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A brow raised as Iron Knight shot heated comments right back at him despite the fact that War-Pulse had already agreed to help. He had not even bothered to acknowledge the handshake, instead deciding to further demonize and attack the mercenary’s stance rather than listen. Either this kid was very bad at negotiations or he had a lot to get off his chest.  While he could not say anything about Icon, he could tell this Iron Knight was not one to make compromise lightly, or even shut up for that matter.  In any other situation, War-Pulse would’ve slapped his helmet in right then and there, but Iron Knight heard what he wanted to hear and just had to be an arrogant dick about it.

He was just lucky that he was making some sense with his talk.  While D-Day was a bit of a toss up between entertainment and necessity, there was the very real complication that with more metahumans work would be much harder to come by.  There was no doubt in his mind he was the best of the best, powers weren’t going to change that, he had gone through enough lengths to make sure that on the off chance he ran into a person as strong as he that he could win on skill alone.  He had done it before, he could do it again, powers alone did not make him a top-rank mercenary in his own mind.  However, a potential employer might not be able to make that differentiation, which would absolutely mess with business.  Part of him relished the challenge a world like that would bring, but he could almost hear Warden silently groaning at the thought that they would not be as profitable.

However, even with the facts laid out, that alone would not have stopped War-Pulse from giving Iron Knight the beating he very clearly needed.

It was the others that did that.

The speedsters, their words caught War-Pulse off guard, even caused his features to soften, combined with Icon’s previous words they provided a case he actually seemed to respond to.  They did not seem to care if War-Pulse was doing it out of the good of his heart or not, but both just seemed happy that he agreed to join them.  If he had said no to their proposal, it could have easily been seen as more scripted nonsense in a desperate attempt to guilt him into joining.

But he already said he’d help, and they still spoke as if they believed Icon and Iron Knight thought he could be redeemed.  Did that mean they meant what they said?  Were they really being so sincere?

Before he really got the chance to contemplate their motivations, Iron Knight had gone on to explain the next phase of his place.  He had displayed another hologram of another metahuman, explaining his need to recruit this person last as part of the team for taking down this superpower threat.  

The mercenary’s eyes popped wide, he recognized the girl almost instantly.

[color=0072bc]“Hey!  I know that girl!”[/color]  He jutted in, moving towards the group while pointing at the display. [color=0072bc]“I saw her during D-Day.  She and I fought some kind of snake-demon in the sewers together, has one hell of a roundhouse kick from what I remember.  If you want to send someone to go after her, send me.  Icon’s your big gun, your poster boy, you’re going to need him in the city a lot more than you’ll need me for both publicity and for tactics.  Lost Haven would lose their shit if the boy scout was seen bailing town.” [/color]

As he continued to plead his case, he did take the time to turn his attention momentarily to the girl speedster, who made it clear she was very happy with his choice.  He returned her sentiments with a smirk underneath his facemask, giving her a thumbs up. 

[color=0072bc]“Hell yeah, Sprint!”[/color]  He shouted to her, giving her a nickname off the top of his head, intentionally poking fun at her exhaustion for the run. [color=0072bc]“Just don't make me regret my decision, I ain’t doing all the fighting for you!”[/color]

As he turned to Icon and Iron Knight, he motioned to where the two speedsters ran off. [color=0072bc]“I like those two.  The guy’s a straight shooter, and the girl’s one hell of a firecracker...you know if she’s seein’ anyone?”[/color]  He laughed, waving the two off before they could answer. [color=0072bc]“Yeah yeah, I know, not the point right now.  Anyway, like I was saying, I know the Spider Chick and it makes much more sense to send me out to Ohio than it does Lost Haven’s prize fighter.  Plus, I got an information broker on call, if anyone can pinpoint your lady, it’s him.”[/color]

He tapped his earpiece to emphasize his point. [color=0072bc]”I can have him synchronize our frequencies so I can radio when I have her on board.  Once her and I get back, I can tell you everything I know about the four metahumans who beat me.  If this is a leap of faith we’re taking, then we’re dropping off that first step together.  You have to trust me, I’ll get Madame Web to get on board.”[/color]