Post by John Walker on Mar 27, 2017 21:50:01 GMT
The machine let out a soft beep the moment it finished, steam slithering up and around it as the coffee it had made was waiting for the recipient to grab it.
The gloved hand of John grabbed the black cup, with no adulterants like sugar or milk to make it have less of the bitter kick it gave. It was close to his tenth cup of the day, despite the clock not having reached noon yet.
Stepping in front of a wall of screens, his eyes darted around looking at the various feeds around the world; The images were different, but all of them told the same story to the people watching. Liberterram was under siege by a force of unbridled power and destruction, its biggest city slowly being turned to ashes with every passing minute.
’What are we looking at here, Walker?!‘ a distorted voice crackled through a tinny speaker.
For a split second his eyes glanced at a pale blue silhouette of the man he was speaking to; the image being clear enough to just barely make out a male human face. Every time a different person from the council, never long enough for anyone to ascertain their true identities. Like an echo at the edge of hearing, he had gotten strangely used to the experience.
But soon enough his eyes had returned back to the familiar picture of death and destruction, the permanent reminder of what was at stake right now. ’Either the worst street party ever, or Liberterram is being burnt to cinders..‘ Walker answered dryly, barely any attempt of humour put in his joke.
’Spiderman has been seen on the ground, but he’s been off the grid ever since the siege started.‘ John continued, not adding that the spider had been AWOL for days leading up to it.
He knew with reasonable certainty that the kid was visiting Rogers, who had gone to the island with a few more of his former comrades in Romanoff and Barnes. Although the reasons why all four of them where there eluded him, but with this happened soon after they met up wasn’t a coincidence… Walker refused to believe in coincidences, he trusted too little in the honesty of people for such a thing to ring true with him.
Gesturing his hand in the air, the screens wiped into a different feed of one of the bigger towers on the island being struck by a military-grade rocket. The sight of the senseless carnage no longer stirring him as much as it did the first time he saw such things happen.
’He has indeed been seen on the ground by bystanders, helping to save people from buildings. He seems to be coordinating with Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, and James Barnes.‘ the anonymous figure exclaimed redundantly, as Walker received the same reports as the council members did.
Just as the figure had said it, it showed a replay of a massive gas explosion that caused an entire apartment building to crumble into the ground. Undoubtedly hundreds of people still stuck, looking for a way out, not knowing that the people that were supposed to save them were probably in bigger trouble than they were.
’Last reports had all four of them placed inside the building. Nobody has seen them since, many already regarding them KIA.‘ the figure told in a tone that was more interested in what Walker’s thoughts on their fate was.
Stepping around the ship, he sighed into his cup of coffee before finishing it off and dumping it into a trash bin that was overflowing with cups and powerbar wrappers. Turning back around to face the unmoving figure and the replays of the explosion, he shook his head skeptically.
’No, that makes no sense.‘ Walker exclaimed, brow furrowed looking for any sort of clue on the grainy drone footage. ’Three of them are trained operatives, the fourth has a supernatural ability to perceive danger before it even happens.‘ he summed up quickly, swiping between still images a few times but coming up short of the golden bullet.
’One of them not accounting for structural dangers is unlikely, all four of them being in the same building when it goes up in smoke…’ Closing his eyes, he rubbed his nose not even having to answer his line of thinking to know that there was something sinister going on.
’Are you sure you know what you’re implying here, Walker?‘ the broken voice crackled around him.
Opening his eyes again, he noticed an amber light indicating they were closing in on Liberterram, concluding a voyage that felt like 12 years rather than 12 hours. But the calm eagerness for combat was lacking in him this time, because there were four problems in Liberterram and his gut feeling knew that they were somehow part of all that was happening, their kind intentions undoubtedly part of some ruse to fool the world of their demises.
’Yes, tell our people on the field to regard all four of them as potential enemy combatants if they show up again. We can’t take chances.’ he finally answered, pulling the hood of his specialized suit over his head.
’Rogers especially, if anyone’s a potential commander of the OPFOR, it’d be him.’ he added, grabbing his vibranium shield and clipping it to his back, making his way to the cargo bay door for his ‘grand entry’ into the fray.
’… We’ll relay the message, but expect people to be skeptical about our claims, Walker. Rogers is still an icon to many, a damn global hero.‘
Pulling the hatch release, the cargo bays slowly opened up, the smoke and smell of a burning city quickly rising into the ship. ’If it comes to it, I’ll take him out myself.’
