Ultimate Central: The Fanfic - Volume 8

When you need a mystery solve,

When you're in need of a super slooth,

If you think you chick is bangin' someone on the side,

There's one man with the skills to solve the case.

MaxwellSmart, Private Dick extraordinaire!

Plus, journey into the inner circle of this mysterious secret society


50/50 Cartoon Variant


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Now that all my conning for the year is behind me - it's time for me to catch up! :D

*looks forward to this*
 
Obviously. Because I post so infrequently, my appearance on these boards become a rarity, one which none can predict nor restrain their bewildered enthusiasm towards.


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Is this coming out anytime soon?

I was just going to give everyone an update today.

It seems real life has been catching up with me this summer. My job is just zapping the energy out of me. 58 WILL come out next Wednsday, I just want to give my self this week to work on the next issues so we dont get delayed. I'm definitely trying to get this on time, I dont want to have this as delayed as Bass's cause it would not be worth the wait like his was
 
Las Vegas, 10 months ago

In the great city of lust and gambling, The Kenji's Casino is one of the big "hot spots" of the town. On the bustling gaming floor a huge crowd gathers around the high roller's table, with a high stakes poker game reaching its finale. Three players remain, a tuxedo wearing mobster, a stereotypical rich Texan, and a man in a dirty, wrinkled coat with a fedora hat slightly covering his face.

Mobster: I raise you 5,000
Texan: Well shot looks like I'm out, you Yankee Vegas fellas are just too much for an old southern man like me.
Dealer: Sir, do you fold?
Fedora Hat: The name's Smart, MaxwellSmart, Mr. MaxwellSmart too you. P.I. extraordinaire.
Dealer: Hmm, yes. Now Maxwell-
MaxwellSmart: Mister.
Dealer: … Mr. MaxwellSmart, what is your move?
MaxwellSmart: I see his bet and raise him another 7 grand.

The crowd does the obligatory Ooh's, Ahh's, and gasps.

Mobster: That's a pretty hefty bet for a private detective.
MaxwellSmart: Well I have a pretty rich benefactor for this game.
Mobster: Is that right?

The mobster places chips on the table as an attractive woman moves closer and stands next to him.

Bimbo: Honey, aren't you done yet? This is boring.
Mobster: In a minute babe.
MaxwellSmart: Oh is this your wife? Nice.
Mobster: Nope.
MaxwellSmart: I know, in fact your wife hired me; she's my banker for this game.

A ghastly look overcomes the mobster.

MaxwellSmart: Which is funny cause she gets her money from you. You see I've been hired by her to follow you on your little Vegas vacation, and provide evidence of infidelity which I have plenty of. Also she wanted me to tell you she's filing for a divorce.
Mobster: … you- you can't possibly- You're lying.
MaxwellSmart: I may, or this may just be an elaborate ruse to try and distract you. Just have to ask your self one thing. Am I bluffing?

MaxwellSmart takes off his hat revealing that he has no face… well actually it's a mask. Why he was allowed to do this in a poker game is beyond me. As the Mobster sat speechless Maxwell throws his cards on the table

MaxwellSmart: Royal flush.

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Written By: Random
Cover By: Random


Emerging from the Ashes of the Emperor's victory over the Avatars, heroes came together, bonding through various hardships. Now, they are faced with the challenge of overthrowing an empire

~ NURHACHI & DR.STRANGEFATE PRESENT ~
ULTIMATE CENTRAL
THE FANFIC

The Hidden: Get Smart

Volume 8, Issue 58, By Random



The Hidden:
Random - Flight and super strength, also a *****in' sword.
MaxwellSmart - A fedora-wearing all time super sleuth.
Unknown - Who the hell is this guy?




Santa Barbara, Present Day

I sat back in my chair as she began to leave. Wearing a skin tight sexy red dress, her hips bounced back and forth, man she was a looker. As she was about to walk out the door, but before she did she gave a playful wink. Out of all the detective agencies in all the world and she had to walk into mine. Why do I always attract with such complex… wait a minute.

There's something written on my door? I quickly get up and take a look on the other side off my door. On the glass it says "MaxwellSmart Private Dick Face Extraordinaire". Damn kids, bunch of savages in this town. As I go to wipe off the graffiti when I felt a sudden gust of wind, I instantly knew who it was.

