance at the woman, he turns his back to her. Does his coldness know no bounds? It is a question that seems to be raised a lot with him. Something that still seems noted when dealing with him; is that he doesn’t care for the life of others, or at least so it seems. He takes a couple steps over, holstering the stainless steel death machine back into its leather home. Reaching into his pants pocket, with the hand not holding anything, he pushes the ‘Unlock’ button a couple times. The clicking of the lock assured K that his goodies were awaiting him inside. His hand leaves the confined space of the khaki cargo pants. Feeling something on his finger tips, he flicks his fingers of the pocket lint that had cluttered up from within.
“Right…” He mutters to himself, as he remembers the room keys. He pads himself down, just for the hell of things, before reaching into his coat pockets. Not worrying which key he pulled out, he just randomly removes one and tosses it over. Amaya holds her hands out, to catch the key that she’ll have to use. “Come get ya thin’s, and go to your's. I’ll get you when we start later ta’night.” He instructs her in an almost tired or exhausted tone.
One can wonder how much sleep someone like him gets, but it sure isn’t enough. She slides her index finger through the key ring, as she walks over to the back of the vehicle. She is greeted with K grabbing and handing her the suitcase she packed for unknown length of stay. She really doesn’t want to bother him by saying anything; she just slowly nods before pulling out the handle to walk her suitcase. He watches her stroll away, wondering how she’ll handle the events that will no doubt be taking place tonight. He leans into the trunk, taking hold of the dufflebag’s handles. The main thought on his mind, however, isn’t that of Amaya. He can’t help but think; how many are going to die exactly? He places his hand up onto the trunk door, over head, and brings it down in a slam.
Issue #2: One Bad Man, Against The City
The sun quickly descended into the horizon, as a quarter moon soon rose to takes its place in the sky. The sky glowed with the lights that beamed up from the city.
“Ah, the nightlife, how enjoyable…” He mutters to himself in a tone that would feel of sarcasm.
He stares out of the motel room’s window, looking at the street lamp lit sidewalks and road. Very few seem to be roaming by now; whether it was due to the incident he caused earlier or if it is due to the crime that happens at night. The question remains on his mind, how many would die just tonight alone. He shakes his head thinking the number wouldn’t be enough to satisfy the thought. He turns away from the window, with a pistol in hand. He stands at the ready, wearing his tactical clothing. His infamous dark red and brown-leather lined Kevlar vest is fastened and secure. There was no way he was going to be losing this baby. He inserts his index finger in the trigger guard, as he begins to twirl it around. How he loves to do this; it makes him feel like he was an outlaw in the Wild West. Always on the run from the law, who is doing their best to track him down and hang him, for his sinister crimes. A smirk forms on his lips, as he ceases the spinning, shoving the pistol into a red gun holster on his right leg. Turning around to face the door, he walks over to the coat rack to grab hold of his coat. His trench coat hung off of the old wooden thing. K couldn’t help but think of how old this place was, mainly wondering how long that desk man had been working here. He shakes his head of the thoughts. He lifts his coat up off the rack, and slides his arms through the sleeves. He heads to the door, proceeding to open and shut it as he exits the room.
Upon exiting his room he looks at the door to his left, Amaya’s motel room. Hopefully she rested up some more, for what could be some sleepless nights to come. He takes a couple steps over, standing in front of the maroon colored door. He raises his fist up, and bangs on the door. If she was sleeping, the loud ruckus coming from the door would soon wake her.
“What is it?” She yells from behind the door, from what he could tell she was towards the back of her room.
“Hurry up because we’re goin’ out for a night on the town.” His masks the sarcasm behind the tone of a casual but firm sounding voice.
The motel door soon opens in front of him, Amaya walks out from the darkness of her room, still looking ever so nervous about what is to come. Does she dare ask him to return to Millennium? She knows he brought her all the way out here, he sort of made his point with it. Her mind began to dwell on her thoughts prior to her packing, the regret about wanting to come out here. Though she knew it wouldn’t matter, since he wasn’t going to listen, either way.
“Where are we going?” She asks him in curious tone, waiting for him to head off to where ever he planned on taking her.
“Not a damn clue, so ya need to point me in the right direction.” His tone changed to a more serious one. It was pretty obvious he was focused on who needed to be dealt with, tonight.
K nods towards the parking lot, as he steps down the curb. She follows closely behind after him, trying to think of what to say to him. She hadn’t been here for a while, what if place has changed? Not the time to assume that it has, because she has to face what is to come their way. Well, at least one person in the duo has too.
She remembers that there was a club not too terribly far from here, “So, there is a club that is just down the road from here. Marino’s thugs tend to do business around there.” She tells him in a flat tone.
