@supreme_sapien said:
The Children of Omega (CVnU)
“I didn’t know you liked impromptu acting.” Martina said while still smiling and giving the crowd some waves and kisses. As much as Evan seemed to be enjoying the scenario and Martina’s butt, but the play must end as the service came to fetch the power-couple. To her surprise, Evan even began his gentleman moves on her, opening the limo’s door and assisting her personally rather than the security present. As always, those two henchmen started acting as human barriers between them and some persistent paparazzi.
“You can drop the hologram now if you want, unless… you want to pick up from where we were?” Evan said as he tried his luck inching towards Martina’s “defenses” so to speak. He’d even handed her some vodka from the bar inside. Martina smirked, took the glass of vodka, and suddenly dipped the silver pen in it, short circuiting the device therefore ending the masquerade for the two. Before he could even reacted, the tinted driver’s window started descending and an intimidating deep-foreign voice coming from inside stated something.
“Devemos ir?” The look on Evan’s face is… indescribable, as the driver turned its head and peeked at the two. “Estamos bem vamos, Ziroh.” Said Martina, and the driver started to drive the limo with haste. After a couple of minutes, Martina started asking Go-To Guy some questions such as, Who is the best fighter you ever fought in the ring?, and have you ever been defeated before in a match? The two started “formally” to get acquainted over some vodka, and other spirits plus some fresh oysters and caviar salad. While this might look like a friendly date, but in Martina’s point of view, this is already a little test on the Go-To Guy on three things; one, how easy could info be extracted from Evan through small talks; two, how good Evan is from separating business from pleasure; third, how much spirit would it take to knock this elephant out! Not even a great surprise to Martina, it seemed he passed on all three of ‘em tests and made Martina realize how wise Gunther is for trusting this guy… this Go-To-Guy.
After just an hour of driving around Rodeo drive down to Wilshire, turning lastly to Schumacher drive, the vehicle slowed down to about 20 miles per hour. “I almost forgot, Evan.” Martina said, as she pulled out her device and started browsing there. “I just wired you some in your three bank accounts, just update a little later and you can check the amount.” The limo pulled over in front of an old waxing salon; the last place anyone can think of as their meet-up location. Ziroh, the weird driver standing 7 feet tall wearing a huge hat and a plain trench coat, knocked twice, before opening the door for them. The driver lead the way towards the establishment, which clearly is closed, as stated by the signage by the main door. Not a single light can be seen from outside. But a very familiar insignia hangs just outside the door. And the purple shade on it could almost give any member of the church a hint of where it could have come from. As the driver Ziroh reached one foot close to the door, something strange happened. The two felt like the whole place become submerged underwater but they could breathe normally. As they look around, all other people started moving a tenth slower than normal and all heads turning slowly away from where they stood. “Nao vamos perder tempo!” after that statement from the weird driver, the door opened without anybody touching it, and a chilling wind could be felt coming from inside the waxing salon.
As the two walked towards inside, the magical doorway shut immediately and the image of Ziroh started to become a blur then vanished. A few more seconds inside the chilling dark room, a small hint of light appeared, and Martina and Evan started walking towards it without a single word to say, but with awe in their eyes. Slowly, the place started to get lit up and two just realized, they’re in the Sky Genocide main hall, and sitting on a sophisticated chair appeared to be none other than the CEO.
A co-op between cosmic and business chapters...
It wasn’t until Martina stopped the hologram, that the ride got interesting. Although the dropping of the pen into the vodka was a bad a$$ move. Evan was just getting comfortable, with a strong drink in one hand and playfully trying to put the other around Martina. Naturally he was not giving her his A game, but he was playing it cool. But unbeknownst to him, she was playing a game of her own. But before either of them could get a word in edge wise, the thin shaded window between them and the driver lowered and an intimidating deep-foreign voice bellowed from the other side. “Devemos ir?” the driver said while peering at Evan under the brim of his chauffeur hat, leaving the famed boxer with an indescribable look on his face, for being interrupted while being in the back of the car with a very pretty lady. But sure enough even as he didn’t understand a word he said, Martina immediately responded back with a firm, “Estamos bem vamos, Ziroh.” Naturally Evan was getting bored with it all and as the little window was rolling back up he mocked back in a bad Mexican accent “Come on Aye! Vroom Vroom, letsa gett-aye going, okay-aye!” clearly indicating he was in a rush and there were more important things to do than sit around and talk in a foreign language.