TAG: Nobody at all!// NOTES: One-shot! // WORDS: 1000 words
The gloved hand of John grabbed the black cup, with no adulterants like sugar or milk to make it have less of the bitter kick it gave. It was close to his tenth cup of the day, despite the clock not having reached noon yet.
Stepping in front of a wall of screens, his eyes darted around looking at the various feeds around the world; The images were different, but all of them told the same story to the people watching. Liberterram was under siege by a force of unbridled power and destruction, its biggest city slowly being turned to ashes with every passing minute.
’What are we looking at here, Walker?!‘ a distorted voice crackled through a tinny speaker.
For a split second his eyes glanced at a pale blue silhouette of the man he was speaking to; the image being clear enough to just barely make out a male human face. Every time a different person from the council, never long enough for anyone to ascertain their true identities. Like an echo at the edge of hearing, he had gotten strangely used to the experience.
But soon enough his eyes had returned back to the familiar picture of death and destruction, the permanent reminder of what was at stake right now. ’Either the worst street party ever, or Liberterram is being burnt to cinders..‘ Walker answered dryly, barely any attempt of humour put in his joke.
’Spiderman has been seen on the ground, but he’s been off the grid ever since the siege started.‘ John continued, not adding that the spider had been AWOL for days leading up to it.
He knew with reasonable certainty that the kid was visiting Rogers, who had gone to the island with a few more of his former comrades in Romanoff and Barnes. Although the reasons why all four of them where there eluded him, but with this happened soon after they met up wasn’t a coincidence… Walker refused to believe in coincidences, he trusted too little in the honesty of people for such a thing to ring true with him.
Gesturing his hand in the air, the screens wiped into a different feed of one of the bigger towers on the island being struck by a military-grade rocket. The sight of the senseless carnage no longer stirring him as much as it did the first time he saw such things happen.
’He has indeed been seen on the ground by bystanders, helping to save people from buildings. He seems to be coordinating with Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, and James Barnes.‘ the anonymous figure exclaimed redundantly, as Walker received the same reports as the council members did.
Just as the figure had said it, it showed a replay of a massive gas explosion that caused an entire apartment building to crumble into the ground. Undoubtedly hundreds of people still stuck, looking for a way out, not knowing that the people that were supposed to save them were probably in bigger trouble than they were.
’Last reports had all four of them placed inside the building. Nobody has seen them since, many already regarding them KIA.‘ the figure told in a tone that was more interested in what Walker’s thoughts on their fate was.
Stepping around the ship, he sighed into his cup of coffee before finishing it off and dumping it into a trash bin that was overflowing with cups and powerbar wrappers. Turning back around to face the unmoving figure and the replays of the explosion, he shook his head skeptically.
’No, that makes no sense.‘ Walker exclaimed, brow furrowed looking for any sort of clue on the grainy drone footage. ’Three of them are trained operatives, the fourth has a supernatural ability to perceive danger before it even happens.‘ he summed up quickly, swiping between still images a few times but coming up short of the golden bullet.
’One of them not accounting for structural dangers is unlikely, all four of them being in the same building when it goes up in smoke…’ Closing his eyes, he rubbed his nose not even having to answer his line of thinking to know that there was something sinister going on.
’Are you sure you know what you’re implying here, Walker?‘ the broken voice crackled around him.
Opening his eyes again, he noticed an amber light indicating they were closing in on Liberterram, concluding a voyage that felt like 12 years rather than 12 hours. But the calm eagerness for combat was lacking in him this time, because there were four problems in Liberterram and his gut feeling knew that they were somehow part of all that was happening, their kind intentions undoubtedly part of some ruse to fool the world of their demises.
’Yes, tell our people on the field to regard all four of them as potential enemy combatants if they show up again. We can’t take chances.’ he finally answered, pulling the hood of his specialized suit over his head.
’Rogers especially, if anyone’s a potential commander of the OPFOR, it’d be him.’ he added, grabbing his vibranium shield and clipping it to his back, making his way to the cargo bay door for his ‘grand entry’ into the fray.
’… We’ll relay the message, but expect people to be skeptical about our claims, Walker. Rogers is still an icon to many, a damn global hero.‘
Pulling the hatch release, the cargo bays slowly opened up, the smoke and smell of a burning city quickly rising into the ship. ’If it comes to it, I’ll take him out myself.’
TAG: Nobody at all!// NOTES: One-shot! // WORDS: 1000 words
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