"It is what it is. You're a criminal, metahuman, whatever... but you're currently doing time. You've just been offered a deal. Use your powers and skills to do black ops missions for the government in which you'll receive time off your sentence or full pardon, or they'll go back to making your life hell. Amanda Waller is looking for the ones nobody will miss. Expendables in her eye. You may only just have one power. Or hell, you may just be one of the best thieves in the world with the right toy in your hands. You've all got your history however brief or uninspiring. Now... what's it gonna be nutjob? You gonna join Task Force X?"





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9:30 AM



"I don't think you mean that, Marcus." the thick black woman spoke through the bars.

The woman was very sure of herself. Her eyes were serious, her expression was cold. She could honestly care less about any of them. All that Marcus Stevens knew was that he was transferred over night from Iron Heights back in Central City all the way down to Louisiana. The woman offered the criminal a deal. In exchange for time off his sentence, all he's gotta do is a few black ops missions for the woman's 'Task Force X'. He wondered what the mission was, and why his skills were needed. He sat in silence for a few moments more before standing up and coming towards the bars.

"What kinda black ops missions do you have in mind?" he asked.

"Its confidential, but if you MUST know... there's some technology giving some scientists a bit of a problem down in Texas. The whole lab has been compromised and we've already lost several agents..." Waller explained still staring a hole right through the man.

"You're being awfully vague, and I get it's all need to know, but it still sounds like suicide. If THAT'S the case, can I get a good meal before we get there?" he asked in response.

Hours Later

The group of criminals were all still in cuffs and power dampening collars for those who were metahuman. That's when Waller walked in with a woman who looked like she walked out of a Terminator film as well as a giant shark man. The room was large, and mostly empty, with several storage cases in front of the criminals as well as three armed guards. Waller continued her path to a large touch screen monitor on the wall and opened a window on the computer.

"KORD Industries down in Texas has just made a breakthrough with some technology we believe is extra terrestrial. Thomas Kord himself reached out to me, and so far I've lost three of my best men. There are very few scientists left inside that are still alive. Thomas and his sixteen year old son are also inside in some sort of underground panic room. The technology, be it alien or mystical in origin, absorbed nearby tech and the mass became something out of a Matrix film...." Waller explained.

[this is on the monitor]



"Did everyone enjoy your food?" she then asked, "Because it was laced with nanite explosives that have made their way through your bodies by now. You don't do as you're told or you try and go AWOL on me... you die. Simple as that." she said now with a bit of a grin.

"Take off their cuffs and collars, let them rummage through their stuff for whatever they need. We need to get moving..." she instructed the guards.

~KL~

Sara was bored, bored, bored and a bit hungry but not for the drek that passed as nutrition in Arkham or this new place; No she wanted to taste the sweet nectar of fear. She wanted to taste the soul freezing expectation of imminent death but ever since she'd been exposed and captured she'd been starved and here she was being threatened with a good time by a bureaucrat telling her that they'd basically poisoned her food. Then the woman showed fear by telling them she'd done this to prevent their escape or disobedience.

"Did everyone enjoy your food? Because it was laced with nanite explosives that have made their way through your bodies by now. You don't do as you're told or you try and go AWOL on me... you die. Simple as that." the mouse said with a little grin.

Then they took off her restraints and the hated collar releasing her true self from imprisonment. Black oily smoke poured from her body obscuring her and replacing the beautiful blonde Sara with LADY NIGHTMARE. The drugs they'd kept flowing in her blood were purged in moments by her insaitable hunger now free to feed.

She giggled in delight as the guards and others in the room react with delicious fear which she gobbled up like a starving child and is barely able to contain her desire for more.
Mmmm..... I was just starving. she purred as she looked around the room at the others.

She wanted more, she wanted to feel everyone around her go into full on fight or flight mode so that she could drain them till they died trembling before her as she fed on their souls.

Daz's attention was purely on her future squad mates. When Waller ordered their restraints removed, Daz became almost robotic in her stance. Completely still in an “at ease” position, but there was an intense aura about her. Almost as if one false move and she would be the first to put several rounds into the assailant's head. Of course, she knew about the nanites even before Waller's announcement but it did nothing to remove any suspicion that someone wouldn't act out. After all these were dangerous super criminals who may even kill on a whim. Trying to assume explosive nanites could tame them was almost comical.