MaxwellSmart: Can't you ever use the door Random?
Random: I would have but all I could find were the offices of a Dick-face.
MaxwellSmart: … Oh you son of a *****…

Random was a pretty good guy, a bit of a tool. Though I like the cape.

Random: Wh-what are you doing?
MaxwellSmart: What?
Random: You were talking to yourself out loud.
MaxwellSmart: Oh it's this noir thing I'm trying out.
Random: … seriously?
MaxwellSmart: Can I ask you a question?
Random: The answer is no.
MaxwellSmart: But you haven't even heard it yet?
Random: Let me guess, you are on the verge of becoming intimately close to a female who is either a girlfriend/married/just broke up with a friend of yours?
MaxwellSmart: You're good. But still-
Random: Wise man once said, "Bros before Hoes"
MaxwellSmart: Yeah but just look at this picture.
Random: Max don't go and- whoa… *sigh* I hate it when you ask me these questions.

MaxwellSmart: So anyways, I heard you got into quite a situation a few days ago.
Random: Yeah I met these New Avatars, news travels fast.
MaxwellSmart: The Project.
Random: What?
MaxwellSmart: I believe they are calling themselves, The Project.
Random: Well that's a dumb name.
MaxwellSmart: Boss-man couldn't have been happy about that
Random: The name?
MaxwellSmart: No the fact that you made contact with Ultimate Centralities.
Random: Couldn't be helped, I was tracking down Catalyst and they got in a tussle with him.
MaxwellSmart: They probably made fun of the way he smells, So what new feature did Dr. Warren add this time.
Random: The ability to turn his skin into rocks.
MaxwellSmart: Well that's at least original. I wonder why The Big 7 are just now getting active in Ultimate Central affairs, I would of thought that the technology the United Nations discovered would have kept them busy for another few years.
Random: That's why I'm here. Ultimate Bigby said something about getting a message to meet Catalyst there.

Max walks towards to a board hanging off a wall filled with news paper clippings of different conspiracies. He flips the board around revealing different papers of seemingly random events connected through an intricate web of lines.

MaxwellSmart: Hmm, so that battle wasn't intentional, a meeting would imply an effort in cooperation. Why would they need a group of super heroes, with all their resources? Are they just after a single member? A particular power they need to use? No, then why contact the whole group? And why be so upfront and not use a cover story? They either want to bring the Project under their control or they truly need their help. But why now and what problems are they facing? What has change? … Change? Of course everything's changed.
Random: Huh, what? Sorry I wasn't paying attention to your whole rant.



Santa Barbara, 10 months ago

MaxwellSmart was walking towards his office, pretty pleased with this case, seeing as he made a lot of extra cash from the casinos. But something felt off tonight, usually after a case his mind unwinds and clears itself. Tonight his head felt unusually active. He passes poster for a concert tour of the band: The Emo Chicks, than the wind blows a newspaper into his face.

MaxwellSmart: Hmm, Bank robberies happening around the country.

Then something clicked.

MaxwellSmart: The Emo Chick are robbing banks on there tour! Each robbery takes place in between each stop of their tour, to avoid suspicion.

MaxwellSmart felt odd, he never solved a mystery that quickly. But for some reason he can picture the tour stops and robberies on a map instantly. He was always good at picking up clues but never connected anything that fast.

MaxwellSmart: I must be at the top of my game tonight.

Max shrugs it off and continues down the street, where he can see the flashing of police lights. Curious, Max walks underneath the police tape.

MaxwellSmart: What do we have here, Pops?
Police Officer: Well if it isn't MaxwellSmart, what do you think you're doing get behind the tape, there's no sexual affair to take photos of?
MaxwellSmart: Calm down old timer just curious-

Suddenly Maxwell spots the body.

MaxwellSmart: The waitress from the Shanky's restaurant down the street did it.
Police Officer: What?

What indeed, Max didn't even realize what he did when said that. He solved the case with one look at the body.

Police Officer: What makes you think the waitress did it?
MaxwellSmart: The waitress had a distinct bracelet that left a mark on his left temple.

Police Officer gave Maxwell a strange look. After a few minutes of pointing out other clues that was evidence against the waitress, Max left for his office. What was wrong with him, how could he see these connections so instantly? Now he was really worried.



