Professor Krueger is regarding as a terrorist by the world’s leaders.
His advancements with technology have lead only to further suffering at the hands of ill-intended villains – the progress pressing further into the realm of warfare than any other facet of society. Of course, the Professor himself was far too pre-occupied with his work to even notice how humanity utilised his findings; the thrill of invention and discovery more important to him than the manner in which his discoveries would be used throughout the world.
Because of this rather uncaring outlook Krueger has made a great deal of enemies. Not only do the leading nations of the world wish for his progress to come to a permanent halt but even those of the lower-class peoples had heard of his dastardly work and actively demand his head. Public enemy #1, Professor Krueger formed the Krueger Foundation; a creation that would serve as his protection for both the present and the future. Within the Foundation resided an elite team of men and women with only their own selfish interests in the forefronts of their minds. To be a part of this Foundation was both a blessing and a curse; you were given your freedom to choose whether or not to continue being a part of the Foundation and have whatever it is you desired. At the same time you were an accomplice to the most wanted man in the world; his exploits falling upon his own deaf ears as he toiled away in his workshops and laboratories. One thing that continued to recur with the various employees was the same, singular question: Was he an evil man? Even if he had caused the world to begin crumbling under the weight of the consequences each of his inventions and progressions brought, was that his intention? Anyone who knew the man would strongly argue against that idea.
The Foundation faces crisis now however as their leader and founder disappeared from his workshop one day, along with the formula for his latest work; the Serum of Truth. This was not some plaything to be used in interrogations however – the serum brought forth the fundamental difference between each person to the surface in the form of a unique ability or attribute. Fletcher, the man responsible for letting Krueger be taken and most likely killed by the deceptive friend he once held dear, had taken the serum and gained strength that showed off his tough exterior and the will to continue pressing forwards. That is but one example of the power the Professor had unlocked through his research. With the Professor gone, his work halted and the Foundation facing doom under the thumb of other countries military might, the members of the Foundation desperately searched for and protected the last descendant of the brilliant man.
Her name is Avery.
“Operation is go.” The static broke suddenly to reveal the gruff voice over the communicator, giving off the order to the team of armed men that silently waited for those very words just before the door leading into Avery Collins’ apartment building. The man on point spun and kicked the heel of his heavy, Kevlar boot into the surface of the door – causing it to cave inwards and swing open suddenly. The five men poured inside with haste, their submachine guns raised and readied with laser-guided sights, tactical flashlights readied and masks prepared for when they utilise their tear-gas grenades.
Even if she wasn’t related to the conflict brewing because of Krueger’s inventions, she was still of his lineage and very much susceptible to becoming a monster akin to his design. The task force had been sent in on the orders to bring the woman in for questioning (torture most likely involved in the process). If she resisted whatsoever, the five were allowed to open fire at their discretion as nobody knew what this particular woman, who went by the alias of ‘Daggers’ was capable of. The team reached her main door, reading the number upon its surface and reconfirming that it was indeed her home. Noting sounds of shuffling about within, they gave the report to their commanding officer who quickly acknowledged and ordered for her capture. Rearing slightly, the man on point once again readied himself, waited for his team’s okay and charged through with his boot once again – smashing the door open to reveal her apartment.
“Hands on your head, little lady!” demanded the team leader, who brandished his SMG first and moved past the other four to get into the room.
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45 seconds earlier…
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Giving off a heavy sigh, his breath mixed with the smoke of his almost finished cigarette spilling from behind his nostrils, Fletcher flicked the butt to the side and re-checked his harness to be sure he wouldn’t be catapulting to the pavement below when he was to start moving. Drawing the phone from his pocket, he hit the single speed-dial set in its records and waited as the dial tone resounded against his ear. Once it was picked up, he didn’t bother waiting for her greeting.
“Walk to your window and open it. Fail to do this within the next ten seconds and you will die.” His voice carried a tone of discontent with it, something she probably would have picked up on the other end of the phone. Without a second’s hesitation, Fletcher threw himself from the top of the apartment complex, spinning about and readying his legs – the harness whipping over his head and suddenly snapping taught. His body carried forwards and either heel planted firm to the underside of Avery’s single window to her small apartment. The window had indeed been opened. The corner of his pursed lips curled upwards just slightly, showing off his approval for being daring enough to do as asked by someone she had not yet met. Without a word, his arm shot forwards and fingers curled into her shirt – grasping it roughly. Yanking her out the window in a single motion, he slung her over his shoulder and released the first safety lock of his harness – the two catapulting downwards suddenly and silently (save for any noises she might have made at the time, which was very likely to happen).
The second safety lock on the harness sudden snapped loudly, taking their combined weight and suddenly causing them to stop a mere half-metre over the pavement. With his free arm, Fletcher cut the harness with a well-placed slash of his knife, folding it back up once he landed and returning her to her feet. Glancing back upwards towards where he’d plucked Avery from, he remained silent as the helmeted head of a special operations soldier peeked down at them.
“Down there! Target has escaped the building, unknown accomplice present!”
“Open fire!”
Before the orders for combat to engage even came, Fletcher had turned about on his heel and tackled Avery onto his shoulder once again, charging away with her and making it around the corner just before the men in her apartment could stick their weaponry out the window and take aim. With the girl on his shoulder, no partners to speak of able to help him with the mission and only an extraction point available to him, all he could do to keep on track was rush through the crowds of people on the street – getting a great many looks from passer-by’s and the odd questioning shout to Avery, wanting to know if she were being kidnapped or not. Even if she were trying to stop him through the use of others in the street, he had zero intentions of stopping his advance; powering through anybody that got in his route.
Finally, as they approached the end of the street and towards the T-junction, a van pulled up with a sharp screech – the door flinging open to reveal a man and woman, both in suits and each readying a weapon and aiming their way. Not firing their weaponry however, they waited patiently as Fletcher dove in with Avery – suddenly slamming the door shut behind him and one of the two bashing against the wall to let the driver know to move off.
And now here she was; in a van with three unknown, dangerous-looking people and zero answers to show for it so far. Fletched panted quietly as he regained himself against the nearby wall, undoing the belt for the harness and slowly setting it aside whilst the other two remained silent for now – a man with long, straight blonde hair and a woman with deep, chestnut locks and an inquisitive expression upon her features.
Scout