K slows down for her to take the lead, “Fine, then lead the way, sheila.”
The two past various buildings and alleys, as they every step brought them closer to the supposed nightclub. The neon-lights from the pawnshops or the liquor stores, add some color to the streets they walk. But still doesn’t divert to how trashy it was in the heart of it all. There was a sort of easement with K, walking through here. Violence scattered about the city, and no one does anything to stop it? Well, it would come to no surprise with the police in the pockets of the mafia, no doubt. The so called law enforcement, or even the so called gangs of this city, wouldn’t be about to handle a force like K. A world-class assassin set loose into a city where killing is free game to him, and no one has a chance in stopping him? A sinister smirk appears across his lips, as he follows behind, Amaya.
She turns the corner, with K following shortly after her. Thumping beats come from within building, and a line outside that spans half a block. The mafia owned nightclub, huh? This should be an interesting one, but he wasn’t planning on going in there. He looks around the place, for any other notable paths of interest. Bingo, a darkened alleyway right next to the large club.
He breaks off from her, as she turns around to look at him, “Where are you going?” She inquires following after him.
“Workin’…” He says in a cold and quiet tone, but it was muffled over the loud thumps coming from the club.
Instinct drew him into the narrowed section that was the back ends of the club. The killer within him could tell something somewhere was back here. K began to glance about, as he casually walks down the passage way which led to another street. A grey mangy cat hisses, arching its back at K in defense of its territory. However, as he drew closer to the alley cat, it quickly skews away making for a dumpster nearby. The mercenary’s attention was focused on an off-shoot in the alley, as he made his way over. Voices were heard on the other side, faint under the sound of the club music. K peered around the corner, to see what was happening.
Down the dead end was the back entrance of the club, an industrial light hangs above the door. Under the light that was beaming down, stood a rather muscular goon in what looked like a black t-shirt and khaki slacks. K could tell he was standing roughly at almost seven feet tall, and appeared to be kicking the life out of the injured patron on the ground, just outside the rear club door. Walking around the brute was a smaller gentleman by comparison, wearing a business suit. Pretty obvious to K, at this point, on who was the puppet and who was pulling the strings. That big guy wasn’t going to be a problem and it was time to send a message to this organization. K was in town, and they best hide while they could.
He turns his head to get a glimpse of Amaya, “Stay right here…” He orders her as he reaches into his trench coat, pulling out of pistol.
K was starting to wonder when the first set of prey would show up for him. Like a lion stalking its prey, he walks very slowly in the shadows of the alley. He switches the safety off, as he tucks his other hand back inside to a coat pocket. Out from the inside of his coat comes a silencer for his instrument of death. No need to cause an alarm to the surrounding area. He places it over the barrel, as he screws it securely on.
“Time to play then…” He grins at the mischievous thought, taking slow steps as he lowers the pistol down to his waist line.
The shorter man laughs, looking down at the person on the ground, in mockery for something he did. “What are you looking at, you piece of shit, huh?” He questions the man on the ground, who seems to be staring off into the darkness of the alley.
With a cordially chuckle, he looks over to where the helpless soul was gazing at. There stood a black silhouette of someone, but who was it? Why is this guy just standing there watching? Oh well, it didn’t matter to him, “Jimmy! Go take out that bozo for me, I can handle this mutt.”
“Yeah, sure thing boss,” says the towering brute as he turns to head down the alley. He smashes a fist into the palm of his other hand, only try and up the intimidation factor.
K tilts his head to the left, as he perks a brow watching the behemoth walks over. Was he really trying to scare him? Wasn’t exactly going to work, but hey why not try right?
Jimmy speaks louder in an effort and talk over the music coming from the club. “So you know I am going to have to break you-…” One impact of bullet interrupts him in mid-sentence. One bullet after another, hits the poor brute. The third shot to the head, sent him backwards to collapse onto the ground.
It ran through K’s mind, three shots; one for the heart, one for his windpipe, and the last for his brain. He resumed continuing forward, slowly emerging out from the darkness that concealed him.
The sound of his minion thudding to the hard cement below sent the capo into a state of worry. Who does this guy think he is to kill one of ours? Does he have a death wish? “Hey dumbass, who the fuck do you think ya are huh?” He points his finger at the mysterious killer, who only steadily walks closer to him.
As he steps futher towards the light that shines down over the mafia suit, a small fraction of it reflects off the red lens of his shades. It flashes in the slowly fading darkness, as K reveals himself to the criminal.
“W-Wait… W-Why do you look familiar?” The now frightened suit begins to slowly step the opposite way of deranged man coming towards him.
