The Vanguard
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Dear god, that has to be one of the biggest f-up's I've ever done, well at least I sent away the right character. To clarify I meant to type, Aqualung (Femme Fatale), NOT Berethond (Nietzsche), HE is still in the game. I'm going to edit it right away. This is worse than the time I went 2 post referring to a character with the name of another character from a totally different RP.
Handle: Marlowe
Appearance: Bald. Scarred skin. 6 feet tall. Skinny. Generally wears a sweater-vest with a white collared shirt and nice pants.
Powers: The ability to control an object/persons age, either causing them to become younger or older.
Personality: Very Self-Centered. Considers himself superior to others, but wants to protect other people. A media whore. Wishes to be remembered by the people. Does not refrain from killing criminals.
Bio: David Rapp was an actor in the local theater when it was burnt to the ground during a performance. Although he was horribly injured, a man gave him the opportunity to reclaim his life. In return, he would be experimented on. These experiments gave him the ability to cause objects to age rapidly, and he easily disposed of the criminals.
He now roams the city, looking for criminals to dispose of, so that people may remember him.
Appearance: Bald. Scarred skin. 6 feet tall. Skinny. Generally wears a sweater-vest with a white collared shirt and nice pants.
Powers: The ability to control an object/persons age, either causing them to become younger or older.
Personality: Very Self-Centered. Considers himself superior to others, but wants to protect other people. A media whore. Wishes to be remembered by the people. Does not refrain from killing criminals.
Bio: David Rapp was an actor in the local theater when it was burnt to the ground during a performance. Although he was horribly injured, a man gave him the opportunity to reclaim his life. In return, he would be experimented on. These experiments gave him the ability to cause objects to age rapidly, and he easily disposed of the criminals.
He now roams the city, looking for criminals to dispose of, so that people may remember him.
Outside of the meeting room The roar of a Cargo plane could be heard, it slowly got louder and then left. "Hey Can i get a hand here?" yelled mark, as he limped into the hanger dragging his kit with him. "man this place was hard to find, good thing i got some contacts in the DoD and CIA or i would have never found you guys again".
" Broken Arrow! Thought we might not ever see you again, glad to see the mercenary lifestyle didn't tie you up. We were just comparing notes," The Untouchable went over what he had said before Mark arrived for Mark's benefit. "... So the way I see it if we can find out how they contacted you the first time we can trace the paper route back to our enemies. Is there anything you can tell us with?"
"I got a package with a little screen on it." Jared told them, "When I turned it on, it gave a message of you telling about the backup plan, then it switched to a GPS that lead me to the jungle base."
He thought back to those events. "I dropped the GPS somewhere in Killman's compound, when they gassed us. But the package might still be at my house."
He thought back to those events. "I dropped the GPS somewhere in Killman's compound, when they gassed us. But the package might still be at my house."
"Same as them, got a random package delivered to me..." he sighs, "fucked if I know where it is though."
"Should be easy to find, never know they may have put a 'return to sender' address on it," Chris groans sarcastically.
"Should be easy to find, never know they may have put a 'return to sender' address on it," Chris groans sarcastically.
"I'm pretty sure they weren't that stupid." The Untouchable replied completely missing Chris's sarcasm. "Mark can I see yours?"
"Sure," Mark handed the Untouchable the package. The Untouchable then took it and placed it on the table, he pressed a button and the familiar message played.
" Uncanny," He said after the film had ended, " Just un-fricken-canny. Whoever did this must be one of the greatest actors in the world. The quite literally got every aspect of me down, my speech, vocabulary, the way I hold myself when I talk, just about everything I could think of that makes me, well me. There isn't a single anomaly that would suggest who this person is, but, perfection is it's own anomaly. There aren't many people who could do such a perfect job, fewer who could do it without knowing the person for years, and even fewer who would be willing to work with Dr. Killman. I've got a hunch, everyone get ready, this place has whatever equipment you will need in the armory, Junker come with me we're going to fix your hand."
"Sure," Mark handed the Untouchable the package. The Untouchable then took it and placed it on the table, he pressed a button and the familiar message played.
" Uncanny," He said after the film had ended, " Just un-fricken-canny. Whoever did this must be one of the greatest actors in the world. The quite literally got every aspect of me down, my speech, vocabulary, the way I hold myself when I talk, just about everything I could think of that makes me, well me. There isn't a single anomaly that would suggest who this person is, but, perfection is it's own anomaly. There aren't many people who could do such a perfect job, fewer who could do it without knowing the person for years, and even fewer who would be willing to work with Dr. Killman. I've got a hunch, everyone get ready, this place has whatever equipment you will need in the armory, Junker come with me we're going to fix your hand."