Soon enough the car began rolling and as fast as the drinks were being poured, both Evan and Martina got back to playing their respective games. For the next few minutes she coy-fully played up to Evan’s ego, asking him any and every question about his life, loves and career, secretly peering into his inner character, while Evan thought only he was going to score. But being the man he is, he gave all the right answers, admitting to flaws while never fully giving away to many details. If he did have one overbearing weakness it was that he loved to talk about himself. Even when discussing his losses in the ring, or the legendary tale of how he got temporarily suspended from boxing for a cheap and illegal shot. But despite it all he did prove himself to be worthy, or at least game-fully employable, to be the Red-Scar’s Go-To Guy, a fact that seemingly impressed Martina. Seeing a pleased look upon her face, Evan could only assume he was making way with her, and even leaned in closer to give her a little more of what he did back at the hotel, when she quickly changed the subject. Playing off one of his vices, she reminded him, “I almostforgot,Evan..” while sipping from her drink,“I just wired you some in your three bank accounts, just update a little later and you can check the amount.”
Once again Evan through her a playful smile answering back, “Well then I’d love to spend some of it on you,” when the limousine came to an abrupt stop. Then just before he leaned in to give her a kiss, two loud knocks banged on the door, followed by the chauffeur opening it to escort them out. Immediately Evan locked eyes with the plus seven foot tall giant, and as an alpha male, proceeded to try to out stare the individual. Even as Martina stepped out, and even as the chauffeur lead them to a wooden door with a foreclosed sign, Evan continued to act tough with bold looks and rugged moves. But as always Ziroh payed no mind to the boxer, and merely continued on as he always does, irritating Evan even more. But once they began to enter the shambles of a closed old waxing salon, Evan was pleased to see a familiar sign hanging just outside the door. What happened next was a total shock and surprise to him as at the moment Ziroh reached one foot close to the door, time seemed to slow down. At the same time he felt an indescribable feeling as if being submerged under water. But perhaps the weirdest detail was that while all this was going on, Ziroh felt more than natural and in a calm controlled manner, uttered the words “Nao vamos perder tempo!”
Immediately, the door opened, as a cold wind swept the place forcing Evan to take a defensive stance, preparing for whatever unknown was about to happen next. Meanwhile Martina proceeded to walk forward even physically escorting Evan along the way by taking his hand, as Ziroh simply vanished from sight. Still trying to play it cool, Evan couldn’t help but remark, “So, taking me some place were we can be alone” as the two of them walked down a dark corridor. Suddenly a small light shined at the end of the hall, striking a sense of awe in him, as he and Martina walked to it in silence. At the end they both walked into a huge chamber, like something out of a judicial space movie, with none other than Gunther sitting high above them on a throne, that added to his majesty while he could look down upon all who stood before him. Evan did not notice if Martina bowed or curtsied before him, but he choose to play it tough. In his head he knew he was being hired for his muscles and as such had no fear in showing them off. Therefore in a rather rambunctious tone looked straight up at the CEO, and before he could speak, simply asked, “So mister big-shot, before you dazzle me with your high class bureaucracy, can a fellow get a drink?” followed by crossing his arms in a defiant manner.
(OOC: We'll be talking about upgrades very soon. Let me give you a tour first.)
At the main hall, sitting atop where anyone looking from that place could have a great vantage point in every corner of the hall at least, none other than Gunther. “You’re late.” Such a cold expression made Martina get on one knee, a sign of greeting as well as apologies. Then, the CEO’s eye turned to the Go-To Guy who is standing side by side Martina; “So mister big-shot, before you dazzle me with your high class bureaucracy, can a fellow get a drink?”. Before even Martina could react from such casual reply coming from Evan, Gunther waved his right hand, signaling that it’s okay, then pointed Martina to a nearby exit, without a single word.
“Hahaha! My Go-To Guy never ever stopped fascinating me! Can I have a closer look then?” Gunther stood up straight, breathed heavy and made a four-story high leap from atop looking as if he’s going to make a two-feet head stomp at Evan! A split second before landing straight at Evan, he made a leg maneuver mid-air, dodging any contact, but still landed on both feet just beside him. Evan did not moved a muscle, and still at his crossed-arm defiant position. “We’re not here to party, my friend. It seemed even the people up in the cosmic department took some blow from this futuristic fellow who came in more than prepared. He seems to have serious issues going on against Omega, and you know very well I don’t like our business getting trespassed whatsoever.” While discussing, Gunther even personally pulled out a bottle of wine from a unique cupboard nearby, poured some in a glass and attempted to offer it to Evan. “Insights group however, reported that footages shown to them tells us that we might be dealing against tech centuries ahead of us, if not sorcery. And I’m not talking about pulling a rabbit off a hat- kind of trick.”
While sipping some wine, Gunther is scanning Evan’s marvelous physique, recognizing his pulse rate, breathing rate, body temp and blood pressure altogether by his Red Scar; the artificial right red eye. And as always, stats of Evan sums up a perfect tank of a guy, a Go-To Guy, who would definitely manage to absorb almost any attacks, all based off Red Scar’s calculation at that moment. “I could almost set you up somewhere and throw a Tsar Bomba straight at you just to confirm your hide’s toughness but let’s not go to so much trouble, shall we? Let me first ask you, learning then joining the Church of the Omega, aside from the perks, what is your reason for being here, and how far could you go in terms of the Church’s glory?” Gunther, who seemed to dropped all the pleasantries and going straight-up face-to-face at Stomp, looking to further challenge the loyalty and depth of Evan’s character, at least being one of the Children of Omega. At this situation, Gunther almost making a defensive stance anticipating just in case he’d pull a nerve and start an “unexpected” spar against hot-headed Evan.
