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[tighe]

Normally, intelligence sources would have pointed Tighe to a more obscure location than the one before him. Intelligence agencies naturally liked to possess low key safe houses that did not attract much in the way of attention. For some peculiar reason, they decided that the necessity for luxury was more important in this case. The mansion resided in one of New York’s more upscale suburban neighborhoods. In particular, this property was almost three acres with a small lake taking up another behind the mansion. The large area simply made it that much easier for Tighe to slip over the fence unnoticed. Like any government complex, this one typically possessed the stereotypical roaming guards. It was rather unfortunate, considering Specter wanted to get in and out without an incident or too much blood. Still, these intelligence lackeys represented a government that tried to kill him in the past. It was only fair for Ryan to return the favor.

The former operative turned freelance assassin was crouched just inside a tree line at the edge of the property. His garb was entirely black, shielding him from the probing eyes of the wandering guards. The uniform was made out of a flexible material that also contained some Kevlar padding for protection. To be honest, Specter procured the uniform from a government weapons depot several months earlier. A silenced MP5 submachine gun hung off the young man’s back while smaller weapons and gadgets covered the rest of his uniform including several knives and a silenced handgun. While those pieces of equipment were great and all, nothing was as useful as the thermal scope that he decided to bring along. The device allowed him to pick out every sentry on his side of the house along with some snipers that he would have missed without the aid of his expensive piece of equipment.

The mutant secured the scope, tucking it into a pouch on his left arm that was designed to hold such a device. While he decided to take this operation on his own accord, Tighe was almost positive that the leaders of the Brotherhood would approve as well. While they did not know that he was working for an outside contractor, both elements desired the same piece of intelligence. An informant was being protected in this particular safe house, one who could name the locations of several high ranking brotherhood members. Said mole also possessed intelligence that incriminated a very powerful businessman in New York. Tighe accepted this businessman’s contract, deciding that money would serve him better in the long run. It was simple really, kill his way in and simply walk out the front door. Specter liked simple most of the time, but this was definitely going to be tricky.

[wade]

Excelsior! Deadpool thought as he managed to make his way to the armed military complex. His employer for this certain case was more than helpful in giving him the layouts to this complex. Locations of every sniper, every guard and their duties. From the looks of it, this mission called for his full battle rattle which consisted of his stealth suit with built in kevelar, and combat opts mask that was fitted with infra red, and night vision, plus a built in smoke screen and breathing filtration unit. If his check signer for this mission were any other person, he would be quite curious as to how they were paying him. Then again, they did not call him the Kingpin for nothing…although Deadpool thought Pigpen was a much fitting name for a fat guy like him. I mean, the guy made Fat Bastard from the Austin Powers movies look anorexic! How did he live with himself? Better yet, how does he move around, manage to ever stop eating, and even find a big and tall outlet in the city that could actually fit him in proper clothes? Seriously though, if you think about it enough, a guy with that much money cannot afford the proper tummy tuck and plastic surgeon that can actually hide that he had one? Then again, I am babbling. May as well get back to the story about how I am going to kill this guy.

Deadpool had already managed to stealthily sneak past several snipers, killing them and placing them in position to make them look as if they were still alive to fool any guards. While he was at it, he injected them with laudanum, which helped in keeping the body warm as to fool the infra red cameras that scoped the place. Once the snipers were taken care of, his next move was finding the ventilation duct that he was told to access in order to get to the safe room in which the target was being kept. There was apparent intel that this target had, that if it fell into the wrong hands could either destroy the Kingpin’s criminal empire, or give someone serious power to blackmail him. At least, that’s the jist of the mission that Deadpool was actually listening to. Beforehand, the Kingpin was talking about the details of the intel, and what it meant to him and how he had people in high and low places that did this and that, and how the target knew the schematics for the deathray that all villains seemed to have, blah blah bliddity blah. Something around that area.

“Jackpot!” he whispered inaudibly to everyone and everything but himself. As he finally found the duct, he found he was an easy fit and quickly made it inside. Getting to the duct was easy peasy, but now came the part of actually getting to the target and finding out exactly how many people were in the room with the guy. His contractor warned him that there were few guards, but how reliable was that. Few guards… Deadpool thought. Might as well say that the Army of Darkness, themselves are waiting for me inside. As Deadpool braved the empty air duct, he finally saw his target. Sitting in a chair with the typical clad-black security all around. Perfect time to attack. As he reached for a smoke grenade, Deadpool pulled the pin just as he knocked open the vent to the duct. Dropped the grenade in, he watched as all of the guards, and the target began to freak out. Once the smoke had covered the entire room, Deadpool simply dropped in and began searching for the target.

