GSG-9 headquarters, Sankt Augustin, Germany
Schreck tore the tattered Warp costume off himself and threw it onto the corpses of the two downed GSG-9 officers “I cannot wear this fishbowl!”
Bolshoi dressed as Phobia grabbed the final officer who was slumped against the wall and shook him “Where is he?”
“Who?” grunted the officer through his broken teeth courtesy of her kick to his face.
“Captain Chazov.” She pressed her forearm across his throat “Please, don’t make me kill you. I hate this job as it is.”
The officer looked at her “I don’t know.”
Schrek shoved her out of the way and grabbed the man by the face and lifted him upwards. The mutant vampire’s eyes burbled and pulsed as he locked gaze with the man.
“Your will is now mine!” declared Schrek as he dropped the man to his feet “Where is Captain Chazov?”
“Third…floor,” the man sounded like he was sleep talking.
“Take us there.” Schrek ordered.
“Aren’t you going to eat him?” asked Katarina sarcastically as she fell in behind them.
“Be thankful nemnogo tantsor* you have those lens in!” Schrek growled as he shoved the officer along.
Merzbank across the road from GSG-9 HQ
Gort pulled the head off his Monsieur Mallah costume and wiped his brow. Plasmus tapped him on the shoulder “What are you doing?”
“It is hot?” snapped the old Russian batting the hand away before putting it back on.
Leonid shook his head “You best hope the cameras were all taken out or…”
“Or what?” He poked his finger roughly into the Plasmus costume.
Plasmus’ hands flared with energy “Or…you’ll be explaining our failure to Medviedenko and to the President. Do as you are told old man. CAULDRON!”
The robotic suit’s head spun towards Plasmus whilst the arms swept back and forth tracking any targets“Orders?”
“Take out all the cameras.”
The robot marched back into the bank and opened fire on the cameras hanging from the roof and hidden in the corners. Plasmus and Mallah glared at each other, a massive pile of Euros at their feet.
Belle Reve Penitentiary, Terrebonne Parish, Louisiana
Amanda Waller slapped her wooden pointing stick onto the map “This is the island of Santa Prisca. Famous for three things; the drug Venom, Bane and Zesti Cola.”
“So why the bloody hell are we going there?” asked Captain Boomerang as he pulled his blue and white jacket around his bulging stomach. “You run outta cola love?”
The stick came down hard on the desk in front of him that it made him jump and fall out of his chair. “You’re only on this team because your son is unavailable and you can’t keep out of trouble, you fat Australian idiot!”
‘Pot calling the kettle…” he muttered as he retook his seat.
Waller scanned the rest of the squad. She wasn’t happy but beggars couldn’t be choosers. Her team consisted of Copperhead the young one, White Dragon, Bloodsport the second one, Stallion, Houngan and Tally Man the second one. Along with Captain Boomerang the team couldn’t be a more dysfunctional, borderline useless bunch of copycats, wannabes, third stringers and jokes. Waller watched White Dragon and Bloodsport whispering to each other.
“This isn’t high school!” Waller snapped her fingers at the pair.
“I am not working with…them,” sneered White Dragon as he pointed at Tally Man and Houngan two seats down.
Waller looked him right in the eye. “You’re one of these ignorant inbred racist mouth breathers who judges people by their skin tone! I thought after we shut you down the first time Heller, you would’ve pulled your head out of your ass? Seems I’m going to have to kick it out of there!”
White Dragon sneered as he spat onto the floor in defiance. Waller’s stone expression went darker as she slapped him across the mouth, breaking wooden pointer. “This one goes back in the hole!”
“You dirty baaaaaarghhhh!” his words ended as his shock collar kicked in pulsing thousands of volts of electricity through him. Waller pushed the collar remote button again as four guards swarmed in and took him down hard. Within mere moments he was cuffed, shackled and secured. They hauled him to his feet as Waller got up in his face.
“I think you’re being transferred to general population in California,” she smiled as she watched his face swell from the crack in the mouth. “Where you are the minority. Get him out of my sight before I kill him.”
A bag went over his head and the guards roughly escorted him out the door. Waller turned to the others, pointing the collar remote at them. “Any other problems?”
Bloodsport scowled and shrunk in his seat.
“All good ma’am.” Stallion gave her a salute.
Her eyes went straight to Captain Boomerang who threw his hands up in surrender “All good Wall.”
Amanda grabbed her phone “WHAT?”
She listened intently before closing it and marching over to Houngan. “Your former teammates are robbing a bank in Germany right now. Why?”
To be continued...
* nemnogo tantsor roughly means little dancer in Russian thanks to Google translate