@stomp said:
Five hours into his workout and Evan had barely broken a sweat. He had just finished a set of weights, lifting ten tons in his human form and even that was getting to easy. What he wanted was to push himself and find his limit, then push beyond that. It was a saying from one of his older trainers, “Anyone can throw a punch, the challenge is to get up after taking one!” and anyone who knows Evan, knows he hates losing. It had been weeks since the Flicker Killer openly challenge the Church of Omega and his team had done nothing in response. This was unacceptable. Evan wanted nothing more than to pull the man’s beating heart from out of his chest and crush it in his hand while he watched him die, and that was one of his more pleasant ideas. The rest involved massive body damage the likes mankind had never seen before. Unfortunately, Evan had two rules for business, the first being, “Never act without the approval of his higher-uppers” and two “Never do anything for free!” In this case, for some unknown reason the Church had kept quiet on this matter, or at least kept him out of the loop, and to Evan this was a sign of weakness. As the Church’s ‘Go To Guy’ he was the best qualified to handle these little situations and right now he was more than ready to go!
Even though the was no definitive plan for dealing with the Flicker Killer at this moment, Evan began jotting down a few ideas of his own. The first few were simple enough, planting a bomb in his car or burning down his house, but unfortunately those could lead back to the Church, and that was unacceptable. The only good plan he could come up with was to discredit the man in the eyes of the public. Thinking back to when he was a leg breaker for a small gang, he learned the best way to beat an opponent was from the inside out and although he prefer to beat a man down, he knew what to do. His submission to the Church would be simple. Step one, hire several women to claim he took advantage of them sexually. Step two, pay off the police to say he harassed them. If that wasn’t enough bribe some photographers to alter some pictures to show the man driving drunk. In the end do whatever it takes to discredit the man and destroy him from the inside out! With the full resources of the Church behind them, this should be an easy enough task and one held more in the ethics of how the Church works!
But for now Evan hit the heavy bag, one especially suited for his needs, with a cut out copy of the Flicker Killer’s head taped upon it. Over and over he would jab at it, every time shouting, “Your time is coming!” while hitting it hard enough to creak the chains holding it in place. But with every punch he threw at it, he looked the picture dead in the eyes memorizing every little detail of the man’s face. And for those who knew Evan, like an Elephant he never forgets, and for the rest of his day he would see the man’s face in the back of his mind, until that threat was dealt with. After another hour or two of this, he threw one last punch in anger hard enough to tear open the bag and send it flying off the chain and across the room. “That’s what I’m talking about!” he screamed in joy as he removes his gloves, then stands over the debris a victor. Then with great pleasure he rips what’s left of the cut out from off the bag and crumbles it in his bare hand, while boasting, “One way or another, you pal are going down!” With that said he wiped off with a clean towel and headed off to the shower, after which he put on a eight hundred dollar suit, complete with an outrageously expensive watch and cuff-links. For very soon he would be having a one on one with Gunther, the head man of his department, and there they would discuss their future!
I'm 17 days late but perhaps a meeting is in order, LOL.
The place was made for intimidation. With Gunther sitting high above, looking down upon Evan, he was clearly in a power position. But as always Evan was a hard man to intimidate and as such crossed his arms in a defiant manner. Looking back up at the CEO, Evan wanted to make it clear he was his own man, not just a cog in the machine, but in fact a very important asset to the church. Therefore with a bit of a cocky attitude the first words out of his mouth, while Martina was bowing, were, “So mister big-shot, before you dazzle me with your high class bureaucracy, can a fellow get a drink?” Surprisingly enough Evan’s power play worked or at least impressed the CEO, and after waving for Martina to leave, he began to laugh. “Hahaha!” Gunther said while looking down upon Evan somewhat pleased, “My Go-To Guy never ever stopped fascinating me! Can I have a closer look then?” Without another word, he leaped from his throne in an impressive manner, with both feet clearly aiming for Evan. Immediately, Evan responded in kind, unaware if this were a test or attack, but by God he was not going down without a fight.