Santa Barbara, Present Day

MaxwellSmart: E-Day. The day the Emperor basically gained major influence all over the world. Something happened with the Illuminati. Either they want to hand over the Project members to the Emperor or more likely they are losing there straggle hold of the world.
Random: What? Mister "Greatest Detective in the world" has more then one answer for a question?
MaxwellSmart: Weird isn't it. But I don't know much about Ultimate Central. I've been brushing up on everything about them but there's a lot going on with them that don't appear in the news.
Random: We should find out how the society has contacted them and keep our eyes open.
MaxwellSmart: Already on it, The Boss-man told me to find the most likely hideout for The Project.
Random: And that is?
MaxwellSmart: The Doc Comic Mansion.
Random: Doc Comic? You mean that nut that lost it in Manhattan?
MaxwellSmart: The very same. No one has seen him since and the mansion is fortified and its believed to have extremely advance technology. The perfect getaway for your underground superhero team on the go. Also, Google Earth shows there has been recent activity and power surges in that area.
Random: Google Earth can show power surges?
MaxwellSmart: There's a little button in the corner. Anyways the Boss-man has already sent someone to stake out the mansion.
Random: So all we do now is wait?
MaxwellSmart: Correct, so about this chick I was talking about earlier…
Random: Damn it



Santa Barbara, 10 months ago


MaxwellSmart spent most of the night in his office. He sat in a pile of newspaper clippings solving mystery after mystery after mystery. He was sleep deprived and talking out loud, slurring his speech.

MaxwellSmart: The moon landing wasn't faked, but the footage was to hide the truth… Princess Diana's death wasn't an accident; it was to protect the secret of the royal family… Larry King has been dead for five years… Connected… It's all connected, everything… web… web of deceit. Control… spiral… Weapons… The occult… Hollywood… politics… everything tied… tied together.

Suddenly there is a knock at the door.

MaxwellSmart: Heh, wha- *clears throat* who is it?
Voice: Delivery.
MaxwellSmart: Delivery? No, assassination? … too close to truth, wait too soon for reprisal.

Maxwell staggers to the door and opens it/

Mobster: Remember me?
MaxwellSmart: … no?

His ploy didn't work and several large thugs grabbed him through the door.



Santa Barbara, Present Day

Random: No, compile the basics of everything we know about the Big 7 and their organization.
MaxwellSmart: Why?
Random: I think Project should know who they're dealing with.
MaxwellSmart: Are you nuts! If they do side with the Illuminati, they will know everything we know, and I know that's not a good idea. Plus the Boss-man would never approve.
Random: That's why we're not going to tell them. Listen if the Illuminati do convince Project to join them, we will have a bigger problem on our hands. We don't have to tell them everything, just enough.
MaxwellSmart: I don't like this.
Random: I know, but it's the right thing to do.
MaxwellSmart: *sigh* you and your "right thing". Fine, give me a few days and I'll have a report ready.
Random: Thanks Max.
MawellSmart: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just make sure the Boss-man doesn't find out.

Random move towards the window.

MaxwellSmart: Hey that dick face thing will wash off right?

Random pause for a second and just smile as he flies off.

MaxwellSmart: *sigh* … bastard…



Santa Barbara, 10 months ago

MaxwellSmart sat, tied to a chair. The thugs have roughed him up good, not the worse he's had but this situation feels bad.

Mobster: I'm surprised you didn't fight back.
MaxwellSmart: I'm a lover not a fighter.
Mobster: So it would seem. Do you know what you've done to me?
MaxwellSmart: Well I haven't slept for over 30 hours and I just had the crap beat out of me so my mind is a bit foggy, but did I tie your shoelaces together?

The mobster punches Max in the face.

Mobster: You know this divorce settlement is going to cost me a fortune. Not to mention the thorough embarrassment you gave me. So you know what I'm going to do.
MaxwellSmart: By me a lap dance?
Mobster: Funny. No, I'm afraid I'm going to kill you.

The Mobster takes out his gun and aims it at Maxwell's head.

Mobster: Before I kill you I would like to know why you wear that mask.
MaxwellSmart: You wanna know?
Mobster: Yes.
MaxwellSmart: I mean, do you really want to know?

The Mobster cocks his gun.

MaxwellSmart: Okay, okay. The reason I wear this mask… is because… woman can't handle the beauty.

The Mobster smiles and aims his gun, preparing to fire; when suddenly there was a large bang at the door. When it opens a strange force fires knocking out each thug including the Mobster.

MaxwellSmart: What – who's there?

A man walks through the door holding a strange device.