"Sara Silversmith aka Lady Nightmare," Daz's thoughts shifted to her when the super criminal spoke. "Highly dangerous metahuman with abilities to sense and even use one's fear as a weapon. She's cruel, hedonistic and has a body I'd probably kill for."

This one seemed especially dangerous mostly due to her addiction to fear. Even the threat of death may not overcome it, but Daz at least trusted Waller with this. Waller was many things, but she wasn't an incompetent monster. Lady Nightmare must be a useful and controllable asset. Everyone else present seemed to have their potential uses that might not make this an actual suicide mission.

Nanites, so that's what had been in the food.

Cecil knew it wasn't an altruistic gesture, but he had assumed a chemical agent. This was a different beast. How long would it take to disable them? Two hours, if he had his own lab and was undisturbed. Not an option, apparently. What about stealthily, on the go, with limited tools? Far from ideal. Probability of success was low. Okay, what is known? It might be better to ask what can be reasonably surmised, but that's a dangerous game when detonation is the price for failure.

His mind continued to work as the guards relieved him of his cuffs and opened the storage bin that contained the items he was last arrested with.

They are definitely able to receive signals. It is highly likely that they give off some kind of signal as well, to track the squad. They are likely homogeneous, and able to operate on their own(otherwise they would need a central controller, and there's no way to guarantee that the victim eats that part. They need to be able to function no matter what proportion that victim actually consumed). The safest route is to first. . .

"Jesus Christ!" Cecil's train of thought broke off as he flinched away from the horrible monster that erupted from the hot babe who had been standing next to him a moment before.

He regained his composure, and tried to play off his loss of cool by going through his possessions. In a cavalier display of immodesty, Cecil stripped out of his prison orange and into the clothes he had been arrested in. Laid out neatly under them in the storage bin was a smart phone, and a sleek little tool of his own design. It was a multitool that could unfold into configurations that could fit most common forms of screws, nuts and the like. It also had snips and a small electric torch that could range from soldering to cutting and welding, depending on how much batter life was left.

Perhaps, he told himself finally, he should put some thought toward the mission, in case he was not able to escape.

Greg opened his case and took out his 'texan tuxedo' as well as the holster for his guns. He preferred the under-arm style over the hip-holster ever since someone took his in a fight, now he preferred to play it 'close to the vest'. the pistols were filled to the brim with bullets, one had bouncing bullets for non-lethals, the other had Rip-rounds to put something down.

He fell into the balance of the guns with some rodeo pistol-twirling to build up his confidence, he set himself up just as the she-beast let her hair down. He'd faced a yellow lantern before, the radiant aura pulled on him the way she was now, like those 'demented' things from the 'hairy pottery' books. She was doing the same thing and he had plenty to be scared of.

Swallowing hard, he holstered his tools and looked back to waller. "Thats there is some nightmare fuel, no offense ma'am...What is the mission? Rescuing the professor and the kid OR taking down the monster seem like Justice League work... What is the REAL mission?"

King Shark stood beside cyborg woman with his arms hanging limply by his sides as he hunched forward somewhat. He wanted to give off the impression that, at the moment, he was the brute he appeared to be. While king Shark knew that he wasn't exactly a genius, he was at least intelligent enough to realize this and use this to his advantage. He often put up facade of being just as dumb as he looked but in truth he had more hidden away in his mind than most would think.

Although a lot of his knowledge was on Spongebob and various eras of literature.

The King inspected the group through his peripherals so as though to keep up the illusion that he wasn't analyzing each and everyone of them. A lot of these highwaymen seemed as if they'd be easy enough to take down but if Spongebob taught him anything its that looks can be very deceiving. King Shark turned his head to the gunslinger as he suited up with his holsters not unlike the ones worn by some of The King's guards. He wasn't sure if they were single-fire or possibly rapid-fire but it was good to know that they were there.

Suddenly the once unbecoming blonde was replaced by a devilishly, supernatural looking woman. There was a moment of shock garnered from King Shark but this was followed by more immediate intrigue as her appearance reminded him of a few descriptions of otherworldly beasts from one of his books whom the title of escaped him at the moment. To the perceptive it would be clear that The King was deep in thought now trying to recall which book contained a description alike to the raven haired girl in front of him.

