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Bronze Tiger #8: Collision
(Hey everyone. This will be temporarily my last post as I will start work tomorrow. Peace out folks.)
My hand carries a detonator. Just one. Meaning it’s a only shot at destroying the Lazarus pit.
Onyx instructs me to take out the nearest guards before advancing further into the other important corners, which I seem to be familiar with, but not entirely. Guess I could make my way out of here then.
Anticipation feeds up my feelings with fear—because knowing it’s a trap, while also making a risky move. I certainly know it won’t make good consequences if I survive this.
Ben: “No sight of the other men. Should I blow it up now?”
Onyx: “Clear to go. Be ready when you are.”
Ben: “Here goes.”
I throw the detonator into the still bubbly pit, full of green stuff, like the ones they had at Ace Chemicals. Whatever it is, I tap the button while moving to a better position, blowing it up. In under two minutes, it all goes away, leaving nothing but rocks and a pile of mess.
Just as I try to leave the room, I feel my head getting wobbly, presumably with a person’s hand hitting me, making me go out cold.
***
Voice: “Wake up.”
Ben: “Who are you?”
Voice: “Darrk.”
Ben: “Ebenezer. Figured out your boss sent his leash after my head eh? Here’s the tiger for you.”
Darrk: “Indeed. Once again, your bounty’s high on the list, since the other Dragon failed to do so, it’s my pleasure.”
Ben: “For my traitorous acts, of course.”
Darrk: “So where is your other compatriot?”
Ben: “Who?”
Slade: “Her. Tell me.”
Ben: “I know nothing.”
Darrk: “Good. Bring him here. Maybe after this, you will tell me.”
As I lay chained and hurt, Darrk’s order brings none other than the man—my old friend, Richard. Richard Dragon. Brainwashed at the hands by the League. Well damn, that’s a surprise.
Ben: “If it is, I should be accommodated to a duel, right?”
Dark: “I would have eliminated traitors, but at per our common request, you will fight to the death. Either way, winning or losing will not fare well either. I will find the woman and kill her as well. Then I will go after Shiva. Your friends will all be gone because of the League.”
Darrk: “Hope it’s still stained while it lasts.”
Two men unchain me, returning my claws in the process. I find my footing hard to balance. That must be the effects of sedation, on a medium level. Darrk sits on his “throne”, and I’m sure he’s laughing under that ugly face of his.
Richard throws a punch at my face, due to me being distracted. He returns another to my stomach, yet another one I can’t retaliate back. I feel nothing but remorse seeing him brainwashed like me previously, but if it has to be done, I...I don’t know if I would hit him again.)
(Flashback to Ben’s mind, where he catches Richard stealing something from the dojo. Both are young and somewhat friendly. Back to the current fight, he is beaten to a bloody pulp, refusing to fight back.)
Ben: “Orange hair eh? I’d expect you to grow more of it. Heh.”
(Richard keeps punching)
Ben: “C’mon man, a bit more strength. Whatever happened to your training? You should know better than doing it to a punching bag!”
Slade: “There goes our entertainment!”
(Richard, expressionless, keeps on using his boxing skills)
By this point I should be dead now. The lad should be using Jeet Kun Do, but he doesn’t. What if he’s holding back as well? I guess I do have to test the waters then. Damn. One claw swipe and now he’s got three scratch marks on his shirt, now it’s ripped.
He takes away his shirt, revealing his sweaty, bare torso. Had I not seen him in years, I didn’t know he would get so much scratch marks. But either way, if I keep stalling, I’d die. Probably throwing him into stranglehold would make the trick.
Ben: “Wake the hell up, Richard Drakunovski!”
(Richard starts blinking, seemingly regaining his senses.)
Onyx: “Did I interrupt the party? Sorry if I came late!”
I knock Richard out into commission, as Onyx throws a knife right into Slade’s blinded eye, causing him pain. She flexes her bullwhip, knocking out a masked ninja, the man who chained me. Ling and Henderson also appear with dual handguns.
Ling: “Take him to safety! This place is gonna blow up!”
Ben: “What?”
Ling: “Darrk doused it with explosives. If we don’t get out of here, we’ll be burnt toast!”
