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	[color=39b54a]“Someone kill that [i]söldner hund[/i]!”[/color]
	
	The sound of the an angered German voice rang over the loudspeaker as gunfire erupted in the secret research facility of the legendary figure from WWII, The Good Doctor followed only by an explosion and the scream of countless lost lives.  The facility was located on an island in the North, a rocky spire rising high above the icy cold waters of the Arctic Sea.  

	And today, the facility burns.

	Countless chemical fires had erupted in the base, no doubt from the large steel chemical vats ripped open as if they were tin foil and set ablaze.  The heat from the crackling infernos licked at the sterile hallways, singing the spilled blood and bodies of countless hired guns who stood in the way of the intruder. Shattered glass littered the floors, evidence of the countless scientific experiments smashed to smithereens and splattered all across the walls, medical equipment and foreign devices bent, battered, and ripped to shreds.  

	But the fight was far from over, as what remained of The Good Doctor’s forces gathered before a large defensive plaza designed as a holdout before the final untouched laboratory, taking whatever was left of their arsenal with them.  Machine guns, shotguns, mounted turrets, and all manner of firearms to protect the few secrets The Good Doctor had, their weapons pointed down the only hallway at the oncoming intruder.  The facility was made to bottleneck adversaries, hoping that if any invading force were to get this far, they would be forced into engaging from only one entry point.

	Of course, they never thought they would have to use this strategy, the clacking of metal rang out as the men pulled up behind the large amounts of cover within the room, hiding behind storage crates, sandbags, and large metallic walls that covered the large metal door of the final lab.  The barking of the last remaining captain rang out over the men as they scampered into firing position.  

	“Hold your fire!”  Called the captain, his voice desperately trying to hiding the wavering fear by yelling louder than usual. “Wait until we get a clean shot before we riddle the bastard!”

	Tension rose as silence permeated the room, the present sense of dread finally sinking over the remaining grunts.  Cold sweat rushed down their faces, their shuddering hands gripping a firm hold on their weapons as they pointed down the hallway, the lights flickering on and off from the intense and rampant destruction that the facility has suffered, clearly the power had taken a severe hit from their intruder.

	However, their thoughts came to a grinding halt as the sound of footsteps on the tile floors began to echo from down the hallway, causing the men to stand at attention, their bodies tense, their muscles taught, their trigger fingers shakingly hovering from the split-second decision to fire.

	[color=0072bc]“Doc, baby, honey, what’s with all the hostility?”[/color]  Came a cocky voice from the hallway, the form of a single man becoming visible in the flickering lights. [color=0072bc]“We were all buddy buddy before, weren’t we?  What’s a few dead bodies between friends?”[/color]

	[color=39b54a]“You ungrateful bastard!  You come in here, destroy my lab, kill my men, and now you make jokes?”[/color]  Came the Doctor’s voice, his German accent highlighting his rage as his torso was broadcasted on a large screen above the door his men were now protecting. His face hidden by his trademark six-slitted mask as he sat on a velvety red throne, [color=39b54a]“I bring you into my fold, I give you the opportunity to join the new world order, the future, and you repay me by killing my emissary, storming into my lab and destroying my experiments!”[/color]

	[color=0072bc]“Okay, to be fair Randal was creepy, I was doing you a favor.  He had the worst case of serial killer vibe with the exact same suit he wore all the time and he did not understand personal space.  You should be thanking me.”[/color]  The man said, the silverish glint of his suit flashing in the flickering lights. [color=0054a6]“However, I hardly call putting me as your little scapegoat for the attack on Lost Haven ‘bringing me into the fold’.  I do all the heavy lifting and hard labor to set up your plan, and what do I get for it?  I get STRIKE on my ass and goodie two-shoes calling me a terrorist, you didn’t even pay me!”[/color]

	[color=39b54a]“You were going to be paid once you succeeded!”[/color]

	[color=0072bc]“Last I checked, I got 3 out of 4 poison vials in the water supply.  Are you saying you couldn’t get the job done without all 4 in there?”[/color]

	[color=39b54a]“STRIKE purged the poison within hours!  They were able to follow your trail of destruction right to them!”[/color]

	[color=0072bc]“Eh, you never said I had to be subtle about it.”[/color]  The man said, offering a casual shrug with his comment. [color=0072bc]“And if subtle is what you wanted, then you bet on the wrong horse for that race, Doc.”[/color]

	The man took a few more steps, causing the guards to shudder in fear as the infamous mercenary deemed ‘War-Pulse’ come into view, already radiating in kinetic energy as he nonchalantly strolled towards the awaiting sea of hunkered down firearms.