"So many facades, so many false pretenses among us mad few. Deceit and lies alike swirl like eddies. masked actors one and all..."

Isaac Vaughn had eaten the food at great prompting from his handlers, mostly to ensure that he was as rigged with explosives as each of the others. They were not unkind to the man, standing out from the other guards as being clearly members of the United Kingom's SIS, having taken personal custody of Isaac and brought him over to repay a debt owed to Waller, and the US by extension, and the Brits were always eager to not be indebted, at least on the down low on cases such as these. So the former SAS Captain was unsurprised at being turned over to Waller, under no obligation to receive the benefits offered by the Task Force's offer. However, it was better than rotting away in a cell, and he might even have a chance at a preventing another mad awakening by the forces of the in between. The power restraining collar and cuffs fell away, and Isaac stretched, groaning a bit at finally being out of a straight jacket.

Lady Nightmare's awakening into her true form elicited a great deal of fear and shock, no doubt, but perhaps the most peculiar response was a giggle that erupted into a grand, almost painful laughing fit. Isaac was nearly doubled over at the display, tears running down his face from the sheer exertion the laughter was exerting on him. The response from the Terminator rip off hardly got much response from Isaac as he glanced up at her, grinning madly, eyes fixed on hers for a scant few seconds too long, unblinking and staring deeply into her soul, or how it might feel. The grin faded when the question was posed as to why not send in some better known Metahumans, such as the JL, and his grin vanished, somber in face as he turned to look Waller dead in the eye, twenty years black op experience speaking instead of the maddened Isaac that usually resided.

"Expendable, deniable assets. If the Crown, god bless them, wanted a contingency should the 'Heroes' of the world go rogue, than why not the colonials? Why bring them in on a possible case, and I cannot say it is such a thing, when they can send in people with no vested interest, and no one would readily believe. And, if something should go wrong, well, what's a couple dead criminals and madmen?"

The comment on nightmare fuel by the cowboy brought a mad snort from Isaac, or Lovecraft as the files referred to him as, and he turned to give Lady Nightmare an offhand glance, genuinely unimpressed by what was in front of him. His last offhand comment as he went about retreiving his attire, the only weapon being an old Webley Service Revolver, which he ensured was ready for action since it was the only piece of his equipment to survive incarceration it seemed, was unlikely to help much at all.

"A drop of truth among the invited to a midnight brunch in the garden of good and evil. At least she wears herself plainly and truly, almost as close to her parallel self as our newfound superior. Something I have yet to decide is either a relief, or disturbing..."

"Well actually my food was a bit cold and wet, so I didn't really like it too much. Maybe next time I can cook my own?"

At first he thought Waller was kidding but as many of the others were getting unchained and gearing up he knew this was not a joke. The one blonde girl had transformed into some demon or whatever. It seemed to strike fear into others, but to Ed it seemed like this look suited her more. A crate was marked with his name on and oh boy did he know what was inside.

"It's the little things that matter. Wherever its being rich one night and gamble it all away and go to jail, or being told you can come out of jail to shoot things and earn time off.

With that said Ed proceeded to open the crate and dig around in it. He managed to find his favorite coat which he proudly put on in a heartbeat. Digging around some more he found his pistol and holster, and then he found two hand grenades. There was more but Ed felt he only needed the one gun and two grenades for this job. Besides where they're going sounds like they'll be more guns to pick up. He saw another gunslinger who was doing some fancy revolver tricks.

"Hope you actually know how to use those because I don't think some fancy spins will do much in a fight."

@Gisk


My how dull

When do we get to the screaming and terror? Lady asked like a petulant child smelling cookies.

Then with a soft pouting smile turned to inspect the Male standing there (Cecil) and inhales deeply then sighs in a soft sleepy voice

You are delightfully sweet

I shall enjoy you for some time to come

Her dark eyes are back lit a soft blue that seems to shine without illuminating the face inside the cowl .