Unknown: Hello detective. Have you been feeling a bit different lately?
MaxwellSmart: Who are you?
Unknown: I've been watching you and impressive power you got.
MaxwellSmart: Power? … Ultimate Central?
Unknown: Amazing. The ability to instantly see the connections in seemingly random dots. It could be useful for my mission.
MaxwellSmart: Mission?
Unknown: How would you like to help solve the biggest mystery of all?



Undisclosed Location, Present Day

Seven figures sit around a conference table, the background is pitch black. Spotlights shine on six individuals, but the one at the head of the table is shrouded completely in darkness. They are the manipulators, the ones on top, and the ones who control everything. The are…

The Big 7
Mr. Eisner
- Media expert, has ties in almost every single media in the world, he is bald.
Dr. Warren – An alchemist, who is dedicated in creating the prefect Homunculus, has made an army of three foot tall versions and with technology found in UC, he has become very dangerous.
Mr. Moore - the one who holds influences over most of the major corporations
Mr. Miller - An arms dealer who also over sees development of new weapons and technology.
Rev. Morrison – An African American man who has connections in almost all major religions as well as several cults.
Ms Ellis – She holds connections in all governments/politics and can manipulate entire wars if needed.
??? - ???


Mr. Eisner: So what's first on the agenda.
Ms. Ellis: First I would like announce that Project S.T.U.D.E.N.T. has officially been dismantled, apparently it was being run by two morons.
Mr. Moore: I'd rather get to something that's actually important, namely the doctor completely screwing up the Ultimate Central situation.
Dr. Warren: Hey, you asked for an agent who was expendable and had no direct connection, and Catalyst was the best I had.
Mr. Moore: We asked for an agent for negotiations not a fight!
Dr. Warren: How was I suppose to know that-
Mr. Eisner: Listen your just lucky that you were next in line for the occult position you predecessor, the good doctor, just vanished, you didn't earn this seat. And your lucky the meddlesome Random showed up or else our whole plan would-!

Suddenly the shadowed figure lifts his hand, and the room fell deafly silent. The other members compose themselves

Reverend Morrison
: So, how do we fix this?
Mr. Eisner: We can't use another go-between. To fix the mistrust that they must have, we must make an open gesture. I will go to their base personally.
Mr. Moore: Are you sure that's wise decision?
Mr. Eisner: Anything less will not suffice. Shall I go forward?

The shadowy figure remains still giving only a slight nod.

Ms. Ellis: Good, now on to another business…
 
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Since I probably won't be here all next week:

The Project finally have their meeting with a member of the Illuminati,

But they are being watched,

By the baddest Kung fu mother ****er around

He's been to prison,

He's been in a crappy apartment,

He's...


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7 Months Ago, Michigan

In the county courthouse an unusually large crowd is present for a common parole violation hearing. But this case is definitely something you do not see everyday. The room is full of reports and curious people alike. The judge slams his gavel twice, silencing the crowd.

Judge: Will the prisoner please stand.

A man stands in orange prisoner issue clothing with his attorney.

Judge: Now Mr. Wilson-
Wade_Wilson: Call me Wade, buddy.

The judge gives a stern, serious look.

Judge: Mister Wilson, I've been reviewing your case over and over.

Wade leans in towards his attorney.

Wade_Wilson: That's good right?

The judge slams his gavel.

Judge: I haven't been reviewing your case because I'm not sure how to deal with it. My decision is already made.
Wade_Wilson: Than what are we still doing here?
Judge: *vigorously slams his gavel* One more out-of-line word from you Mr. Wilson and I'll hold you in contempt… Now, as I was saying, I already know my decision, but I've been trying to understand why. Just can't comprehend what was going through you mind. Why would anyone do such a thing, let alone just after getting out of prison. You weren't even out a day and you commit such a horrible act. What do you have to say for yourself?
Wade_Wilson: … She started it.
Judges: You pushed her down a flight of stairs!
Wade_Wilson: So?
Judges: She was in a wheel chair!!
Wade_Wilson: And that makes a difference how?

The Judge just shakes his head and stares at Wade with utter distain.

Judge: Mr. Wilson, I just cannot imagine what kind of person you are, but your utter lack of respect for society and your fellow human being, I am sentencing you to serve the maximum sentence of your original crime plus 4 more years for reckless assault without the slightest possibility of parole, you will spend the better part of a decade behind bars where I hope to god you learn at least a little respect for the law.

The Judge slams his gavel.

