Monday, January 29, 2007

Oh no another team of super humans

What a cliche. I thought. Another team of super humans fighting against my super humans. Annabell and I arrive in the situation room Prescott is dealing with the situation calmly but there is panic in the others around him.
"ASIO told us of their arrival as they attacked." informed Prescott.
"Who are they?" asked Annabell.
"They are mercenaries who go under the title The International Guard. They sell their services to any country who can pay for." explained Prescott. "Putting it simply they're trouble."
"Do Ki-Yama and the others know who they're up against?" I ask.
"No but they have just been attacked telepathically." Prescott's tone hasn't changed since we began. He's so damn stiff upper lipped I'd bet he staples it when he goes to bed.
"I gave them psychic dampners. In fact I gave them everything. How did the Fijian military find out what we were doing?" I ask.
"I suggest we work that out later and deal with the current situation. It seems our trojan cyclone has been discovered." Prescott points to a satellite picture of the cyclone created by Vortex breaking up.
"The telepath's in control of Vortex." I deduce.
"Yes."Prescott pulls up the Vortex's ECG readings. He points to the recent surge in brain activity. "Vortex doesn't think that much."
"Who's there for the International Guard?" I ask.
Prescott changes the screen in front of us and give me the ASIO intel.
"Psykan we already know is there. We have pictures of the whole team coming in as we speak." relays Prescott. "Mr Haynes is it here, yet." requests Prescott.
"Its here Sir. You have it now." responds Mr Haynes.
"Oh crap not him." I gripe.
"True but look at her. Is that who I think it is?" asks Prescott with a sneaky smile.
"Mr Prescott I do believe your right." I reply. "I think this is going to be easier than we both thought."
I leave to suit up. Annabell follows me to the lair. I get to the storeroom door which will open into the lair and she stops me.
"That was Chroma wasn't it?" she asks.
"Yes." I reply.
Annabell screws up her face. Begins to say something and then walks off in a huff.
"Annabell I don't need this right now." I call after her. She doesn't respond. I go into the lair and suit up.

continued in Project:Spearhead

6 comments:

captain koma said...

Great I update the story and all I get is SPAM.

Its better to wait till I finish AMR3.

Robin said...

Yeah. Superheroes like spam can get very annoying, once they go past the 'thorn in your side' level. Sometimes you just want to shoot them all.
Robin.

cooltopten said...

holy sh*t now that is SPAM ^ above.seems like we are not getting so many commnet lately.Perhaps everyones so into there little storys.keep up the good work

Nightwing said...

Just buy Annabel some chocolate and flowers and she'll calm down.
Nightwing

Professor Xavier said...

That is some rather invasive spam. I guess they figure you're a super-villian so you must have a lot of spare cash. You know, from all those banks you rob.

Professor Xavier said...

This blog is not as evil as it use to be.