	[color=0072bc]“Either way,[i] Herr Doctor[/i], what’s done is done, and I got a job to do here.”[/color]  The kinetic beserker said, a sneer popping through his face mask as he cracked his knuckles. “Call it my own little ‘community service’ from STRIKE.”

	[color=39b54a]“STRIKE?  Those pathetic [i]engstirnig Schweine?[/i]”[/color] The Doctor said, the slits in his mask glowering in frustration, his fist banging on the armrest of his velvety red chair. [color=39b54a]“Good, now when my men are done killing you, I know who to take vengeance on for this travesty of an attack on my hard work!”[/color]

	[color=0072bc]“Right, because these guys have what it takes to stop me.”[/color]  The kinetic beserker sneered as he stepped into the room.  He took a moment to scour the room, seeing each determined face lining their sights to him, the metallic wrenching of metal clacking against one another as the mounted turrets whirled into position , the echos or alarms ringing out in the background permeating into the tense atmosphere as the mercenary’s kinetic aura flared out, crackling across the room. [color=0072bc]“Just like the last hundred men that tried, right?”[/color]

	The German supervillain’s hands gripped tightly onto his chair, the mask barely hiding the seething rage in the old War veteran as his subtle snarling turned into a full blown roar of frustration.  Leaning forward in his chair, the Doctor pointed through the screen, screaming out his orders in a furious rasp before the screen flickered to black. [i][b][color=39b54a]“Der Mann, der mir den Kopf dieser Fick bringt bezahlt Doppel seinen Lohn und ersetzt Randal für seine efforts!”[/color][/b][/i]

	[color=0072bc]“Oooo, pissed him off so much he went full Kraut…”[/color] The merc muttered to himself, raising his arms to the defending squad, giving them an arrogant beckon to gesture them towards him. [color=0072bc]“C’mon boys, you heard the [i]Wienerschnitzel[/i]!  Who wants to die first today?!”[/color]

	And upon his words responded an ocean of gunfire.  Every weapon erupted into a hailfire of bullets, spraying ammunition in hoses of metallic murder at the intruder.  The sounds of the turrets firing off shook the very foundations of the building as the .50 caliber rounds thudded into the mercenary, sparks shearing off of the force of nature’s body, as smoke and dust kicked up from where the bullets ricocheted.  Shotguns, assault rifles, submachine guns, each adding to the cacophony of discharges, followed by the slightest tingle of the shells bouncing along the concrete floor.

	Each second felt like it lasted a bit longer as the point where War-Pulse stood was layered with rounds, ending only when every last clip was emptied into his general location.  

	Silence, the smoke obscuring the entirety of the location where the mercenary stood, the results of their attack unknown at this point.

	Until the sound of a slow clap was heard among the smoke.

	[color=0072bc]“God damn, boys, didn’t think everyone would volunteer at once.” [/color] Came the voice of the cocky merc, emerging from the smoke as if nothing had happened.  He brushed some stray dust off of his coat, undamaged from the assault much to the fear of the grunts.  He let out a demeaning snicker, taking a few more steps into the room as he cracked his knuckles causing kinetic energy to snap out of his hands with each crack. [color=0072bc]“Now, how many of you do you think I can take out before anyone reloads?”[/color]

	Before a soldier got to answer, the merc was upon them, briskly bursting forward with a kinetic blast and sending a man flying into the steel doors behind him with a firmly placed punch to the sternum.  The man next to him fumbled to grab a clip, but his hopes were dashed as back kick to the face caused his body to cartwheel end over end until it smashed into the ceiling.  The turrets moved next, whirling in their position to gain a mark on the force of nature.  But War-Pulse was one step ahead of them and with a quick turn he outstretched to release two kinetic blasts, one for each emplacement.  The turrets never stood a chance, the kinetic energy ripping them apart like they were tin foil, exploding to cause numerous soldiers flying across the room.

