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Operation Seventh Wave
Chapter 3
The agent began to walk out of the room, the door slid open before him, and standing outside was a man strapped to a dolly in a straight jacket made of an un familiar material, strapped on his face was a restraint mask, even through the bars the assassin could tell he was smiling “by the way if you survive your code name will be specter.” 5 agents wheeled in the ban on the gurney, he had an enormous body, built like a block, 7 feet tall, easily 5’ 6” wide. The men produced lengths of poles presumably the keys to remove this psycho, they exited the room before removing the locks, but not before one agent put out 2 labeled bags presumably their respective equipment. “Oh and try not to kill him specter, I would tell him but he has a problem with authority.” Specter quickly pulled on his loose-fitting pants shirt, and hooded cape, leaving the hood down. Compared to this behemoth he was tiny, barley 7 inches taller than his width, and half as heavy, he was banking on his weight slowing him down. As the one who had had to be wheeled in removed his mask and hood it revealed a crude burlap sack with holes cut in for eyes and a mouth piece cut and then crudely sown back together, on this behemoth it was quite disturbing. The sack itself was stained brown presumably with dried blood. “Heh they really didn’t have to worry, I was looking forward to this fight.” When the masked man spoke it was in a quiet, yet echoing voice. “Bring it on” specter said taking in every detail of this monsters stance. “Heh you asked for it” he moved quickly across the floor, ramming into the desk, which was easily 200 lbs, and sending it flying towards specter. He barely dodged it by diving to the side, but before he could recover the monster was upon him. He lifted the small man up and threw him like a rag doll against the wall. Shaken specter recovered quickly, nothing was broken, but he was going to feel that in the morning. “Considering surrendering yet?” “Not even close”. The beast of a man charged, and swung his left hand, specter dodged it, and with all his might and momentum brought his heel into the large mans stomach. The man caught his foot after impact, not even flinching and whipped him back at the opposite wall. Specter was slower to recover this time and by the time he was up the man had him by the throat lifting him with one massive hand off the ground. Specter just smiled, and with a flick of the wrist had one of his favorite weapons-his collapsible spear in his hand. Pressing the trigger the spear extended and pierced the man, just missing his spine, and puncturing a lung. Yelling in rage he threw specter against the other wall, making him drop his spear. “You son of a b***h!” “I couldn’t agree more” the man began another charge, and specter threw a few micro bombs at his feet bringing him temporarily to his knees, then, having produced 8 knives threw them, they all impacted on the floor behind the masked man. ”heh you missed” specter just smiled and pulled the razor wired he had attached to the blades, pulling them tight around c’thulus neck, and arms. “Kneel, name me as leader, or die.” “It seems I have very little choice in the matter very well you’re the team leader, since torque refused”. More applauding came from the door neither man had noticed was opened. ”very nice fight gentle men, now then you deploy in ten minutes.”
 7thwave- · Mon Jun 30, 2008 @ 01:53am · 1 Comments |
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