Wade_Wilson: … ahh ****…

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Written By: Random
Cover By: Random


Emerging from the Ashes of the Emperor's victory over the Avatars, heroes came together, bonding through various hardships. Now, they are faced with the challenge of overthrowing an empire

~ NURHACHI & DR.STRANGEFATE PRESENT ~
ULTIMATE CENTRAL
THE FANFIC

The Hidden: Inmate Wilson

Volume 8, Issue 59, By Random


The Project:
Ultimate Bigby – The power of weak nuclear forces is his to command, he is the leader of this new team
Rene - The Green-skinned- goblin-complexion, fire-ball throwing, computer genius
Ultimate Houde – a former loner, this samurai has fought demons in his mind and emerged victorious. He commands fire with the help of his blades, and can slice reality to form portals.
Skotti – She can form pink energy spears, and teleport short distances rapidly.
UltimateDJF – a green monster with the heart (and mind) of a child
Baxter – a human who can turn into a giant.
Moonmaster – an ace journalist who is a werewolf on the side
Watcher – He can extend his senses to wherever he wants, and with the help of Doc Computer, he can traverse the entire globe within minutes
Iceman – happy go lucky controller of temperatures
Hawkeye101 – a master marksman, with super vision,
Widdle_Wade – a former bad guy who now, finally, is the hero he always wanted to be.

The Hidden:
Wade_Wilson – Inmate number 4568
Unknown – Seriously who the **** is this guy?

The Big 7:
Mr. Eisner - Media expert, has ties in almost every single media in the world, he is bald.



Present day, Wisconsin

In a crappy part of a crappy town in a crappy building there is a crappy apartment. The room is a mess: clothing, trash, left over pizza covers the floor. Rodent scurry across the floor as a man sleep in his crappy bed. The alarm clock turns to 6:00 AM.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BE- SMASH!!!

The man destroys the alarm clock as well as a good part of the table. The man rolls over falling back a sleep.

RING RING RING

The man smashes the table again but before he falls back to sleep the ringing continues. A cell phone lies on the ground surrounded by rubble perfectly intact.

Wade_Wilson: Aww crap…

Wade_Wilson in a daze sits up; he hates that phone, no matter how hard he tries it keeps ringing. And if he is able to destroy one another hidden somewhere around him will start ringing with an even more annoying tone. But what Wade hates most about this phone is that when it rings means he has work to do.

Wade_Wilson: Yeah
Unknown: Meet at the designated location, now.
Wade_Wilson: Couldn't this wait until mourning?
Unknown: Now!
Wade_Wilson: Fine, fine don't get your panties in a –

The Phone disconnects.

Wade_Wilson: Aww it's too damn early for this…

At a warehouse a few blocks away, Wade_Wilson walks into the building still tired. He walks up to our familiar, yet still Unknown character.

Wade_Wilson: Okay what do you want done today, track done some thug, interrogation, or fighting a bunch of douche bags for now reason?
Unknown: Sorry to disappoint you but you're needed for a stakeout today.
Wade_Wilson: What? Don't you have fly-boy and the chick or maybe the new guy to do that crap?
Unknown: Unfortunately they are all busy.
Wade_Wilson: Whatever, where am I going.
Unknown: The Doc Comic Mansion.
Wade_Wilson: The who-what-now?
Unknown: The Doc Comic Mansion, I believe that is the current base of The Project.
Wade_Wilson: The what?
Unknown: The Avatar's replacements, they're seeking to take out the Emperor.
Wade_Wilson: Whoa, wait a sec. You said never to get involved with that whole Ultimate thing.
Unknown: Yes but now they are getting involved and we need to know why. Your job to day is to watch and record any and all activities.
Wade_Wilson: Wonderful.
Unknown: So here's your equipment, a high res camera, a sound recorder, and this.
Wade_Wilson: … A plastic bowl?
Unknown: The new guy harmonized it, you can put your ear against the bottom and here certain sound from a distance, even through walls. Though it only lasts a few hours.
Wade_Wilson: Weird but okay.

Unknown picks up a trigger device and a coat. He hands the coat to Wade as he presses the trigger opening a portal behind Wade.

Unknown: Here, you might need this.
Wade_Wilson: A winter coat?