Just as Gunther was in free fall, Evan began the transformation into Stomp. Immediately, a thick gray hide began to grow over his clothes, while his ears and feet grew bigger. At the same time two nine inch tusks protruded from under his nose that began stretching out longer and longer. But through it all the most impressive feat was that as he morphed, his body and muscle grew larger and to an insane proportion. But just as he raised his massive fists up to fight, somehow Gunther miraculously managed to alter his fall and ended up landing on both feet just beside him. For the next few seconds it seemed apparent the two had a stare down moment, as two alpha-males clashed. It was clear they both respected each other, yet still had a level of distrust. It was one of those rare moments in a movie where a fight could start at the drop of a hat, but luckily calmer heads prevailed. In a moment of clear and precise tactical move, Gunther quickly addressed the issue that brought them together and could make them money. “We’re not here to party, my friend,” he said while gaining Evan’s full attention, “It seemed even the people up in the cosmic department took some blow from this futuristic fellow who came in more than prepared. He seems to have serious issues going on against Omega, and you know very well I don’t like our business getting trespassed whatsoever.”
Immediately, Evan morphed back into his human form, unsure of what was going on, yet confident enough to know he was no longer in danger. Yet even as he kept his arms cocked and ready for a fight, Gunther proceeded to pour him a drink of wine from a unique cupboard hidden nearby. Still a little hesitant, Evan graciously excepted with a nod, and while sipping away at his drink he continued to listen on in silence while his boss continued to speak. But once the CEO explained that the enemy they now faced may be using tech centuries ahead of us, if not sorcery, that Evan finally decided to chime in. “Well the first thing we need to do is learn everything we can about him, where he is from and what he can do,” he says while looking skyward, a clear sign he was in thought, “sort of a game tape to see what we are up against!” But then he loosens up as if having an ace up his sleeve, “but I’m not worried. I’m sure your research and development already have some little gadget for me that could sub-do our enemy until we have a chance to interrogate him ourselves.” Finally and with great pride, he moves to look Gunther square in the eye while flexing his 18 inch biceps, “and even without your help I’m sure I got what it takes to stop him!” He then proceeds to make pose after pose showing off his chiseled physique, hinting to his prowess as Stomp!
Soon enough the tension in the air eased up as the mood turned pleasant and Evan finally found himself welcomed. He was now on his fifth glass of wine showing no other effects than a surprisingly loose lip. The more he and Gunther talked the more he felt like answering. Sure enough just after the CEO complemented him on the thickness of his hide, Gunther jumped right into the heart of the matter and began asking him of his loyalty to the church. What Evan did not know was that there was a truth serum mixed with his wine and although he would be immune in his Stomp form, as Evan he was sightly effected by it, to the point he could lie, but just didn’t want to. Therefore as soon as Gunther asked him questions, Evan responded. “Listen, I’m not out to change the world and I in no way want to rule it. I’ve seen the way things are going and I want to be on the winning side.” Again he takes another sip unaware of the serum, “I just want to be sitting pretty when it all comes down and if that leads me to more money and power, then I’m all in!” But as Gunther was walking around him, surveying him as only he could with the Red Scar, the real truth came out. “Also there is the fact that one of the higher uppers in the Church is black-mailing me!” Immediately, a shocked look covered his face as his eyes were full of anger, “What the Hell?!?!?!” he bolts out, “I was just about to tell you that someone in the Church has photos of me killing a reporter!”
Suddenly and with great speed he reaches out to grab Gunther by the collar, successful or not he yells, “Just what the hell is going on here? Why did I say that? Are you the one with the pics or not?” Immediately, he began to bulk up, back to Stomp form, clearly angered and outraged. Were he capable of grabbing Gunther by the collar, he would then proceed to throw him away and into the nearest wall. Now standing over eight feet tall, he moves to place Gunther under his massive shadow, simply to appear more intimidating. But then just as it appears he was about to tear the whole place down around him, he notices a certain something from Gunther. Maybe it was the way he stared back without fear or a glimmer of power in his eye. Clearly it was something that struck a cord in the Powerhouse Pachyderm. But whatever it was Evan quickly lowered his fists to his side and proceeds to laugh out loud. “What the Hell boss, It’s all good.” he says while morphing back to his human form, “The facts are you’re the boss and you get what you pay for!”
If he hasn’t lost count of it, Gunther is assuming Evan already took more than enough wine for the serum to react. Nonetheless, he seems more proud instead of worried, as he knew he learned another thing from Evan first hand: that Stomp is actually immune to even the strongest poisons. “Well the first thing we need to do is learn everything we can about him, where he is from and what he can do, sort of a game tape to see what we are up against!” said Evan with utmost confidence. “But I’m not worried. I’m sure your research and development already have some little gadget for me that could sub-do our enemy until we have a chance to interrogate him ourselves.” This time, Gunther felt like Evan is now the one trying to get into his nerves, and even staring straight at him while flexing his 18 inch biceps is not a sight Gunther finds ever pleasing up-close, “and even without your help I’m sure I got what it takes to stop him!” he continued. But Gunther is a patient as ever, and continues to monitor Evan until something from “inside” of him could suddenly get spilled, thanks to the serum in his drinks.