Onyx: “Everyone get to cover!”
Darrk: And this won’t end soon! Next time, I will kill all you traitors!”
We rush out of the base’s entrance, as I carry Richard’s unconscious body onto the chopper. That’s the last thing I did before passing out again.
**One week later:**
I lie on the hospital bed. Pretty sure I ended up back in Gotham, heh. Or maybe Central City?
Onyx: “Ah, you’re up. Feeling better?”
Ben: “Feels like I broke a few bones. Must be what it’s like.”
Onyx: “Just about 8 days. Your suit....it got destroyed. Unless you stashed a old one somewhere, then I don’t know. You seem to be recovering quick.”
Ling: “Mr Turner? Sorry to interrupt, but it seems like the League base is gone. Good work.”
Ben: “So we did it?”
Ling: “Yep. FBI’s doing an investigation now, me and my partner are assigned to it. But promises are promises, I won’t mention anything about you guys. In the meantime, your friend seems to be doing well. I’ll catch up with him later. You can drop by to visit once you’re clear to leave.”
Onyx: “Thank you, agent.”
Ling: “No prob. But Onyx, I think there’s someone who wants to see Ben, you can check on him later.”
Onyx: “Alright.”
As they both leave, a woman carrying a briefcase grabs a chair and sits down.
Woman: “Hello Mr Turner. Good to see you’re still in shape.
Ben: “Thanks I guess?”
Woman: “It seems like you’ve proven to be something....big. You have made accomplishments.”
Ben: “Don’t tell me you’re here to recruit me into the CIA, or the head of FBI yourself with her fine champagne.
Woman: “Perhaps, but I am neither. I work for the government, Mr Turner; the states. For a man like you, your skills can and are highly needed.”
Ben: “But I usually operate alone. Even if it’s a team....”
Woman: “The world is full of meta-humans, Mr Turner. A team is just what I need for assembling. My name is Amanda Waller and I’m here to make you an offer.”
Ben: “What’s it called?”
Waller: “Task Force X. Suicide missions, if you dare to. You can partially lead it too.”
Ben: “Then I’ll take it as a yes.”
***
Bronze Tiger #8: Collision
(Hey everyone. This will be temporarily my last post as I will start work tomorrow. Peace out folks.)
My hand carries a detonator. Just one. Meaning it’s a only shot at destroying the Lazarus pit.
Onyx instructs me to take out the nearest guards before advancing further into the other important corners, which I seem to be familiar with, but not entirely. Guess I could make my way out of here then.
Anticipation feeds up my feelings with fear—because knowing it’s a trap, while also making a risky move. I certainly know it won’t make good consequences if I survive this.
Ben: “No sight of the other men. Should I blow it up now?”
Onyx: “Clear to go. Be ready when you are.”
Ben: “Here goes.”
I throw the detonator into the still bubbly pit, full of green stuff, like the ones they had at Ace Chemicals. Whatever it is, I tap the button while moving to a better position, blowing it up. In under two minutes, it all goes away, leaving nothing but rocks and a pile of mess.
Just as I try to leave the room, I feel my head getting wobbly, presumably with a person’s hand hitting me, making me go out cold.
***
Voice: “Wake up.”
Ben: “Who are you?”
Voice: “Darrk.”
Ben: “Ebenezer. Figured out your boss sent his leash after my head eh? Here’s the tiger for you.”
Darrk: “Indeed. Once again, your bounty’s high on the list, since the other Dragon failed to do so, it’s my pleasure.”
Ben: “For my traitorous acts, of course.”
Darrk: “So where is your other compatriot?”
Ben: “Who?”
Slade: “Her. Tell me.”
Ben: “I know nothing.”
Darrk: “Good. Bring him here. Maybe after this, you will tell me.”
As I lay chained and hurt, Darrk’s order brings none other than the man—my old friend, Richard. Richard Dragon. Brainwashed at the hands by the League. Well damn, that’s a surprise.
Ben: “If it is, I should be accommodated to a duel, right?”
Dark: “I would have eliminated traitors, but at per our common request, you will fight to the death. Either way, winning or losing will not fare well either. I will find the woman and kill her as well. Then I will go after Shiva. Your friends will all be gone because of the League.”