Then the Unknown character than kicks Wade into the portal. It would have been sweet if he said something like "This is Sparta!" or something like that cause it was that kind of bad *** kick. But I digress. Wade falls through the portal finally landing on his back. He is instantly soaked and he suddenly feels the freezing cold. Quickly putting on his coat he looks around with raining pouring down on him, in front is a dirt road with rows of trees following it, and behind him was a huge mansion. Yep, its pouring rain on one of the coldest days of the year where the Doc Comic Mansion is. Sucks to be Wade.

Wade_Wilson: ****!



7 Months Ago, Michigan

At Alger Maximum Correctional Facility, Wade_Wilson enters his new cell in a different prison than before. His cellmate is a completely tattooed punk. The bars close.

Cellmate: Listen here fish, in this joint I'm top dog. You better learn how things work or I'll make you learn, got it?
Wade_Wilson: … You smell like ****.
Cellmate: What was that fish?!

The Cellmate quickly pulls out a makeshift shank, read to fight. Wade just smiles.

Cellmate: Oh you think this is funny huh fish? Well laugh at this.

The Cellmate thrusts his shank at Wade, who quickly disarms the punk and holds hand arms out of the way. Unknown to him Wade is an expert in several forms of martial arts. Wade than hits him in the chest with the heel of his hand. The Cellmate goes flying again the cell slamming into the wall. His cellmate struggle to breathe, gasping for air. Wade was confused; he couldn't have hit him that hard, could he?

Cellmate: *gasp* guards *gasp* … GUARDS!!!

Prison guards quickly enter the cell restraining Wade against the wall as one officer checks the cellmate.

Guard 1: This prisoner has three broken ribs.
Guard 2: Oh look at the new guy making a new for himself.
Wade: I barely touched him!

Then the warden walked in and it turns out he's the Captain! But didn't he die back in issue 23? How can he be alive? A clone? A resurrection? An idiotic time loop concept? … Actually it turns out he just sort of looks like him.

Warden: We don't tolerate such violence here. Looks like a month in the whole for this trouble maker.

With in a few minutes the guards toss Wade into solitary confinement. After a few minutes Wade lays down trying to remember what exactly happened. He recalls seeing an odd green flame spurt from his hand, it was small and only there a split second but he saw it. Curious he stands up and takes a fighting stance and punches the wall.

Wade_Wilson: … Owww!!

Wade holds his left hand in pain and in anger pounds his right hand against the wall cracking it. Wade was amazing by this. He raises his right hand, closes his eyes, and tries to concentrate on that moment. Suddenly his hand becomes engulfed by a green flame. Wade smiles.

BOOM!!

BOOM!!

BOOM!!


Guards rush into the cell only to discover a series of walls have huge holes through them, leading all the way outside. Wade_Wilson had escape and was running through the woods. He hears the alarms go off, he knew it was only a matter of time before they caught up to him; he needed a plan, now. Actually he needed out ten minutes ago when he broke out of prison but the past is past. As he comes across a road a car cuts him off.

Unknown: Get in, now!

Without any other options Wade gets in.


Present Day, Doc Comic Mansion

The Watcher sits at his console, just like yesterday and the day before. He's only found a few cases of Emperor related activity. Seems he doesn't want to make a move until he has completely secure control of the world. He thought he was going to fight something important when they started, but he has gotten so bored at this. The suddenly he sees something unexpectedly close.

The Watcher: Bigby!
Bigby: What is it?
The Watcher: There's a car heading right down our road!

Ultimate Bigby stares at the monitor, than grabs a microphone.

Bigby: All members report to the situation room, we have company. So they are making another move…
The Watcher: What?
Bigby: Nothing, keep a close eye on them and keep me informed.

A smaller boat departs from the larger vessel carrying a few men.

Bodyguard: Sir, Do you want me to accompany you to the mansion?
Mr. Eisner: No, I'll be okay on my own.
Bodyguard: Are you sure, sir?
Mr. Eisner: Yes, for my task to succeed I must be willing to sacrifice security to gain their trust.

The car pulls up in front of the mansion and Mr. Eisner starts his walk to the gates. Once he arrives he stands and waits for a response.

Bigby: Okay remember the plan, Houde, Moonmaster, and Hawkeye101 be ready for whatever this man may have up his sleeve, I want Watcher and everyone else ready and focus on the car.

Bigby, Houde, Moony, and Hawkeye101 walk out stopping at their side of the gate. Moony is ready to pounce, Hawkeye101 has his bow pulled halfway, and Houde has a firm grip on one of his swords. One wrong move, Mr. Eisner will be a much shorter man.