	Of course, the mercenary was not fast enough to stop all the men from reloading, but what men were left after War-Pulse’s initial assault had the fight taken out of them.  They dropped their weapons, scrambling to get away from the assailant as another man was launched from a right hook delivered by War-Pulse, absolutely pulverizing the man’s jaw before he bounced off of the bunker behind him and skidding across the floor to a halt.

	[color=0072bc]“Aw, c’mon, is that it?” [/color] War-Pulse shouted, grabbing another runaway by the back of the collar before delivering repeated strikes to the man’s face as he spoke. “I thought there would be a little bit more fight from the men guarding the legendary Good Doctor!”  He tossed the limp body to the ground, strolling to the thick steel door protecting the Doctor’s office.[color=0072bc] “Oh well, I guess not everyone can live up to expectation.”[/color]
	
	The mercenary surveyed the door for a few seconds, his hand brushing up against the metal as he tried to get a read on what he was dealing with.  Of course, he could only tell it was metal, but assuming who was behind it, it had to at least be of titanium quality with ceramic reinforcement.

	Which, to the kinetic warrior, was nothing but an obstacle.  Lining up a shot, the force of nature let his hand sizzle and crackle as energy was drawn to it, the room lighting up as his palm ignited in kinetic power.  He shuffled his hips, planting himself firmly for the release, the air becoming thick with destructive might.

	[color=0072bc]“Knock knock!”[/color]

	The resulting blast knocked straight through the door, ripping it off of its hinges as the plates flung back into the room, bent entirely out of shape as the Good Doctor was forced to abandon the phaser he was going to use on the intruder and leap behind his chair for cover.
  
	[color=0072bc]“Daddy’s home.”[/color]

	But the Good Doctor was not deterred by the impressive 

	[color=39b54a]“Alright, I give up,” [/color] The Good Doctor said, his hands raised in an indignant manner as he scoffed at the mercenary. [color=39b54a]“If only your display at Lost Haven was half as good as what you displayed here was..take me to STRIKE so they may lock me away.”[/color]

	The merc’s brows raised from the reaction, followed shortly by a boisterous, mocking laugh, causing the Doctor to cock his head in confusion. 

	[color=0072bc]“Is that what you think this is?” [/color] War-Pulse asked, his laughter petering through his words. [color=0072bc]“You think I’m here to arrest you?”[/color]

	The Good Doctor, whose attitude had been relatively confident up until now, began to shudder as the reality of the situation sank in.  His knees buckled, hunching down and shielding himself futily as the assailant stepped ever closer.

	[color=39b54a]“W-w-wait War-Pulse...hold on a moment…”[/color]  The Doctor started, backing away from War-Pulse as he advanced forward, the fear beginning to show. [color=39b54a]“W-w-we can work something out...you’ve worked for me before, you know what I’m can do for you, what I can offer…”[/color]

	[color=0072bc]“Yeah, a sense of guilt and a lab in the arctic, apparently.” [/color]War-Pulse shot back, throwing a table aside as he continued his pursuit, the wooden structure shattering against the wall as the contents on the table went spilling across the floor. 

	[color=39b54a]“P-please!”[/color]  The Doctor pleaded, taking a few more steps before he bumped against the wall behind him. [color=39b54a]“Don’t do this!  You ca-ACK!”[/color]

	The pleas of the Doctor were silenced abruptly by the hand of War-Pulse wrapping around the villain's neck, hoisting him into the air as he emitted struggled gasps, grasping at the arm firmly holding him in a deadly vicegrip.

	[color=0072bc]“I will give you this, Doc, between all the fighting back at Lost Haven, I had a shit-ton of fun.  The fights, the flash, the colorful costumes, I ate up every damn minute of it like the fat guy at a pie eating contest.” [/color] War-Pulse began, pulling the Good Doctor off the wall to let him hang freely into the air. [color=0072bc]“But more importantly, I learned something there.  Y’see, twice I was bewitched by a bitch of a sorceress, and a particularly nasty one at that.  She got me to...see things, things that would make even you a bit uncomfortable.”[/color]

	A flick of his wrist and the Doctor careened across the room, crashing through a lab table and sliding into the wall. 