“You see, I admire how you answer my questions, Go-To Guy. I assume you are aware of everything that’s been transpiring from the second you stepped in the Sky Genocide.” Said Gunther with a rather friendly tone. He aims to cling his glass to Evan to toast, and almost at the point where he’ll tell him on what is in his drinks, Evan became mad after saying that somebody in the church is actually blackmailing him! “What the Hell?!” he bolts out, “I was just about to tell you that someone in the Church has photos of me killing a reporter!” Gunther, a little startled, felt that he’s actually opening up rather than confronting him at random. “Are you the one with the pics or not?”. Evan started to transform into Stomp growing 8 foot high ready to rampage. But Gunther’s Red Scar followed up anticipation but no sudden threat felt, it just made Gunther step back two steps, coiling the right ankle but maintaining upright chin-up position just a precaution for a last second dodge against whatever Stomp would attempt in that 8% chance he’d attack. Leaving a 92% probability of “safe”, Gunther simply stared at Stomp without blinking. “Now, I understand another thing from your weak side, my Go-To Guy. We could use something to rather manage that outbursts of yours.”
But something else surprised Gunther; not an attack or any intimidation moves from Evan, but rather a laugh followed by a statement; “What the Hell boss, It’s all good.” he says while morphing back to his human form, “The facts are you’re the boss and you get what you pay for!” That moment, Red Scar ceased calculation resting itself and a calm mood then again prevailed within the hall. “I’m not cheap that’s one thing you should know by now, Go-To Guy. So I know I have you getting handsomely paid for everything you do for the chapter and I get every last cents’ worth of it. If not, then you’re not supposed to be breathing after seeing me face to face.” Said Gunther. “With whatever you learned from the church regarding blackmailing; I guaran-damn-tee you first I have nothing to do with it and second, I’m not interested in anything not worth investing such as scandals. And I hope that’s clear between us, like we should always be since it’s still just the two of us entities in Business chapter any way.” Gunther walked further across the hall, leading to a room filled with computers and suddenly, Vanessa appeared from behind. Not knowing if Evan followed him towards the room, Gunther received two folders from Vanessa. The folders have titles: Project: Helm of Ward and Project: Stun and Grapple. “Here are the blueprints, Sir. Details will be discussed later in the conference room with your guest here.” Said Vanessa.
Evan was mad, really mad and was ready to tear the whole place down around him, yet had it not been for Gunther’s clear head and calculating mind, Evan just might have. But instead Evan saw that something in his boss that calmed him down while reassuring him that he was at the least respected and not just property. Therefore as he morphed back down into his human form, the only thing he could thing to say was, “What the Hell boss, It’s all good. The facts are you’re the boss and you get what you pay for!” By now there was a smile on his face, the kind of smile you get when you think you have the upper hand and quickly lowered his hands back to a respectful stance. But the fact was it was all business and business meant money and as long as he got paid, there wasn’t a problem. As such he was content to play the whole Go-To Guy role, provided he felt sure his new boss could supply the greens. Surprisingly enough Gunther read that in Evan’s face, or calculated it in his needs and after a lengthy response made crystal clear, the relationship between the two of them. With the idea Evan would be paid plenty, as long as he the CEO ‘gets every last cents’ worth,’ Evan was in full agreement, and even felt the odd sensation of calling Gunther ‘Coach.’ But unfortunately there was still the deal with the Blackmail!
Evan had a hard time being used and hated the idea that he was being Blackmailed. The fact was he would gladly rip the head off the one doing it, despite the re-precautions. Evan was his own man and not someones property, to use however he saw fit. Lucky for him, Gunther was somewhat in agreement, even declaring that he had nothing to do with it and that he was not interested in anything that had to do with the scandal. But perhaps the best thing Gunther could say was “And I hope that’s clear between us, like it should always be since it’s still just the two of us entities in Business chapter anyway.” as it put the two of them on both a professional and personal relationship, or at least enough for Evan to like and trust his newest Partner! Shortly thereafter, Gunther lead Evan into another room, filled wall to wall with computers. It was a total change from the previous one as this one was more scientific as opposed to the prestigious one, but none the less still a well organized place. Suddenly and by surprise, a woman of well breeding and class came walking into the room holding two very interesting and locked files. Immediately, she hands them over to her boss, then in a pleasant tone informs him, “Here are the blueprints, Sir. Details will be discussed later in the conference room with your guest here.”
Before Evan knew it, a whole flock of scientists and engineers dressed in white coats with the red scar emblem, began hovering around him, taking notes and measurements. Each one a lead in their own field. Without a word they circled Evan, forcing him to pull away. “Back Off!” he said while pulling back, “Keep your hands off the merchandise!” Unfortunately in his ramblings to get away from the mob, he inadvertently bumps into Vanessa, forcing her to spill the files as she was handing them over. But at the moment they fell face up, Evan caught a glimpse of the two files, all filled with images of him in Stomp form. What’s worse was, in the files there were detailed description of surgical and technical advancements jotted down around him. Immediately, he grabs the papers off the floor and crumbles them, shouting to Gunther and the rest of the room, “Hold on a minute! I didn’t sign up to be no cadaver for some Frankenstein experiment!” Clearly angered, he throws the wad of paper at the CEO, and continues “You hired me‘as is,’ not as some tinkertoy you can mess around with!” then without another word he begins to move forwards towards Gunther, still in his human form, but clearly ready to have words. “You tell these nerds here to stay away from me, or I’ll show you all what I can really do!”