Lady so wanted to touch Cecil, she wanted to feel his heart race and taste the delicious spike of emotional drug as she startled and frightened him. She wanted to touch his face, to lean against him because they'd starved her in Arkham; she needed physical contact and because of what she is they gave her no one to touch knowing it would empower her. Goddess she wanted to touch him and to tease his excitement then perhaps frighten him a bit more.

Those were the thoughts running through Lady"s head as she fought not to lean into Cecil and invaded his personal space without touching.

Cecil eyed Lady Nightmare. Was that sexual? Probably not. It was creepy, and it was disconcerting. He would have to find out what her deal was. She was some kind of meta, or maybe something mystical.

To distract himself(as he stepped casually around his storage bin to get a little bit further away from her) he powered his phone up and started making a few taps on it.

"So, hey." he addressed Waller now, but every once in a while his eyes flicked back the nightmare lady, or down to his phone. "Do we have access to their notes? I'd like to know a few things that might help figure out what's happened." He had a few guesses, but he wouldn't say anything with how little knowledge he had confirmed. "If you like, you can download any pertinent files to my phone," he held it up to offer it for any of the guards to take.

Ed and the Vigilante were eyeballing each other across the room after Ed made a remark about the bandanna wearing hero's old school cowboy gun spins. Lady Nightmare was stalking Cecil like a cat does a mouse, almost like she caught a buzz from the atmosphere. Only Daz and the Shark REALLY knew what the plan was. Rescuing the Prof. and his son were priority, even if it meant sacrificing an inmate or another scientist to make it happen. Daz and Waller both had devices capable of making the nanites in the criminal members of Task Force X explode. They had a few human sized hand grenades, if they needed them. Waller figured she'd go ahead and enlighten the Vigilante, who'd asked about the mission before being aggravated for his cowboy gun skills.

"The mission is simple, cowboy. Daz and Team 1 will move in and get past any security defenses and get the Professor and his son out of the panic room and evacuate them to safety. The rest of you in Team 2 will distract or destroy the creature long enough for Team 1's evacuation..." Waller explained.

"But what if we don't kill this thing? Its the size of a Greyhound bus..." the Red Ghost asked now in his hooded red and black attire.

"Then my friends in the government will destroy the lab, Mr. Stevens." Waller said with a cold look on her face.

"So, hey." Cecil addressed Waller now, but every once in a while his eyes flicked back to the nightmare lady, or down to his phone. "Do we have access to their notes? I'd like to know a few things that might help figure out what's happened. If you like, you can download any pertinent files to my phone..." he held his phone up for any of the guards to take and one of them handed the device to Waller who stepped on the thing and broke it.

"You can have your tools, Cecil. Information is need to know, and I'm not dumb enough to give you back YOUR phone for the mission..." Waller continued on.

"Ghost, Cecil, Ed, you're all with Daz. Vigilante and Shark will head Team 2, with Lady Nightmare, Lovecraft, and Acid backing them up. NOW LET'S GET MOVING PEOPLE." Waller instructed as even the silent pink alien girl stood more at attention.

Hours later, El Paso Texas...

The team got off of a helicopter type vehicle but it looked more like a tank. Agents of ARGUS were sanctioning the area off, and there was absolutely no media covering this strange occurrence. The teams went in their own separate ways, with Team 2 going into the main part of KORD Industries' lab loud and ready to kick some ass. Very few scientists were left still hiding for their lives. Team 1 went down several hallways before coming to a stairwell. The moved down before a large blue humanoid robot came into view. Probably part of Kord's defenses. It would need to be taken down.

~KL~

Lady Listened to everything said in the room an came to the conclusion that she didn't like the Female in charge; this Agent Waller. It was the air of insufferable superiority that the woman exuded and this was a condition which she couldn't tolerate; she could accept someone as an equal till they showed weakness but never a superior.

Then she heard the woman speaking to the two lackies one a Cybernetic Mowhawk and the other an Aberration of genetics either that or an act of indescrition between a skindiver and a shark.
Then she presumed to commad her and the others saying "Ghost, Cecil, Ed, you're all with Daz. Vigilante and Shark will head Team 2, with Lady Nightmare, Lovecraft, and Acid backing them up. NOW LET'S GET MOVING PEOPLE" Obviously this woman needed to be taught a lesson but tacticlly at the present time Lady understood the need to bide her time unlike those driven by Ego.