Mr. Eisner: Greetings, lovely day isn't it?
Bigby: Who are you and what are you doing here?
Mr. Eisner: You don't recognize my silhouette?
Bigby: You were the one who sent the message and had that thing attack us?
Mr. Eisner: An accident I assure. We did not mean any harm, but our messenger was… unstable.
Moonmaster: 'We' huh. We heard a lot about you organization, how you pretty much run the world.
Mr. Eisner: From Random, yes? Well he has his own reasons for hating us, which I'm sure he didn't tell you. But our organization has existed in one form or another; we initially started the renaissance, if it weren't for use the world will still be plunged into darkness. But this is all beside the point, I'm hearing as a member of the high council to make an offer of an alliance.
Bigby: Against whom?
Mr. Eisner: Why the Emperor, of course.
Houde: So you have some competition for ruling the world?
Mr. Eisner: In a simple context, yes. It's only a matter of time before the Emperor seizes control of all our resources. When that happens I doubt anything can stop him. What I propose is that when the time comes to take back this world we will provide you with a full equipped army. We have the most advance technology on Earth, as well as understandings in magic. You remember Catalyst?

The Project gives him a serious stare.

Mr. Eisner: …Okay stupid question. We have the resources to make hundreds, if not thousands of him. Our role will be to even out the odds between you and the Emperor. When he took over you were too concerned with his armies than their higher ups. This will change that.

Ultimate Bigby thinks it over a few seconds.

Bigby: We need time to consider this.

Houde and Moony looks surprise, Hawkeye101 wasn't really paying attention.

Mr. Eisner: Of course, take your time. We'll be in touch.

Mr. Eisner walks away leaving the Project will a serious choice to make.

Moonmaster: So what we trade one Emperor for another?
Bigby: Listen we can't do this without them.
Houde: Doesn't mean we should do it with them.
Bigby: We need to consider this carefully, we need to discuss this with the others.

Across the ice Wade_Wilson sits in the rain turning off the recorder.

Wade_Wilson: 'Bout damn time. I really wish I had to fight some moron than sit in the ****ing rain... So how the hell am I getting out of here?



7 Months Ago, Michigan

Sitting a car Wade_Wilson is suspicious of his accomplice here.

Wade_Wilson: Where are we going?
Unknown: Wisconsin.
Wade_Wilson: Why would anyone go to Wisconsin?
Unknown: Exactly, I have a safe house there ready for someone like you.
Wade_Wilson: Like me?
Unknown: Someone who may not have friendly relations with the law.
In-between their seat there was a strange device. Wade was about to pick it up, but the Unknown took it away quickly.

Unknown: You don't want to touch that.
Wade_Wilson: Why not?
Unknown: Because this is the only thing keeping this car ride peaceful. So Wade_Wilson, problem on society, expert in seven forms of combat, once broke a man's face in for taking his parking spot, got beat up by a girl you like, and violated parole by throwing a wheelchair-bound woman down a flight of stairs.
Wade_Wilson: Pushed. So why do you know so much about me.
Unknown: I'm putting a team together to combat an evil organization and I could find a use for a martial artist who can concentrate his life energy to make his fists harder than iron.
Wade_Wilson: Yeah… I'm gonna pass.
[I}Unknown[/I]: You like jail than? Listen you a tough guy but you don't know how to keep your mouth shut, in addition to doing a few missions for me I will set up a cozy place for you to lay low from the law. Without me, you won't last five minutes.
Wade_Wilson: …
Unknown: I' also pay you.
Wade_Wilson: Deal.



Present Day, Undisclosed Location

Mr. Eisner walks to the door to his home when he hears a noise. He quickly snaps around.

Mr. Eisner: Aw, Random. I guess you were staking out the base. So are you here to intimate me, interrogate, hmm?

The man just stands there; then suddenly he runs up and grabs Mr. Eisner by the throat, holding him several inches above the ground, against the door.

Mr. Eisner: R-Random… what… are you doing?

The man kick Mr. Eisner's left leg with massive force, shattering the bones to dust.

The Man: You seem to have me confused with someone else. My Emperor knows of your little club and he wants everything you have, failure to comply will not bode well for you.

The Man crushes Mr. Eisner's other leg. He walks away smiling, leaving Mr. Eisner crying in pain, quietly the man says:

The Man: I love my job.
 
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