@stomp :I hope I'll be as good as you in RP!
“OOOppsy!” Said Vanessa, with a small grin on her, as she knew Evan would definitely lose it once he sees the blueprints. “Hold on a minute! I didn’t sign up to be no cadaver for some Frankenstein experiment!”. Evan’s temper again got the best of him, something Gunther and company is working on controlling as he knew a brute like him on their side is of no positive value if he keeps losing his head like such. Vanessa tried to response, “No, silly! You are not just some project, but we’re focusing on either enhancements of your potentials, or reducing / eliminating obvious weakness. And we need your physical schematics to ensure you're capable of withstanding strong pulse. Plus, you’re much cuter when smiling than frowning like that, Go-To Guy!” But Evan throws papers at Gunther who didn’t moved a muscle. With such scenario, Vanessa’s eyebrow raised and the flock of nerds started picking up some scattered papers and getting back to their stations as they knew the calm lady could go jolly-and-sweet all day, long as no one gets mean towards her boss. “You tell these nerds here to stay away from me, or I’ll show you all what I can really do!” Evan told them, clearly raising his blood pressure. Gunther, smirking, calmly explained and elaborated what Vanessa told earlier. “It’s clear, my Go-To Guy, that you’re indeed an asset to our chapter no doubt, but we need you to calm down on situations that we need you thinking straight and not pointing anger here and there. No one’s threatening you here. And I’m not trying to intimidate you at any way. From every points or factors, we might look like we belong from the opposite end of the spectrum, but we still have two precious things in common; We are our own boss, and we do whatever it takes to be on top.”
Seemingly calm and collected, Evan seems like he’s now starting to listen and realizing they’re here for business. “And we seriously need to work our a** together if we want to eliminate the person who attempts to get on the bad side of business. It’s a team effort here, Go-To Guy. Even the Zermolo entities shared us some vital info plus, remember that Ziroh guy? He’s a shard of them, lend some quick helping hand without meddling too much.” After explaining, the two men plus Vanessa went on the conference room with huge monitors, lights, and decors and a high tech conference tables with seating capacity of approximately 20 end to end. Lights started to get dim, and afloat at the center of the conference table appears a graph and some numbers, plus the image of the one called Iron-Warden. Gunther looks at Evan, who now seems to be more interested as he could see the man who could soon be facing him mano-a-mano. Next on the presentation, Vanessa projected an earbud and a weapon which looks familiar to Evan.
“The Mammoth-7; built specifically to close gaps between user and target. A grappling gun with power and capability to almost instantly pull a target weight of 6 to 7 tons plus depending on the power of the one wielding it. As great as its rated capacity, it could even be utilized as a quick access or escape grapple. There’s a function along with it, a micro sized pulse-generator; while the target is within range and the user has the earbuds specially made for this on, activating will produce frequency instantly, enough to even shut down temporarily human brain activity, nervous system, causing brief but strong paralysis effect and later cause severe nausea, or even permanent brain damage for normal humans.”
Walking towards Evan, Gunther attempts to pat him on his right shoulder. “This, my Go-To Guy, is one of many options created to turn the tide against that meddling punk! Now, you understand why I called thee, Go-To Guy. And no surgery or implants here, simply a weapon and a pair of earbuds. Long range, you’re a bit out of his league. But within range and up close, it’s a STOMP!”
Evan is clearly a man of emotions, when he gets mad he stomps, when he gets happy he parties, that is why it would have been interesting to see what he would have done when Vanessa said, “Plus, you’re much cuter when smiling than frowning like that, Go-To Guy!” Because at that moment he would have to choose between the two emotions, getting the girl or getting mad. But as it was, he did not hear the comment and was slowly approaching Gunther, after throwing a wad of paper at him, spouting the words, “You tell these nerds here to stay away from me, or I’ll show you all what I can really do!” But once again the CEO’s calmer head prevailed and in a glorious speech detailing anger, control and the fact they were their own bosses and do whatever it takes to be on top, that Evan finally calmed down. But for the first time, since meeting the man, Evan began to listen. For the most part he had been going through this game half a$$, just there for the power and the paycheck, but now this Gunther guy was getting to him. Still trying to play cool, he took a passive stance, and in a respectful tone said nothing more than, “..go on..” By now it should have seemed clear to Gunther that Evan had a new outlook on the whole situation and that he was here for business, in fact Evan’s whole demeanor had changed, for the positive. It was a good thing too, for Gunther had a lot more to say.