So she drifted away from the cute tasty one and appeared as docile as she was able to as she enjoyed the thoughts of Agent Waller's screams of terror.

---

Goddess how Useless said the Dark Lady as she found herself operating far outside of her normal MO. She was a stealth fighter not some iggnorant Thug that used no sublty in their attack. Then to compound her trouble the foes she was to face were Robots; Fricken Robots.

Just lovely she said as she proceeded in after the meat puppets knowing that she'd have to use them as shields an hope that some life forms to draw from would present themselves

Dazzle didn’t mind the team she was assigned. In fact, for this mission she preferred them considering the alternatives. Mr. Lovecraft had useful abilities and skills, but he wasn’t sure how stable he was. The only issue here was that they had no real military training, but this was a flaw almost the entire group had. When they were on the helicopter she addressed them.

“Ok now the boss isn’t giving us the evil eye so let’s talk if you want. As was said before I’m Dazzle but call me Daz. When we get there make sure you check your fire and watch for civilians. Follow orders and try not to die then you’ll be okay.” Daz knew the ‘staying alive’ part might be difficult considering they were walking bombs, but she would hope one of them wouldn’t make a break for it. The only person she would need to watch is Cecil. It was nigh impossible to actually hack her and still live, but he was known for close to impossible cyber warfare capabilities.

When they landed the team grouped up. Dazzle unslung her rifle loaded with armor piercing rounds mostly for the robots they would encounter. They walked down the stairs and found a large Blue Humanoid Robot. Dazzle didn’t have time to wonder how it survived the earlier rampage before it Identified them shouting.

“Intruder please leave the premises!”

It walked over in a quick stride an reached out to grab Dazzle. She slapped it away with enough force to dent it then put a burst of rounds into its face. She kept firing at the machine, but it jumped backwards with surprising agility. Its head twitched before a laser cannon came from its shoulder.

“Intruder is armed lethal force authorized.”

“Everybody take cover!”

-snip-

Isaac was silent as they boarded the transport to the compound in El Paso, Texas. His group composed of Lady Nightmare, whom had already tipped her hand, and Acid whom he had not readily noticed and continued to not notice. Instead, it seemed, they would be the loud that would let the untrained group rush in and do what they had to do, extract this professor. And that left slaughtering a technological marvel to them. Being relatively in control of his faculties during the flight, he couldn't help but mentally chuckle at the idea of another mission against insane odds. Or did he actually chuckle, for no apparent reason? Isaac wasn't sure, he never was, but that was hardly a concern. The fact they faced automatons, well, that hardly bothered him either, machines broke as readily as men did in the face of fell winds, casting all the mightiest constructs that would dwarf even man's lauded Tower of Babel into nothing but unseen dust.

Upon touching down, Lady Nightmare seemed to lag behind as Lovecraft took the front, casually walking into the main lobby of the compound as the other team went their own way. He had his Webley revolver in hand, and glanced around as they were entering the area. Research facility like this should have had some sort of fail safe, at least as far as Isaac considered. After all, he could not readily consider that no one ever thought that something would go wrong with experimental work. But he digressed mentally, glancing at the Lady Nightmare before making an offhand comment. "Even artificial sentience knows fear, for what earthly coil bound here does not fear its own undoing? The winds of fate and death just idly blow away anything made by man, be it flesh and blood or steel and oil."

King Shark stepped out of the helicopter, rolling his shoulders as to stretch his muscles due to being cramped in the confines of the helicopter for so long. He took a long, deep breath of the fresh air since he didn't know when he'd be allowed to go outside again. After soaking in the moment, The King gladly got into character as he approached the building's door. He reached for the handle but couldn't get past the mechanical lock on the door. Rather than wait for one of the more capable members of the B-team, King Shark rammed his shoulder into the door three times, knocking it right out of the doorway. He then proceeded to enter the technologically awe-inspiring building which seemed to have seen better days.

The room that he currently inhabited showed no sign of the mechanical monstrosity that they had been briefed on but for all he knew it could be hiding in plain sight with some stealth technology or something. "Clear." The King called out to his squad members as he began to look around the room for any immediate signs of the creature.

