Joseph Wilson entered Wayne Tower. The elevator opened, and Joseph walked into the lobby, the protesters on the front steps getting violent, windows smashing, and doors being beaten open. Joseph threw a stinger grenade at the closest window, it smashed right through it without losing speed. The grenade detonated, pacifying the protesters closest to the building. Slade frowned, the fury of the crowds was overpowering, and the grenade wouldn't slow them for long. Wilson turned to his second in command, Jack Drake, and spoke with authority. [color=ed1c24][i]"Drake, handle the lobby, I need to get permission from Mister Wayne before we can assault the rioters."[/i][/color] Wilson felt a twinge of regret, these people were in the right, and he knew that, but in order to avoid the fury of Wayne's men, he needed to do this. Wilson stepped back into the elevator, ordering the secretaries to barricade the entrances with their desks. The doors closed, and Wilson's face remained a cold frown.

Wilson's head throbbed, as his body yet again rejected itself. Joseph was dying, and he was only prolonging his short life left with the medication he took. His body raged at itself about two times a day, five was the record, it was near constant pain. Turns out experiments that introduce super powers aren't very healthy on the body, who knew. If he didn't take his meds he would shrivel up like a prune because the experiments also caused advanced aging, just in case he betrayed the cause of the US army. Bruce had managed to slow it, and normal exercise reversed it, but Joseph would die eventually, he couldn't help that.    

Wilson threw open the door to the room, he was wearing full riot gear, a shield and a baton in his hands, and a pistol on his hip. His squad walked in behind him, their outfits black, and their headgear red. Joseph removed his mask, his short white hair shining in the sun from the window. He turned to Bruce, his helmet tucked under his hip. [color=ed1c24][i]"Bruce, my squad is ready to handle the protesters, just give the order and we'll attack."[/i][/color] Joseph's gravelly voice echoed through the open room, he licked his chapped lips before speaking again. [color=ed1c24][i]"The situation is easy to handle for our team, we're the best, and you can trust us."[/i][/color]