	[color=0072bc]“You aren’t the only monster in the room, Herr Doctor.  In fact, I think you and I probably have around the same kill count.  Sure, we can reason it away as the casualties of war or in your case, the progress of science.  However, that doesn’t excuse it, it just makes us feel better about what it is; murder.  Cold.  Blooded.  Murder.”[/color]

	The Doctor said nothing, merely cowering in fear as War-Pulse outstretched his hand, energy coalescing around his palm as he cornered the scientist.

	[color=0072bc]“Here’s the difference between you and me, though.  I’m aware that I’ve been a monster, and moreso, I do willingly agree that I’ve made some bad decisions in my life.  Hell, I’d give anything to take back some things I’ve done, and I’m starting to realize I can learn from the mistakes I’ve made.  Does that mean that’s going to save me from my own personal seat in hell?  No, probably not, but at least I can make the world a little better when I leave and have some company there before I go.”[/color]

	The Doctor only whimpered as War-Pulse pulled the arm back.

	[color=0072bc]“Commander Anderson sends his regards, you kraut son of a bitch.”[/color]

	A thrust of the arm forward, and the kinetic blast was launched into the Doctor’s body.  His chest compressed as the impact landed, the flesh being ripped to shreds from the sheer impact as his body was all but pulverized against the wall.  War-Pulse did not stop though, his orders had been clear since he got here.  Another blast flattened the Doctor’s body, and another reduced it to shreds.  Again War-Pulse fired, over and over again kinetic waves slammed into the wall until the infamous World War 2 veteran, the world's’ first real Supervillain, was reduced to a bloody pile on the floor, only his mask remaining intact.

	Of course, that had been intentional, evidenced by the fact that War-Pulse picked the mask up after the deed was done.  He snickered to himself, the feeling of killing a legendary figure washing over him with a sense of pride.  He needed a win after his experience in Lost Haven, and his attack on the compound had allowed him to get a sizable amount of stress out of his system.

	He took some time to admire his trophy, his eyes locked on the item as he strolled back through the devastated facility on his way back to the landing pads. 

	[color=0072bc]“Ooooo Waaaarrrrrdeeeennnn...Waaaaarrrrrrdeeeennnnnn.” [/color] The mercenary called mockingly, placing his finger on his commlink to bring his broker to his attention. [color=0072bc]“I've got a pulverized supervillain and a trophy mask with our names on it.”[/color]

	[color=9e0b0f]“And the facility?” [/color] Came Warden’s monotone voice, always straight to the point.
	
	[color=0072bc]“Completely toast, everything this guy was making is now muddled piles on the ground, not to mention this place is rigged to blow when I leave since I ruptured the generator.  The Doctor’s work, his friends, his memories, they’re all going to die here.”[/color]

	[color=9e0b0f]“Good, after this STRIKE will hold up their end of the bargain.  Once you deliver the mask back to the drop point, you will receive a full pardon for your actions in Lost Haven.  They cannot say the same for local law enforcement, heroes, or interpol, but they personally will no longer pursue you for your actions.”[/color]

	[color=0072bc]“Awesome, I was getting real tired of downing STRIKE aircrafts whenever I wanted to make a cross country flight.”[/color]  War-Pulse joked, pocketing the mask. [color=0072bc]“It’s a shame we won’t be getting any money for this job, though.  Or credit for that matter, STRIKE's going to keep it all hush-hush, they could at the very least say that I'm the guy who killed Hitler's homemade superfriend!”[/color]

	[color=9e0b0f]“Oh...I wouldn’t worry about that.” [/color] Warden replied. [color=9e0b0f]“I already have a well-paying job lined up for you…are you worried about going back to Lost Haven at all?”[/color]

	[color=0072bc]“Worried?”[/color]  War-Pulse replied, his eyes flaring up as a hungry little scoff left his lungs. [color=0072bc]“On the contrary, Warden….

	I’m god damned [b]thrilled[/b].”[/color]