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[CENTER][img]https://i.imgur.com/sDZYU4Q.jpg?1[/img][/CENTER][COLOR=BLACK][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]N E W   Y O R K   C I T Y[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][sup][color=SILVER]November 12[sup]th[/sup], 2017 - 6:02 PM | [i]United Nations Headquarters[/i][/color][/sup][/INDENT]
[INDENT][INDENT][COLOR=SILVER][B]"This is Christine Everhart, coming to you live from the heart of North America's favourite city, New York. Tonight, we're broadcasting directly from outside of the United Nations Headquarters as a diplomatic summit is being held to negotiate peace between warring Atlantis and Lemuria."[/B][/COLOR] The blonde woman said as she smiled as large as she could into the camera. Behind her black limousines passed by, stopping at the security gate before continuing their way in. The diplomatic summit had been called to try and find a mediation between the warring nations of Atlantis and Lemuria. Representatives from across the globe had been asked to stand in on the summit with the United States providing a neutral ground as President Trump sits in on the mediation. 

[COLOR=SILVER][B]"As you can see behind me,"[/B][/COLOR] The blonde woman said, teeth flashing brightly as she beamed into the camera. [COLOR=SILVER][B]"World leaders of several of the most progressive countries have joined us here tonight. The most distinguished among them, King T'Chaka of Wakanda. Wakanda has been especially pivotal in these talks so far although they've been heavily opposed by Queen Beatriz of Biyala and Dr. Victor Von Doom of Latveria."[/B][/COLOR] The reporter continued on the television screen as Slade Wilson felt a familiar presence darken his doorway.

[COLOR=DARKORANGE][b]"Wintergreen."[/b][/COLOR] The Terminator stated as he took a drink from the glass of scotch in his hand.

[COLOR=SLATEGRAY][b]"We have work,"[/b][/COLOR] Wintergreen stated as the older man passed a tablet in Slade's lap. [COLOR=SLATEGRAY][b]"The client has a bit of an odd request, but the money is very good."[/b][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DARKORANGE][B]"Yes, he always pays his debts,"[/B][/COLOR] Slade muttered as he took a look at the contract in front of him. [COLOR=DARKORANGE][B]"Ten million a head?"[/B][/COLOR] Slade asked, the eyebrow above his empty socket raising inquisitively.

[COLOR=SLATEGRAY][B]"Apparently the client does not wish for peace between the two subaquatic nations."[/B][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DARKORANGE][B]"Of course not."[/B][/COLOR] Slade groaned, his scarred body rising from the lounge chair. [COLOR=DARKORANGE][B]"War pays."[/B][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DARKORANGE][B]"Bring the big guns, the contract's open. We'll need to hit hard and fast if we want to get paid."[/B][/COLOR] The Terminator added as he hauled a large case out of a nearby closet. [COLOR=DARKORANGE][B]"It's time to suit up."[/B][/COLOR]

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The bar was loud, at this time of evening it was the height of business. The tantalizing aroma of wings, fries and other fried foods were only matched by the various varities of alcohols being poured for customer after customer as they lined the bar. The television screens lining the bar played various sporting events save for the one broadcasting live from the United Nation Headquarters.

[COLOR=INDIANRED][B]"So we either kill the Wakandan, the Atlantean, the Amazon, and the Princess or,"[/B][/COLOR] Floyd Lawton paused as he tipped his pint towards Lester. 

[COLOR=INDIANRED][B]"Or we can kill the Biyalan Queen, the Princess' aid, Count Vertigo, Dr. Doom and the Lemurian."[/B][/COLOR] Polishing off the glass, the marksman slammed it down on the table as he looked the other assassin in the eye. [COLOR=INDIANRED][B]"Care for a friendly competition?"[/B][/COLOR]

[COLOR=MEDIUMSLATEBLUE][B]"Oh, I'm always up for a little competition,"[/B][/COLOR] Bullseye stated as he finished his own drink. [COLOR=MEDIUMSLATEBLUE][B]"What exactly did you have in mind?"[/B][/COLOR]

[COLOR=INDIANRED][B]"I'll bet you half of the payout that I can eliminate the Atlantean and his allies before you can take down the Lemurian and his."[/B][/COLOR] Deadshot grinned as he spun a bullet shell between his fingers on the table between himself and Bullseye.

[COLOR=MEDIUMSLATEBLUE][B]"If that's the bet,"[/B][/COLOR] Bullseye said with a smile. [COLOR=MEDIUMSLATEBLUE][B]"I'm going to need another drink."[/B][/COLOR] He said tipping his drink towards Deadshot before kicking back in his chair with a wicked chuckle.

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The Summit room was flanked by reporters on either side as it was filled with numerous members of parliament, government, and royalty from across the globe. Outside of King T'Chaka, there was Queen Beatriz of Biyala and Princess Audrey of Vlatava. Furthermore, they were joined by Dr. Victor von Doom of Latveria and Queen Hippolyta of Themyscira. Lastly were the warring kings, Orin of Atlantis and Namor of Lemuria. In the center of the room was the President of the United States himself, Donald J. Trump. 

The same contract that had been sent to Slade Wilson had been sent to several high profile assassins, and one very loose cannon. Sitting across the skyline with a very large chimichanga being stuffed into his scarred face while his mask was rolled up.

[COLOR=FIREBRICK][B]"X gon give it to ya,"[/B][/COLOR] Deadpool hummed to himself as he polished the shell of a missile. [COLOR=FIREBRICK][B]"Fuck wait for you to get it on your own."[/B][/COLOR] He continued as he began to load the shell into the launcher. Lifting it over his shoulder, the Merc with a mouth aimed the missile towards the United Nations Headquarters.

[COLOR=FIREBRICK][B]"X gon deliver to ya."[/B][/COLOR] He smiled, licking sauce out of the corner of his mouth as he pulled the trigger. The explosion rocked the skyline of New York as Wade Wilson stood up, tossing aside the missile launcher and skipped happily off the edge of the roof. Finishing the job was going to be far easier than he had ever anticipated.

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The explosion rocked the U.N. Headquarters as Crossbones looked down upon it. Sirens flashed everywhere as police and security alike sprang into action. Shaking his head, Crossbones muttered to himself.

[B][COLOR=BLACK]"How many fuckin' morons got the invite to this party."[/COLOR][/B] Arming his weapons, Crossbones made his way towards the building only to feel something prick in the back of his neck.

[COLOR=SPRINGGREEN][B]"Can't let you do that big boy."[/B][/COLOR] Came a feminine voice as a woman in a smiling mask suddenly dropped in front of him. [COLOR=SPRINGGREEN][B]"Afraid you're going to be taking a small nap while the real assassins make some money."[/B][/COLOR] Groaning as the toxin began taking its toll, Crossbones sunk to his knees as Chesire took off.

The explosion had done significant damage to the United Nations Headquarters, but the glass had held, although nearly completely shattered. Fractures covered the entirety of the surface of the window, the stonework of the building crumbling but holding as the officials inside were covered by their protectors. It was just enough of an opening for Deathstroke the Terminator, however, as he eyed the Wakandan King in his sight. His finger hovered over the trigger for only a second before he pulled it. 

It was truly amazing how a man could be alive one second and gone the next. The compromised glass gave way to the armor piercing round as it burrowed through the glass and continued forward, striking his target true as blood splattered onto the surrounding diplomats. Panic filled the room as the surviving officials dropped to the ground, Orin moving to protect his allies as Namor did the same.

[COLOR=DARKORANGE][B]"One down."[/B][/COLOR][/INDENT][/INDENT]