"No fire to check, Ma'am," Cecil appeared at ease on the flight over, but his mind was racing on the inside. Waller was so paranoid that she had basically crippled him for this mission. She apparently had some fantastical idea bout his capabilities, but without any information he was about as useful as a garage mechanic. Maybe that was an exaggeration, but he was annoyed nonetheless. He eyed Dazzle while they were in the confines of the vehicle, but dismissed the idea of trying to hack her almost immediately. It was just like the nanites, he would simply need too much uninterrupted study and tinkering to do anything about it.

He walked behind everyone else on their way through the facility, and when an aggressive android accosted them, he backed up the stairwell a few steps.

“Everybody take cover!” Daz shouted.

Cecil replied, "Oh, way ahead of you!"

Okay, laser cannon. It was a robot, military hardened electronics, he was sure.

Could he disable it?

What was available to him: in the stairwell? Nothing. In the rest of the facility? He had no way of knowing, thanks to Waller. He would have to assume the basics. What was he likely to find?

In order of likelihood

Breakroom...
refrigerator
microwave
plumbing
toaster/toaster oven
oven
stove top, gas or electric

Labs or offices...
computers
furniture(wood, metal? Glass?)
calculator
First aid kit

Bathroom...
more plumbing
mirrors
automatic toilets, or pull handles?

Plus whatever else he could find.

Could he disable it?

75% likelihood. Good chance.

Did he need to? Dazzle's efforts made it seem like standard weapons wouldn't work terribly well. Not knowing what everyone else could do, Cecil had to assume he'd have to act.

"Hey," he yelled down the stairwell, "I might have a plan, but I need some stuff. If I run off to get it, can you not blow me up?"

"What do you want us to do, Terminator?" Red Ghost joked at Daz from behind his cover as the nerd took a long pause before asking...

"Hey," he yelled down the stairwell, "I might have a plan, but I need some stuff. If I run off to get it, can you not blow me up?"

"I can scout ahead in ghost mode, or try and go tangible once I'm passing through this machine man. Try and damage his circuits maybe? It works on people, but I've never done it to a machine..." Red Ghost continued.

As Team 1 stayed pinned down under fire from the blue humanoid robot, Team 2 was in the central lab/lobby with the techno organism going in and out of stealth mode similar to the Predator aliens in popular action films. Upon getting blasted by the pink skinned alien's acidic attacks, the creature made quick work of the little girl with horns. When the beast seemingly swallowed the girl whole Waller pushed a button on a computer in front of her from back at HQ that detonated the criminal.



There was now a couch sized hole in the techno organism's chest. Before the creature had time to regenerate using local debris as raw materials the team needed to act fast and give it everything they had. Even Team 1 could hear the explosion, roughly fifty yards away and in a stairwell leading underground...

~KL~

Snip

Vigilante had looked to waller as she handed out the assignments with 'you have got to be kidding me' look. But he said nothing as he took the dissoers on his group into the hellicopet and began to brainstorm how to put them to best use... And then shark happened.

The entered the facility with no trouble...suspiciously no trouble. No security, no scientists, no secretary.

"Even artificial sentience knows fear, for what earthly coil bound here does not fear its own undoing? The winds of fate and death just idly blow away anything made by man, be it flesh and blood or steel and oil."

"You ever read Isac Assimov? 'Ghost in the machine' and all that? You might like him, but most robots I've fought tend to shoot, shoot, keep shooting, and stop only to reload. Speaking of..."

The machine came into view and got blasted by one of theirs, before he could call off a tactic, she was swallowed whole and then exploded.
Boom.
It was wounded and reeling and ready to kill or be killed, no need for mercy as he aimed for the inside of the gaping wound and started with the explosive grenade from each pistol. Nothing fancy, just two shots aimed for the vulnerable innards already weakened by the previous explosion.
Boom-Boom.
Next came the Rip rounds; it was a hollowpoint on steroids that after entering the enemy would tear apart from the force of the impact inside the victim and send the shards every which way to cause six different channels of internal damage per bullet. He was firing six rounds into the weakened creature so hopefully three explosions and thirty six channels torn through its internalstructure would soften it up for someone else to finish the job.