Global Unification Neutralization Services
They weren?t a family, hell they were all orphans, but they had each other. Maybe that was the problem; they had been too close to one another and not close enough to Control. Control was a bastard though, he was the shot caller and about as dirty as they came too. Confirmed Elimination Order, yeah they pegged it out as CEO, to make it all simple to the listeners. That was the key wasn?t it give them things they knew and understood. Cloak the mission in everyday words, and fool them. Hell they could have been discussing a board meeting with the lingo they used to communicate with their teams.
Derrick felt an itching in the winged cross tattoo on his back. He contemplated the past few years and their relative silence. Sure he had needed to eliminate one or two, okay more like twelve agents who had been sent. Presumably they were trying to bring him back in. Derrick was having none of that, despite their knowledge of his codename. He had gone with the first agent to come, a man named Smith. They were named Smith. This particular agent had managed to get out that the rest of the team had been killed, before he saw the bullet depart from the front of his skull. Derrick was smart enough to know that the entire team wouldn?t have been killed without Control being behind it. Lazarus would have been the most difficult one to get, the man was crazy and about as warm as the dark side of the moons. He made Derrick look warm and fuzzy inside.
Sledge, that had been the approach line, Derrick?s codename. He tried to find out exactly how the others had gone out. Sif, she would have seen it coming, which was why she was in charge of The Outsiders. One squad, three men, all the command of one woman, sure she had been young but her mind was sharp. Lazarus would have been hard to kill, the man was mostly machine. Cybornetically enhanced, and mostly his own designs. He was a genius really, no code he couldn?t hack, no piece of equipment he couldn?t ride, drive or fly. Then there was Nemesis, he was big and strong, but more importantly he was well armed. If Derrick were the Sledge then Nemesis had to be a bunker buster. He carried more ordinance than was ever necessary for any job. He would say, ?Sure make fun of me now, but when the tanks are coming and your screaming for an RPG, you know who, will be delivering.?
Sledge, the name had been Sif?s idea, he had gotten into a beef with Karl. The big man had joked, that for someone sosmall, he hit like a hammer. Sif had been watching as he had rocked Nemesis with a few well placed blows. ?Looked more like a sledgehammer Karl. Derrick from now on you are Sledge.? He didn?t know how to take this motley group that he had been assigned to. Two days was all it had taken for the entire group to name one another. The Outsiders dubbing had come after they had discovered they were all orphans.
He hadn?t mourned their deaths. In fact, it had made him colder inside and harder because he was so sure his team had become the targets. That was what made his attachment to Lorna so much harder to believe. And it was this attachment that had made him so loyal to her.
He had dealt with the death of those he called friend, and was very disturbed to discover Sif standing near his car. He had parked outside the Stars End Bar and was getting ready to leave when he saw her leaning on the door. ?Sif? Gods Lee you look like sh*t.? True, it was perhaps, the shiniest bit of sh*t he had ever seen, but sh*t all the same.
?F*ck you Derrick!? It was the same old Lee. She had been much cuter once, but she always had a mouth straight out of the sewer. She was gaunt though, and very pale. He had seen enough addicts to know that she was into something. There were a lot of answers he wanted now, not the least of which was how a dead teammate was staring him in the eye and spitting profanity.
They weren?t a family, hell they were all orphans, but they had each other. Maybe that was the problem; they had been too close to one another and not close enough to Control. Control was a bastard though, he was the shot caller and about as dirty as they came too. Confirmed Elimination Order, yeah they pegged it out as CEO, to make it all simple to the listeners. That was the key wasn?t it give them things they knew and understood. Cloak the mission in everyday words, and fool them. Hell they could have been discussing a board meeting with the lingo they used to communicate with their teams.
Derrick felt an itching in the winged cross tattoo on his back. He contemplated the past few years and their relative silence. Sure he had needed to eliminate one or two, okay more like twelve agents who had been sent. Presumably they were trying to bring him back in. Derrick was having none of that, despite their knowledge of his codename. He had gone with the first agent to come, a man named Smith. They were named Smith. This particular agent had managed to get out that the rest of the team had been killed, before he saw the bullet depart from the front of his skull. Derrick was smart enough to know that the entire team wouldn?t have been killed without Control being behind it. Lazarus would have been the most difficult one to get, the man was crazy and about as warm as the dark side of the moons. He made Derrick look warm and fuzzy inside.
Sledge, that had been the approach line, Derrick?s codename. He tried to find out exactly how the others had gone out. Sif, she would have seen it coming, which was why she was in charge of The Outsiders. One squad, three men, all the command of one woman, sure she had been young but her mind was sharp. Lazarus would have been hard to kill, the man was mostly machine. Cybornetically enhanced, and mostly his own designs. He was a genius really, no code he couldn?t hack, no piece of equipment he couldn?t ride, drive or fly. Then there was Nemesis, he was big and strong, but more importantly he was well armed. If Derrick were the Sledge then Nemesis had to be a bunker buster. He carried more ordinance than was ever necessary for any job. He would say, ?Sure make fun of me now, but when the tanks are coming and your screaming for an RPG, you know who, will be delivering.?
Sledge, the name had been Sif?s idea, he had gotten into a beef with Karl. The big man had joked, that for someone sosmall, he hit like a hammer. Sif had been watching as he had rocked Nemesis with a few well placed blows. ?Looked more like a sledgehammer Karl. Derrick from now on you are Sledge.? He didn?t know how to take this motley group that he had been assigned to. Two days was all it had taken for the entire group to name one another. The Outsiders dubbing had come after they had discovered they were all orphans.
He hadn?t mourned their deaths. In fact, it had made him colder inside and harder because he was so sure his team had become the targets. That was what made his attachment to Lorna so much harder to believe. And it was this attachment that had made him so loyal to her.
He had dealt with the death of those he called friend, and was very disturbed to discover Sif standing near his car. He had parked outside the Stars End Bar and was getting ready to leave when he saw her leaning on the door. ?Sif? Gods Lee you look like sh*t.? True, it was perhaps, the shiniest bit of sh*t he had ever seen, but sh*t all the same.
?F*ck you Derrick!? It was the same old Lee. She had been much cuter once, but she always had a mouth straight out of the sewer. She was gaunt though, and very pale. He had seen enough addicts to know that she was into something. There were a lot of answers he wanted now, not the least of which was how a dead teammate was staring him in the eye and spitting profanity.