Post by Spider-Man Beyond on Feb 1, 2007 13:47:24 GMT -5
WildC.A.T.S. #2
Gathering The Pack, Part 2
Gathering The Pack, Part 2
Written by Mike Bowen
Edited by Daniel Dyer
Lord Emp paced the conference room that he and Void occupied high above the New York streets. “Helspont is here, and you’re telling me he is free?” the tiny man’s voice growing louder as his anger rose.
Void continued to look at the floor, not wanting to look one of the greatest Kherubim warlords ever in the eye after giving him the information she just did. “That’s correct, m’lord,” she replied. “I was in the process of trying to find some help when I stumbled upon you.”
Emp nodded, expecting at least some high-powered help. He had tangled with Helpsont early on in the war against the Daemonites. It was of the utmost importance to keep him away from the war and getting off the planet. “And who do you have in mind, my dear?”
Void nodded towards a computer screen that flickered to life on its own.
“Hybrids? You expect a group of hybrids to take on Helspont and whatever Daemonite lieutenants he has with him?”
Again Void’s head dropped. She wasn’t used to disappointing her superiors, one of the many reasons she was pulled out of the pre-cog ranks and sent on this vital mission. “That’s all there is, Sir,” she whispered. “The rest have either disappeared or died. I think I have a pretty competent group picked... and we also have this!” She reached out towards the conference table and punched in a few buttons on a hidden key pad. There was a rush of air as one of the wooden wall panels began to slide open revealing a huge man, standing dead-still.
“A Hadrian-series,” Emp said with a smile growing on his face. “Why didn’t you tell me you had a ‘borg here.”
If Void could have blushed she would have.
“How functional is he?” Emp asked.
“I’ve updated his programming regularly to help him pass as human if needed,” Void answered in a proud voice.
Emp stood and walked over to the niche and examined the cyborg. He stabbed a finger under the left armpit and the man came to life, his chest rising and falling slowly. “Welcome back, Hadrian,” Emp said softly. “Keycode 6-niner-8A4... What’s your code-name soldier?”
The cyborg’s jaw tightened, and he snapped to attention. “Spartan, Sir!” it shouted. “Are you in command now?”
Emp laughed. “That I am, Spartan,” he said. “I am Lord Emp. This is Void. We have a Daemonite infestation here and I need you to help assemble a team to put a stop to it. Are you ready for that.”
A wide smile blossomed over Spartan’s face. No one would ever be able to tell he was a cyborg unless he wanted them to. His movements were so fluid, so unmistakably human. “The only good Daemonite is a dead Daemonite, Sir!” he responded.
Emp clapped his hands together and moved across the room to stand next to Void. “Glad to hear it, because we are dealing with the most ruthless, blood-thirsty Daemonite warlord ever to enter the war.” He turned back to Void. “Now, who is our first recruit?”
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