"Sounds good to me." Jared said, getting up from the table and following Untouchable. In the back of his mind he was getting a worried about what that actor could mean for them. Killman seemed to have any resources he needed, and he had a perfect impersonator for Untouchable. Who else could he have under his thumb?
"So how are you going to fix me?" He asked.
"So how are you going to fix me?" He asked.
Marlowe woke up in an alley, bleeding, when he remembered the number that he had written down a few days ago. Running his hand over the wounds, he watched as the cuts on his arm clotted and scarred within seconds. He stood up and walked his way to a nearby payphone, where he typed in the cellphone number of The Untouchable.
"Oh you'll see." The Untouchable motioned Junker into a room labeled "Infirmary" The room had several cots, but in the center of the room was a large machine that looked like a MRI, and was at least three times the size. The Untouchable motion for Junker to take a seat on the platform that slid into it.
" This is a tissue growth accelerator, does wonders for broken bones, bruising, and and ripped tendons. I confiscated it when I took this base. It generates a energy field that increases the growth rate of cells, healing wounds in minutes. We're just going to slide your hand in now, just let me strap you in." The Untouchable strapped Jared into a dizzying array of straps that held him down so tight he doubted a regular man could move a muscle, the oddest one was the one that went over his mouth preventing him from talking.
" Oh don't worry about the straps, it's just to make sure we don't grow you a new arm if you fidget or something like that, now just sit tight and I'm going behind that foot thick lead wall to start this baby up!" The Untouchable ran behind a large partition to and pressed a button to start the machine. A whirring was soon the only sound that could be heard but as soon as the machine activated an intense pain, several times greater than when Junker broke his and to begin with, shot through Junker's arm, he tried to scream but the strap over his mouth muffled him.
" Did I forget to tell you this thing hurts like a *****! Cause you may have wanted to known that before you started! In fact I think that's why we have all the straps come to think of it!"
Finally the machine stopped and the Untouchable popped out, untied Junker. " There you go, good as new! He pointed at his hand." Before Junker could respond a phone in the infirmary went off, The Untouchable picked it up to hear Marlowe's voice on the other end.
"Marlowe? Why did you call?... You were knocked out?... No idea why?... I've got a hunch, stay safe, I think we're in the same boat, I'll fly by."
" This is a tissue growth accelerator, does wonders for broken bones, bruising, and and ripped tendons. I confiscated it when I took this base. It generates a energy field that increases the growth rate of cells, healing wounds in minutes. We're just going to slide your hand in now, just let me strap you in." The Untouchable strapped Jared into a dizzying array of straps that held him down so tight he doubted a regular man could move a muscle, the oddest one was the one that went over his mouth preventing him from talking.
" Oh don't worry about the straps, it's just to make sure we don't grow you a new arm if you fidget or something like that, now just sit tight and I'm going behind that foot thick lead wall to start this baby up!" The Untouchable ran behind a large partition to and pressed a button to start the machine. A whirring was soon the only sound that could be heard but as soon as the machine activated an intense pain, several times greater than when Junker broke his and to begin with, shot through Junker's arm, he tried to scream but the strap over his mouth muffled him.
" Did I forget to tell you this thing hurts like a *****! Cause you may have wanted to known that before you started! In fact I think that's why we have all the straps come to think of it!"
Finally the machine stopped and the Untouchable popped out, untied Junker. " There you go, good as new! He pointed at his hand." Before Junker could respond a phone in the infirmary went off, The Untouchable picked it up to hear Marlowe's voice on the other end.
"Marlowe? Why did you call?... You were knocked out?... No idea why?... I've got a hunch, stay safe, I think we're in the same boat, I'll fly by."
Mark wandered around the place and searched for the armory. "ahh.....my Calling" said mark as he walked through the Armory doors. "wow" he muttered to himself looking over the M21 rifles, M-16, M-4 and Various other Implements of Mayhem, then he saw it, a Shoulder fired Thermobaric Rocket launcher. "Oh my sweet Jesus. I call Dibs" as he ran his hand over the weapon.
Junker backed away from the machine, breath ragged, clutching his repaired hand. Why the hell didn't he tell me that first? As soon as the machine turned off, the pain had completely vanished, so he was left feeling unsure of how bad it actually had been. He watched Untouchable finish his conversation and hang up, then said, "You could have warned me first. Be careful from now on, because I can't wait to strap you into that thing." He smiled, then asked, "So who was that?"
Marlowe hung up the phone and sighed, leaning against the booth. He rubbed his arm where he was cut. It was sore, but the pain was slowly beginning to fade. "Soon," he thought. "I will be safe."