With Evan at full attention the CEO continued with his power play, discussing the finer points of team work with clever phrases like, “We seriously need to work our a** together” and “It’s a team effort here, Go-To Guy.” But while explaining in detail how the Red Scar is truly a team effort he continued on by saying, “Even the Zermolo entities shared us some vital info plus, remember that Ziroh guy? He’s a shard of them, lend some quick helping hand without meddling too much.” Immediately Evan began to laugh, but before making a sound he quickly stopped. For in the back of his mind all he could think was “That freak had Intel?” but out of respect, he remained quiet, and attentive to his boss’s demands. Soon enough Evan was lead into a new chamber with huge monitors, lights, and decors and a high tech conference tables. With Gunther at one end, Evan was set at the far end with a fresh glass of premium vodka laid before him, just the way he likes. Then without a second thought, he leans back to get comfortable while putting both feet on the table, and in a casual but respectful tone says “Okay coach, Impress Me!”
Immediately, the lights in the room began to dim, as a humming sound resonated from the center of the table. Then just as the lights went dark something resembling a computer screen lit up from the center of the table, available for everyone to view. Upon it were images of graphs and numbers, as well as a clear image of the man, Evan was being hired to stop. Upon seeing the image of the so called Iron-Warden, Evan cracked his knuckles loud enough for the whole room to hear, as well as the employees in the other room. Not done yet, the images on the screen began to change, this time to resemble a futuristic ear piece and a weapon made specifically for Evan to use in the field. Once again Evan let out a sound, though this time one of pleasure, as the first thing out of his mouth was a low level “oh daddy likes.” Immediately, Gunther goes into great detail on how the devices work, as well as all the little extra perks that come with them. But through it all Gunther knew he had Evan in the palm of his hand, especially after telling him, “And no surgery or implants here, simply a weapon and a pair of earbuds.” But just as he had placed his hand on Evan’s shoulder prior to that, he finished his rousing speech with a phrase that would inspire Evan to the base of his core, “But within range and up close, it’s a STOMP!”
Finally it was time for Evan to speak and at the moment Gunther either moved back or back to his seat, Evan reacted. Without a second thought, he shouted, “Hot Damn I love them!” while unintentionally slamming his fist upon the prestigious table hard enough to crack it. “That Iron-Warden doesn’t stand a chance!” Quickly he rises to his feet in order to get a closer look at the screen, and after a few seconds to ponder he finally speaks up again. “Not to play the bad guy here but I do have some questions.” Turning back to face his boss, he straightens his clothes and continues, “You may have to tweak the pull weight on the grappling gun closer to ten or twenty tons, Cause I’m guessing our enemy here could easily lift that. And as for the ear piece, I hope it can change sizes to fit me in both forms!” After saying all that, he was more than happy to listen to whatever his new boss had to say, even if it was something Gunther had previously said when describing the weapons earlier. But either way, the last thing out of Evan’s mouth, no matter what anyone else said, was “But you know before I take any of those things into battle, I’m gonna have to test them out, Personally!” He then smiled towards Gunther, who was no doubt thinking the same thing, as it was clearly the next step in their negotiations, as both of them wanted to see the weapons in action!
“Oh Daddy likes it…” as Gunther heard this comment from Evan, he shoots him a glare with evil grin on his face, he’s more than glad to know by this point he so-called “Tamed the beast” inside Evan. And he’s got no intention of actually giving Evan that usual lap-dog treatment as he does with his people under Red Scar Inc. Seeing the enthusiasm in Go-To Guys’ eyes, Gunther let him express himself further, and as Evan dropped the statement “Not to play the bad guy here but I do have some questions.”, Gunther gave him his 100% full attention look. “You may have to tweak the pull weight on the grappling gun closer to ten or twenty tons, Cause I’m guessing our enemy here could easily lift that. And as for the ear piece, I hope it can change sizes to fit me in both forms!” But instead of Gunther replying, he turned his head to someone standing beneath an exit just behind Evan; the brute-brunette walk towards the center of the room, and she was actually inside the conference hall earlier. “The tensile strength of the grappling rope is at its peak for its current cross section size. Increasing its mesh of strands from 12 to 24 will make its capacity increase around 250%, that’s almost 20 tons. But we have to consider the added bulk there, big fella Brad Witt. It will double the cross section as well as its weight. Oh and I know you can handle a little added weight, but the question is, can you make up for the lost in its accuracy as well once upgraded?” said Martina. Gunther anticipated such discussions and as Martina explained, he pulled a chair and sat comfortably there. On the other end of the room, the brainy-blonde did not stayed quiet for long and has something to say on the matter as well. “That’s where training comes in, Matilde.” Vanessa told everyone with a confident beaming smile, staring straight at Evan after. “Do you really have to call me that, in front of our boss?” said Martina. Vanessa just chuckled, then continued. “Sir, we also prepared a short training program for Go-To Guy Evan here for we need to match his strength with the corresponding speed and dexterity for the program to be successful.”
