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Post by deadpool on Sept 22, 2006 19:48:26 GMT -5
“Sir... I'm pretty sure this is a bad idea.” William said, standing with Deadpool in the jeep, looking at the remarkable fortress. “You'd think with a base like this, the person in charge would be seeking to keep people OUT of the establishment?”
Deadpool eyed the building, scanning it's defenses and strengths. “Well sure. You'd THINK that... but maybe it's designed to keep someone IN?”
William stared blandly at the mercenary. “No. It's quite clearly designed to turn away attacks.”
“Well I guess we'll have to agree to disagree.”
“No, you're simply wrong.”
Deadpool nodded. “Maybe you're wrong, but we can't run that risk, can we?”
“What?”
“Okay.” Deadpool asked, turning his head in his hands, a series of pops coming from his neck. “What say you we simply head up and knock on the door? It worked with that cute little Scottish number. She lived in an odd fortress, too.”
They sat back down, William sighing, and moving the jeep forward. “This is a very bad idea, sir.”
“William. If the swords are in there, they're in there. And if they're in there, I'm going go get them... I mean, how bad of a person could possibly live here? Whattya think, Dracula lives here? Magneto? Come on man.”
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Post by magneto on Sept 29, 2006 14:09:23 GMT -5
"Mr. Lensherr?"
Richard Burrows, one of the newest members of staff addressed the master of El Dorado tentatively.
Erik looked up from the report on his desk that revealed the results of some of the tests performed on Ana. Things looked promising. Physically she was stable and thus far there was no evidence of the psychosis that had manifest in some of the other subjects. The full extent of her abilities remained to be revealed however.
That would be his next port of call once ...
"Yes Mr. Burrows?" He said to the young man, one eyebrow cocked in question.
"There's uh, well we seem to have an intruder sir."
Erik was on his feet faster than many would have given credit for a man his age. Several of the metallic objects on his desk actually jumped up with him before clattering noisily down again.
"Fetch a team armed with pacifier weaponry and have them meet me at the main gate. We have another volunteer for the procedure."
Richard turned to leave.
"And quickly Mr. Burrows!"
The young man scurried away.
Less than five minutes later and the former leader of the Brotherhood stood at the head of an armed and armoured squad of five.
"Do NOT move unless I say so," Erik told his minions.
Then the doors swung open and the daylight spilled in.
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Post by deadpool on Sept 29, 2006 14:39:49 GMT -5
Just as Deadpool was considering exactly how to knock on the door, it slowly began to open. He planted his hands on the roll bar of the jeep, and flipped up into a sitting position on the front windshield, waiting to see who would show.
… It was Magneto and Friends.
“OhcrapitreallyisMagneto!” He said in a jumbled rush. “I mean… seriously, what were the odds of that?”
William tensed up, wondering seriously why he’d chosen such a stupid way to die, and then DP turned to face him.
“Guess I owe you a coke, good William.”
“Mr. Wilson, you can’t seriously expect to- ” was all William could manage before Deadpool was already standing.
“Hey Mr. Neato.” The merc said with a little wave. “Big fan of your work. Golden Gate bridge right? I’ve had that episode of Cops on my Tivo for about a year now.”
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Post by magneto on Sept 29, 2006 15:15:56 GMT -5
Erik gave the strange red and black suited man a tight-lipped smile. He was either extremely brave or extremely foolish. Or mad. Given that he was dressed in an all-in-one leather body suit, sitting on top of a jeep's windscreen and being driven around by a butler, he strongly suspected the latter.
That was fine; it would mean any psychosis caused by the machine would be hardly noticeable.
"Mr. Wilson," he had caught the name the butler had muttered as the door opened, "you have a very small window of opportunity in which to explain your presence."
He raised a hand and the five armed guards took aim.
"Because unlike many whom people would call villain, I do not monologue."
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Post by deadpool on Sept 29, 2006 15:31:34 GMT -5
“Whoa whoa whoa!” Deadpool said, his attention now fully enrapt. “I’m here looking for a pair of adamantium Katana, lost to me in the battle of Baltimore. I was sent by a fortune-telling mutant. Also, now that you’re here, I’d like to offer you my business card!”
He pointed at his chest, implying that’s where the cards were.
“As a professional. I’m Wade Wilson, better known as Deadpool. You know? The Merc with a mouth? The unkillable Weapon X reject? The guy who delivers ten times outta ten? One bad mutha – shutcho mouth – but I was talkin’ about Wade!”
William was ready to inch down and throw the jeep into reverse, just incase this situation went south. He doubted he’d make it far… but mama raised him to give it the old College Try.
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Post by magneto on Oct 1, 2006 5:53:42 GMT -5
"Well Mr. Wilson," Erik said, the tight smile never leaving his face, "as a matter of fact there is something you can help me with, you and your manservant as a matter of fact."
The guard team fanned out, their weapons still trained on the mismatched pair.
"Step inside and we can discuss ... possibilities."
He turned to the side and spread one arm wide in a gesture that encompassed the open doorway.
At the same time he reached out with all of his returning power and grasped the jeep. He didn't move it at all, but it was effectively rooted in place should this pair of intruders attempt to flee the scene.
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Post by deadpool on Oct 1, 2006 12:24:21 GMT -5
“oh....” Deadpool said, looking back at William with a smile he couldn't see under the mask. “There we go. Come on.”
“Sir, I don't think that -” William began.
“Magneto wants us to help him out, we help him out. Talk about a class act boss... you know how much prestige I can get back at the Hellhouse for taking a job for this guy? It'd be better than time I was hired by Lance Bass.” DP interrupted.
Hopping off the Jeep, he started to walk inside, William joining him begrudgingly. As they neared the cluster of soldiers and Magneto, Deadpool was talking again.
“So what are we talkin' here? Hit-job? Guard-job? Hand-job? Because I don't do ninjas. What kind of pay do you have here in the Magneto Secret Hide Out of Doom? You guys get dental?”
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