“Marko!” Deadpool shouted, “Polo! Hey! There you are!” he exclaimed as the guards began to fire off aimlessly in their search for the attacker. Reaching for both of his katanas, he swiftly impaled his victim in the chest, quickly ending his life and at least giving him a painless death.

Mission accomplished… he thought, now moving towards the window as the smoke was dying down. As he crashed through the window, the alarms were finally ringing. The remaining guards must have noticed the snipers were dead already as the few that remained were finally attacking Deadpool as he jumped from the window. It was at this point, Deadpool held both katanas tight and began to run, swinging both blades around in all directions, deflecting the hales of bullets coming after him. As he finally scaled the wall, he jumped forward, making his way out of the building and towards the city, military still firing from the complex. It was at this point, Deadpool began to think about two things that were running through his mind…who the heck the guy in the tree was, and if his double bubble fell out of his pocket during the fall.

To his everlasting horror…it did.

[tighe]

Several reports from various weapons within the house puzzled Tighe, his eyebrow lifting in curiosity. It seemed as though there was already a party in progress, and a very loud one at that. Shit, if he was the neighbor, Ryan would have so called the cops on these pricks. Seriously though, it was a damn school night. Within seconds, the entire complex erupted in noise. Most of that clamor came from multiple firearms that were now easily audible. The second part of that noise was a figure jumping through a window on the second story. From all of the gunfire, it seemed as though someone already beat Tighe to the damn informant. Specter rolled his eyes at the elaborate exit, but his annoyance quickly changed to anger when he caught a glimpse of the culprit. “Great, Wade-fucking-Wilson.” Specter started to grind his teeth, finger subconsciously twitching. He really had the urge to kill someone right about now. Unfortunately, Wilson was already over the compound’s wall. Tighe disappeared from his perch, reappearing next to one of the guards who lowered his weapon. Specter unholstered his own firearm and quickly leveled it at the agent’s head. In a split second, the man went from standing to lying in a heap of his own blood.

His companions barely registered the suppressed gunshot, and before any of them could turn to counter the new threat, five bullets became lodged in their skulls. Tighe rolled his eyes once more, still annoyed that an afternoon of planning simply went to waste. After holstering his pistol a few seconds later, Specter started to walk around the grounds. The alarm was still sounding which meant that he did not have much time. It would probably only take five minutes for a CIA strike team to arrive and utterly obliterate anything and everything that was breathing on the grounds.

The mutant wandered over to the broken window, noticing a body slumped nearby. It was one of the snipers that he caught a glimpse of earlier through the thermal scope. There was a clean hole through his forehead, which Tighe instantly knew was fatal. “Well that’s just fan-fucking-tastic.” Deadpool used some sort of chemical to contain the guard’s body heat even after death. To be honest Ryan never would have seen it coming. While Wade pissed him off sometimes he had to admit that the jokester had style.

Approaching vehicles brought Tighe’s attention back to reality. That was his queue to leave, and so he started toward the wall that Wade disappeared over, stopping along the way after something on the ground caught his eye. “Sweet, double bubble.” The mutant picked up his measly reward and popped it in his mouth before disappearing, literally “teleporting” four hundred feet away. He continued to jump before there was a large enough distance between himself and the former safehouse. “Well at least I can get a reward from this.” The informant was dead, which meant that Tighe was getting paid. He knew that Wade probably had a different employer, or at least he hoped.

[wade]

When there was a clear distance between himself and the complex, Deadpool finally sighed in relief and tagged down the first cab that he could. Once he got inside the cab, the driver looked at him funny. Once Deadpool realized he was armed with two katanas, and an ass load of weapons, and dressed in a red suit with a mask covering his face, he finally mustered up two words that would explain himself to the driver. “Just left a comic convention…mind taking me to Fisk Tower? He’s holding a costume party…” The driver simply shrugged and drove off towards Fisk Tower. It was high time that Deadpool got paid. There were plenty of things on his mind that he wanted to buy. Plenty of pretty things.

“Tell me, how do you put that turban together?” he asked the cab driver finally out of being unable to keep silent for five seconds, “It looks like it would take you hours to do, and many steps to do it right. When you screw up on a part, how mad do you get about having to start all over? Or do you wear it all the time and have not taken it off in years? Do you shower with it and sleep with it on? Is it true those things come bullet proof? Is there really something hidden underneath there that you’re just not telling anyone about? I bet it is a great way to smuggle an exotic pet across countries.” And it continued just like this until the cab driver stopped at Fisk Tower and begged Deadpool to get out of his cab and even offered back his money, and the driver’s paycheck as extra for leaving.

As Deadpool got out of the cab, the driver quickly sped away as he believed Deadpool was about to say something else because he thought his mouth was moving underneath the mask. “Geeze…what was his problem?” Deadpool asked himself as he walked into the building and up the elevator, eyed by many people in his weird attire. Turban must have been on too tight… he thought to himself.