The Australian doesn’t bother to say a word he just squeezes the trigger once. A muffled shot leaves his pistol, as a bullet finds its way to the Italian’s knee cap.
“Shit!” He yells as he grabs his right knee, “Fucking hell man! Fuck you, fuck y-…” He trails off, as the mercenary stands over him with his pistol pointed down right at him.
“Oh why don’t ya just take a wild shot in the dark, as ta who I am…” The mercenary says in a cold, almost emotionless, taunting tone.
It finally hits the injured man after a several seconds, “I… I… am fucked… You’re that contract killer, guy, aren’t ya. I mean… K-kill-,” His pitch heightens as K presses the barrel of the suppressor into the man’s wound, “Killshot, fuck stop!”
“Well, I’ll give ya that since ya’re right on the money, for an idiot. Now, tell me where ya fat pig of a boss is…” He twists the barrel very slowly in a half circular motion, as he is crouched beside his victim.
“Fuck you, ya kangaroo fucker! I ain’t gonna tell you shit!” He yells at the man with the gun, before spitting on K’s face.
The Australian reaches up and wipes the saliva from his cheek, “Really now… Resortin’ ta that kind of actions… Okay…” He trails off as he squeezes the trigger once again.
“FUCK!” The downed capo yells as loud as he could, as the bullet went straight through again. “God fuck you!” He begins to breathe very heavily as his heart races.
“Well, since ya ain’t gonna be easy ta cooperate with…” He removes the barrel from the man’s leg, and aims it at his head.
“Alright, alright! Just, kill me and I’ll tell ya alright?” The capo says as he holds his hands up, wincing as he lets go of his wound.
“No promises, now talk…” K demands the man, still keeping his gun aimed.
“Alright… Well in a couple days, there is a meeting down at the docks. Some warehouse that is all I know man.” He shakes as panic begins to consume his thoughts.
“Better, now here’s a message for your boss…” He gets ready to pull the trigger again
“No no n-!” A muffled gunshot and a bullet to the man’s head, the capo’s now lifeless head holds an ‘o’ with his lips, as it falls down to the cement below bouncing for a brief moment with the sudden impact.
The cold blooded mercenary gets up on his feet again, looking at the blood on his pistol. He brings it close to his trench coat to wipe off the fresh splats of blood. Wrapping his with the cloth of his coat, he polishes what he can. But there was still the man who was being beaten.
The poor soul was at the wrong place, at the wrong time, “T-thank you sir, I don’t know how to repay you.” The young looking man says to the killer with the red shades.
“Yeah yeah…” K says as he turns around pointing the pistol into the less than fortunate man’s direction. Two barely visible muzzle-flashes leave the pistol, as the man is hit twice in the chest. K begins to make his way back to Amaya, finally after his interrogation was over.
Blood slowly trails out of the now dead club patron’s mouth.
Issue #3: A Deadly Snakebite
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Issue #4: The Tower Falls
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(Red Spider and Nexus Academy Storyline)
Prologue: The Hunted
2013, a brand new year for brand new contracts. K was contacted by his superiors, that the ARGENT Genetics Department was interested in a target. They wanted K to hunt down a vigilante super-human by the name Alexander Shen, also known as Red Spider. He possessed powers that interested the genetics team, and found he could be of use to ARGENT. K was informed the one called Red Spider, had the ability to paralyze targets with a single punch and was able to camouflage himself to blend in. Reading through the entire briefing that was given to him, K realized this young vigilante might be some mild trouble to him, if he did a misstep on the mission. K gathered what he needed for the task: his gear, his trusty McMillan Tac-50, a new tranquilizer that was designed to shut down the nervous system of super-humans, and to top it all off a helicopter. K flew the helicopter out from the Canadian ARGENT Facility, and over to Downtown Millennium City. He set it down on top of a rooftop, and grabbed his rifle once it was down. He exited the helicopter, now looking for a vantage point. He saw one on a near by skyscraper and thought, time to go air borne again. Setting his rifle against the helicopter, he begins firing up his jet-pack using his mobile computer system. Once the thrusters came online, he picked back up his rifle and made his way up over to the spot.
A couple hours go by, as K lied in wait on the nearby skyscraper. His rifle's bi-pod were set out, and his optics zoomed in to watch over the baited location. K knew what his target looked like, in his red and black spandex hero attire. Something caught his attention, he peered over at what it was. Bingo, there was the swinging Spider he was after. K pulls the bolt back and loads the neurotoxin based tranquilizer in. He watches Red Spider, as Red lands on the very same rooftop with the Helicopter. K watches as Red walks up to it, no doubt wondering why it was there in the first place. A smirk forms on K's face, as he thinks to himself how much of a cake walk this is. Red was taking the bait just like he wanted. Though, K wasn't for sure if Red was just curious or very dumb. He notices Red Spider looking around, seeming to figure out that the helicopter belonged to ARGENT.