Darrk: “Hope it’s still stained while it lasts.”
Two men unchain me, returning my claws in the process. I find my footing hard to balance. That must be the effects of sedation, on a medium level. Darrk sits on his “throne”, and I’m sure he’s laughing under that ugly face of his.
Richard throws a punch at my face, due to me being distracted. He returns another to my stomach, yet another one I can’t retaliate back. I feel nothing but remorse seeing him brainwashed like me previously, but if it has to be done, I...I don’t know if I would hit him again.)
(Flashback to Ben’s mind, where he catches Richard stealing something from the dojo. Both are young and somewhat friendly. Back to the current fight, he is beaten to a bloody pulp, refusing to fight back.)
Ben: “Orange hair eh? I’d expect you to grow more of it. Heh.”
(Richard keeps punching)
Ben: “C’mon man, a bit more strength. Whatever happened to your training? You should know better than doing it to a punching bag!”
Slade: “There goes our entertainment!”
(Richard, expressionless, keeps on using his boxing skills)
By this point I should be dead now. The lad should be using Jeet Kun Do, but he doesn’t. What if he’s holding back as well? I guess I do have to test the waters then. Damn. One claw swipe and now he’s got three scratch marks on his shirt, now it’s ripped.
He takes away his shirt, revealing his sweaty, bare torso. Had I not seen him in years, I didn’t know he would get so much scratch marks. But either way, if I keep stalling, I’d die. Probably throwing him into stranglehold would make the trick.
Ben: “Wake the hell up, Richard Drakunovski!”
(Richard starts blinking, seemingly regaining his senses.)
Onyx: “Did I interrupt the party? Sorry if I came late!”
I knock Richard out into commission, as Onyx throws a knife right into Slade’s blinded eye, causing him pain. She flexes her bullwhip, knocking out a masked ninja, the man who chained me. Ling and Henderson also appear with dual handguns.
Ling: “Take him to safety! This place is gonna blow up!”
Ben: “What?”
Ling: “Darrk doused it with explosives. If we don’t get out of here, we’ll be burnt toast!”
Onyx: “Everyone get to cover!”
Darrk: And this won’t end soon! Next time, I will kill all you traitors!”
We rush out of the base’s entrance, as I carry Richard’s unconscious body onto the chopper. That’s the last thing I did before passing out again.
**One week later:**
I lie on the hospital bed. Pretty sure I ended up back in Gotham, heh. Or maybe Central City?
Onyx: “Ah, you’re up. Feeling better?”
Ben: “Feels like I broke a few bones. Must be what it’s like.”
Onyx: “Just about 8 days. Your suit....it got destroyed. Unless you stashed a old one somewhere, then I don’t know. You seem to be recovering quick.”
Ling: “Mr Turner? Sorry to interrupt, but it seems like the League base is gone. Good work.”
Ben: “So we did it?”
Ling: “Yep. FBI’s doing an investigation now, me and my partner are assigned to it. But promises are promises, I won’t mention anything about you guys. In the meantime, your friend seems to be doing well. I’ll catch up with him later. You can drop by to visit once you’re clear to leave.”
Onyx: “Thank you, agent.”
Ling: “No prob. But Onyx, I think there’s someone who wants to see Ben, you can check on him later.”
Onyx: “Alright.”
As they both leave, a woman carrying a briefcase grabs a chair and sits down.
Woman: “Hello Mr Turner. Good to see you’re still in shape.
Ben: “Thanks I guess?”
Woman: “It seems like you’ve proven to be something....big. You have made accomplishments.”
Ben: “Don’t tell me you’re here to recruit me into the CIA, or the head of FBI yourself with her fine champagne.
Woman: “Perhaps, but I am neither. I work for the government, Mr Turner; the states. For a man like you, your skills can and are highly needed.”
Ben: “But I usually operate alone. Even if it’s a team....”
Woman: “The world is full of meta-humans, Mr Turner. A team is just what I need for assembling. My name is Amanda Waller and I’m here to make you an offer.”
Ben: “What’s it called?”
Waller: “Task Force X. Suicide missions, if you dare to. You can partially lead it too.”
Ben: “Then I’ll take it as a yes.”
***