The Helipad, 4:35am
"You'll be pleased to know it look's like I'm gonna need your help after all..."
The Secretary of Defense walked around towards the front of the Quinjet, giving it a little thud with the back of his fist. His other palm pressing a phone to his ear.
"Yeah yeah, I know. Now get your ass down here. We're leaving in five."
Julius violently blinked as a white portal suddenly spawned in front of him, his secret daughter, Juliet Jones, suddenly stepped out with a smirk.
"See this?" He looked up at the Quinjet, "I know it's a big ask. But I'll need you to move it. And them,"
Julius took out out an encrypted devise that showed both written coordinates and where those coordinates correlated visually in space. "Once we've arrived at our destination close the portal immediately and wait for me to get back in touch. I don't know how long it'll be, so no asking. Secondly, if we aren't back within twenty-four hours, I want you to contact my bodyguard, Cole. His contact details can be found on the Equalizer intranet." He smiled at Juliet, allowing the girl time to form her portal before excusing her. "Give us all a moment."
The Shadow of D.C walked towards the men and folded his arms, taking in a nice breath of early morning air. As he done so, a third, apparently unknown individual walked onto the helipad. Immediately Julius looked at Lichter and Damien, addressing the unknown entity. "I'd like to introduce the Black Bat. Lichter, as you very well now know, Alexander Donn will not be partaking in this mission himself due to physical constraints, and this is his stand-in. I can account personally for his abilities."
The Wall then gestured for the three to enter the Quinjet.
"I'll brief you once we're all inside."
And with that, Julius simply entered the Quinjet and awaited his fellow agents to do the same.
Now, he was excited. He hadn't actually used his combat attire in many years.
Quickly, Julius removed his coat and revealed a sleek, blue outfit.
"Gentlemen, please take a seat."
Sometimes intelligence gathering and espionage had to be done away from the office, and Julius was evidently not afraid to engage in combat himself, despite being forty-four years old and counting.
To compensate for this lack of youthful vigor like Damien or Lichter, he had used technology only accessible to the very select few able to persuade the US Government to depart with so much money. It allowed him to move and act as though he was on some type of super solider serum, although it was purely a synthetic muscle.
He sat down.
"Strap yourselves in."
Julius looked back, almost smirking.
"It might get bumpy."
To say the least.