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[b][color=ed1c24]Deadpool[/color][/b], [color=00aeef]Deadpool[/color] and [color=39b54a]Deadpool[/color]
September 1st, 2012
[s]Rundown Apartment Building[/s] [b][color=ed1c24]Deadpool-Cave, in a Top Secret Location[/color][/b][/center]

The pizza was hot on Wade's tongue as he felt the cheese melting into his mouth. [color=ed1c24][i]Oww, goddammit! If I hadn't already shot that delivery guy I'd shoot him again,[/i][/color] he thought, chewing on the gooey mess before swallowing it down. [color=00aeef][i]We've warned you before about your impulse control issues Wade, perhaps this will be a lesson for you.[/i][/color]

As he tried to think of a witty comeback to himself Wade's attention was diverted by the ringing phone. [color=ed1c24][i]How long's that been going for now?[/i][/color], he wondered. [color=39b54a][i]How would we know? We thought you were the one in control today?[/i][/color] Grumbling to himself Wade quickly plucked the receiver from the cradle and tossed to onto his shoulder before reaching for another slice of smoking hot pizza.

[b][color=ed1c24]"Congratulations! You're our next contestant on Deadpool's World of Guns! You have thirty seconds to explain why you're interrupting our important and ultra-top secret activities or we'll hunt you down and... well, do bad things to you. With badgers. And possibly a marmoset."[/color][/b]

For a second the only sound at the other end of the line was the muttering of a conversation while someone's hand was pressed against the handset, a moment later a voice from the past spoke up, "Mr. Wilson? I'm not sure if you remember me or not, but a while back you did some work for my associates and myself in Las Vegas and we thought we could tempt you back for a special assignment. We can pay top dollar for your services and assure you it won't take up too much of your time."

Chewing on his pizza slice, feeling the cheesy goodness burning into his tongue, Deadpool desperately tried to remember anything about Vegas, but all that came to mind was giant robot suits, a grizzly bear and Weasel. Suddenly a synapse fired in the right place and it all came flooding back. [color=ed1c24][b]"Wait a sec, is this the sleazy casino owner guy, or the other sleazy casino owner guy..? Didn't I beat you guys up back in [url=http://marvel.com/comics/issue/29056/deadpool_2008_26]issue #26[/url]?"[/b][/color]

"If you're talking about our little employment disagreement, I think I speak for everyone here when I say there's no hard feelings on our end for how things turned out. Plus we could really use someone with your particular skill set to help us out with security, on a purely short-term basis."

Chewing on his pizza slice Wade considered the alternatives he had lined up, and realised there weren't any. Even the X-Men had been giving him the cold shoulder lately, even after he'd installed the Deadpool Phone in the library for them to contact him in emergencies. In hindsight blowing his way through the wall with 20 pounds of Semtex probably wasn't the best way to get the phone inside the house, but you had to improvise in a hurry when automated security turrets were shooting at you from all directions. [color=ed1c24][b]"What exactly would you need me to do? And do I get to wear the suit again?"[/b][/color]
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"I'm sorry Mr. Wilson, the suit was a write-off after our little... incident, and with Mr. Hammer's unfortunate departure we've had to fall back on more traditional security options. Which is what brings us back to you." The armoured robot suits built by Weasel had been a blast, but at the end of the day working security for the Las Vegas Gaming Commission had been a drag. Still, for a short-term gig, there were worse places than Vegas to hang out.

"We'll be hosting the Annual Poker World Tournament next week and several big names will be dropping in, including some colourful characters with unsavoury pasts..."

[b][color=ed1c24]"Supervillains, you mean."[/color][/b] Wade interjected, picking a piece of pepperoni from his teeth with a sai.

"We prefer not to label our guests, but in all honesty yes, supervillains. The truth is they tend to be cash rich a lot of the time, and see Vegas as a good place to help increase their fortunes before a big project. We like to keep them well entertained and happy, but with such a big event and so much money floating around..."

[b][color=ed1c24]"You want to make sure none of them decide their next 'big project' is you."[/color][/b] Wade finished off, cutting through the bullshit and coded phrases to get to the chase. [b][color=ed1c24]"If I take the gig I have a few demands of my own."[/color][/b] He said, trying to sound as if he knew what he was doing.

"I'm sure we could accommodate your wishes as part of our employment contract with you."

Jumping to his feet Wade made his way over to the dresser and started tossing his Hawaiian shirts into a suitcase. [b][color=ed1c24]"First of all, I want my own suite. A big one. With a good view over the pool and the women's changing rooms. Second, all my food, drinks and smutty movies will get comped by the hotel, on top of my paycheque. Thirdly, I'll need access to all your security cameras and guards will address me as 'Mi'Lord' while I'm working..."[/color][/b] [i][color=39b54a]"Ask for a marmoset! We're gonna need a marmoset!"[/color][/i]

For the next ten minutes Deadpool listed off his demands and requirements before finally coming to an agreement with the Gaming Commission, and five minutes after that he was on the pavement outside his [s]apartment building[/s] [color=ed1c24][b]Secret Lair[/b][/color] hailing a cab to the airport.

[b][color=ed1c24]"We're going to Vegas, Baby!"[/color][/b] [i][color=39b54a]"Whose baby?"[/color] [color=00aeef]"Seriously,. I thought we'd had the snip five years ago?"[/color][/i]