Gunther knew this all along that no matter how big and tough and strong a person is, in a bigger picture as to turning the tide, true skill still tops everything. This is also the very same reason why Gunther did not purse great strength, but rather better endurance, skill and intelligence in terms of fighting. “But you know before I take any of those things into battle, I’m gonna have to test them out, Personally!” said Evan. Gunther smiled, staring at Evan, who is also smiling at him, making it official that these two men are now deep in their business relationship and in common understanding that both are anxious to see the weapons in action! “So be it. We will start when our Go-To Guy is ready to undergo training as well as full trial of several tests of this brilliant invention of ours. Evan, I’d ask if we could complete all of these in 10 days or less. I know there’s a battle-genius inside of you so it won’t take long for you to master harnessing such incredible technological upgrade. And the earbuds? They’re pretty similar to my right eye; they’re also nanite-formed. It adjusts to the wearers’ size or shape, it even comes with its own playlist if you want music during practice and stuff.” Explained Gunther. The four individuals at the center of the conference hall, now forming a team dedicated to a common goal; teaching someone a lesson for meddling and trespassing against the Church of Omega without giving him too much credit for doing so!
Evan admired the weapon in his hand, the weight, the feel, even the size, contemplating on it’s effectiveness. Already a surge of testosterone flowed through his body. For all intents and purposes it was a bad a$$ weapon to hold. Still Evan had a few personal issues, as he would be the one using it and for his needs he needed it to be perfect and all though his issues were petty, he still stood by them. But after all of his suggestions were made, he simply stepped back allowing Gunther to examine the Grappling Gun and see what he had to say. That was when, surprisingly, the C.E.O. simply remained silent and without a word, turned his head to someone just outside behind Evan, giving full attention to his secretary Martina, who was entering the room with additional files. Making her way to the center of the room, she nodded respectfully to her superior, then proceeded to address all of Evan’s suggestions. For the next few minutes she explained in great detail, the exact subtlety of the weapon and how it works, including the tensile strength and capacity, making it crystal clear that the weapon is up to perfection, even with the added weight. Yet in a slightly suggestive tone she made it perfectly clear, “Oh and I know you can handle a little added weight, but the question is, can you make up for the lost in its accuracy as well once upgraded?”
Immediately, Evan smirked and was about to say, “Trust me lady, I’m good at carrying heavy objects” but before he could get in a single word, Vanessa spoke up again. “That’s where training comes in, Matilde”she said while making a quick side joke to her colleague, all the while it appeared Gunther leaned further back in his plush chair. Once again Evan was about to chime in, this time suggesting his eagerness to test the weapon and as such he missed Martina’s comment about her name. Instead Evan continued to gear up, even reaching out for the grappling Gun after Vanessa explained to all, “we also prepared a short training program for Go-To Guy” as she made it clear, “for we need to match his strength with the corresponding speed and dexterity for the program to be successful.” Finally all eyes were on Evan and with great pride he said the one thing everybody wanted to hear, “But you know before I take any of those things into battle, I’m gonna have to test them out, Personally!” With that said both Evan and Gunther smiled, both of which seeing their clear advantages and excitement to see the weapon in action! Then in a decisive voice, Gunther spoke up and as both Martina and Vanessa hovered around him, said “So be it. We will start when our Go-To Guy is ready to undergo training as well as full trial of several tests of this brilliant invention of ours.”
Going on, as he continued to command the room, he mentioned in great detail his respect for Stomp as well as the delicacy of the ear bud. But through it all he explained he wanted their plan set in motion within the next ten days, or less! Because of this Evan smiled in agreement, as well as the others sitting around the table. But in the end they all needed to hear again from Evan and while surrounded by some of the greatest minds on the planet, the first words out of his mouth were, “Freaking Hell Yeah We’ll Do This!” Signaling for another fresh glass of vodka, he goes on “I should be able to master the Grappling Gun in a day or less!” The fact was he was not a master marksman, but with his enhanced genetics he ‘Never Forgets’, allowing him to learn things at a faster pace than most. Added that, plus his ego, he would no doubt be able to fire the weapon with pinpoint precision in no time. Therefore with great pride he raised his glass high, toasting “To the Church then..” he nods respectfully “..and to all the glory it shall bring us!” Then after taking a huge sip he dabs the sides of his mouth with a handkerchief, as a sign of class, then casually turns his attention back to Martina and Vanessa. “But before we do anything, I suggest we take this to The Hellfire Club and celebrate our good fortune, properly!” Then making a move to put his arms around either or both of the secretaries, he goes on, “And Coach...” he looks towards Gunther “..you will be the guest of honor!” Clearly hoping that everyone was in full agreement he finishes, “And the drinks are on ME!”
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