Readying his rifle, he takes aim at his target, a quarter mile away. "Bang", he says aloud to himself as he squeezes the trigger.
The rifle sends the tranquilizer down past the nearby buildings, to the unsuspecting vigilante. K watches, as Red reaches up to his neck and plucks the small dart out. Time to go greet his target with reality. He folded up his the bi-pod, and then began to get his jet-pack online again. Taking flight back down, with his rifle, to the slowly fading Spider. Red began to stumble, as he tried to camouflage himself to hide, but it was no use. K had turned on his thermal optics, before landing. It didn't stop Red as he tried to fight back, but it was faintly obvious to him that K was toying with him. Dodging the slow punches the Red tried to hit him with, K laughed at the boy. Seriously, why is the boy bothering? He is going down either way, because he is up against the best. Before K knew it, Red was falling over the edge of the building to the streets below. Launching the thrusters, once again, he dove off after.
Out in the frozen north, K's borrowed ARGENT helicopter returns. He was successful in capturing Alex for the Genetics team. Though it seemed Red's body fought off the neurotoxins faster than K had thought for. Alex was missing his cuffs that allowed him to swing, but where was he going to swing with little to nothing to swing from? He broke out of the helicopter and began to fight past the several ARGENT troops awaiting outside it. K strolled up to a window aboard his transport, and pulled out his energy pistol. Alex wasn't getting away from him. He flipped on his concentrated beam, and the pistol began to charge. He grinned, as he pulled the trigger, sending the condensed beam near Red and the ARGENT Troops. The explosion caused by the highly damaging blast sent Red flying several feet away, and killed a few of the ARGENT members. K hopped out of the transport he flew in on, and walked up to Alex. Switching the pistol back to its standard firing mode. He observed Red, trying to sit up but was struggling. Seems he had injured him a little. The ARGENT operative walked up to Red, and pressed his boot down on his chest. K reassured Alex, that he wasn't going anyway. That wasn't enough to stop Red from trying to fight back, again. Alex tried with all his might to get K off of him, and did so with a hard hitting punch to K's shinguard. Damn this kid hits hard, he thought to himself as he let off the boy. Alex got up, and made a run for the woods near by. The ARGENT Troops were starting to head after the escapee, but K told them not to bother. With a couple simple key codes, he had one behemoth in mind that could take care of with.
Out in the woods, Alex tried his best to navigate but it was no use. He had no idea where he was going, or where he was even at. A thunderous crash was heard not to far from Red, but what was it? He drew closer, and heard what sounded like machinery. He looked and saw a walking robotic tank heading towards him. A faint robotic like voice is heard, what appeared to be a light form on the robots chest. It got brighter, as a large beam was zooming toward Red. Alex rolled out of the way, as an explosion destroyed a tall nearby tree. The nine foot tall tank like robot was closing in on him, Red could only think to hide behind a tree. Loud clanky footsteps are heard walking up to the tree, as the roots crack in the ground.
The tree is lifted up and thrown out of M.A.T.R.U.'s way. "Woah", Alex thought, "What have they fed this thing?"
Red had to think of something to hopefully beat this metallic beast. Which what he thought up, was not so brilliant but it was better than nothing. In a single flip like leap, he landed on the robot's back. Reaching into it's exposed neck, he started to pull wires.
"Defense protocol engaged", the robot says in a emotionless tone.
"What did it say?" Alex wondered but he soon found out.
Three million volts of electricity shoot out from the robot, severally shocking the poor vigilante. Alex did his best to leap away, managing to get only ten feet from the metal monster. He staggers trying to stay up from the shock of a life time.
Slowly looking up, he sees the robot with his right arm cocked back and standing only five feet from him.
"This is going to hurt a lot", he told himself as he closed his eyes.
M.A.T.R.U sent forth a punch that Red had never experienced before, sending the boy a few hundred feet into the woods. Alex went through a few trees in the course he was sent flying on, injuring him beyond the point of wanting to get up. The robot engaged his jet thrusters located on its metal boots, and in a single leap landed only seven feet from the downed hero. Picking the barely awake Red Spider, by his head, M.A.T.R.U shocked the boy again. Though it wasn't with three million volts, but with around eight hundred thousand. Alex's body, went limp as he passed out due to the hands of M.A.T.R.U.
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These are the few mercenaries, and other persons working for ARGENT, that K calls upon when he needs assistance. The mercenaries who he calls on, are the elite task-force members of The Taskmasters