Zeraz Tower - 1:54 p.m
Sipping on Magic Valley Vodka, Clarice Zeraz squints as she swallows the alcoholic beverage. Crossing her legs the redheaded mercenary rocks her head back and forth in hopes that her acquaintance will soon arrive. "Sorry for the delay Aunty but with the company getting back on its feet, I decided to buy some potato chips" Dropping his grocery bags upon entry the Son of Thunder makes his way to his desk made of marble. "Nephew tell me why I'm here so freaking early" Pouring Zombie Bacardi into his plastic cup, Closure sarcastically sticks his tongue out."I want to kill G'bandit"
Losing grip of her glass the cup Clarice withheld shatters on the floor. "Um last time that happened you said you almost died. John do you want me to handle this? Think of it as a early birthday gift" Finishing his five ounces of Bacardi the Conclusion to every Complication slams his left hand on the table. "Chauncey activate holographic television screen" Complacent and feeling charged with willpower, Closure walks to his aunt and grabs her by the hand.
"I called you today to analyze some footage I took when I first battled the mercenary known as G'bandit. It was during my membership with Veritas Inc and well I utterly sucked as a combatant at that time. Forgetting not to train your mother's techniques after eleven months can cause trouble for me so the match ended in a draw and boy was I upset. I want you to help me listen to his vocal patterns and his reactions to the way I spoke and moved. Maybe together we can figure out a way to bring him out of hiding. Lately he's been like Sleeping Beauty, awaiting for a magical prince to stab him in the ass"
Empire State Building - 11:54 p.m
(Flashback) “Hah..Heh-heh.. The brotherhood isn’t a mommy and me cookies and cream picnic club. We do no accept your kind.. Heroes, are nothing but blind men and women bound to a code of law not of their own. I am one man away from my freedom. I find the man I seek, and then I am free to do what I please. I can enjoy a sweet long vacation in California. No guns, no mask. Sleeping without fear of been shot at night by the merc competition. I’ve found people to trust in the brotherhood. Do you really think that I’m going to bring you and your law bound hero squad to my brothers’ door steps?!" The trap was set with a perfect prediction. Closure excited by the damage done, ran to the window. He was sprinting to the sky ahead. The explosive weaponry G'bandit held had shifted into a canon. Astonished, Closure attempted his best to run faster. However he turned back, only to see G'bandit yelling in immense rage.“YOU’RE TOO LATE HERO!
THERE IS NO ESCAPE!
I‘VE WRITTEN YOUR DESTINY!!”
Closure dove out the wide window he was sitting on. The canon shot came at Closure and launched him farther into the sky. The wall shattered, tiny drops of blood poured down like rainfall. Closure looked at the moon shining on his face. Falling rather slowly heard the sorrowful voice of his father speak in his mind. Closure suddenly reappears on the roof, only to see a gigantic semi-cloaked sentinel.
"Wow, only if this man knew I was not the hero he sees me as, I am just a confused young-man trying to find who he truly is...super-hero or mercenary. We could of been friends" Closure turns to see a figure on the top of the Empire State Building's antenna. He quickly takes out another hand-gun. Closure aims at the chest and pulls the trigger. The target is hit, yet there is no reaction instead the creature disappears into the night. "Ah hell at least I tried." Closure runs and jumps of the rooftop. As he gets closer to the third floor, he gnaws his favorite dagger into the building. Inhaling speedly, Closure jumps down.
"That was a great fight G'bandit, but now that I have 46 hours left to do what I want until meeting up with Chaos Agent, mine as well locate The Wondering Spider." Closure looks up into the sky to see no Sentinel in sight. In the corner of his eye, Closure can see his beautiful gun that he accidentally dropped. "There you are sexy." When Closure enters the dark, gloomy corner. The empire state building is overwhelmed by the army and the local swat team. Arriving too late..Like always.. which makes America's national security screwed up.
(The following event was Veritas Disassembled in which Closure visits Adam a.k.a The Wondering Spider)
Zeraz Tower - 2:22 p.m
(The Present Tense) Though it makes her clumsy drinking from the bottle, Clarice finishes the delightful Magic Valley Vodka and warps it out of reality. Walking closer to the 3-Dimensional screen she turns unsteadily to her nephew. "If you want my honest opinion he becomes a hater when you try acting like him. I suggest mimicry" Smiling like an orphan being adopted by Angelina Jolie the Son of Thunder hugs his aunty tightly. "Even though your brain probably hurts a smige could you make me a costume?" Clarice looks at him with an upset parental gesture."As long as it counts as your birthday gift then sure. By the way am I acting out of character? Vodka does crazy stuff to my tummy"
Empire State Building - 3:46 p.m
Pacing his footsteps, Jonathan ponders on how G'bandit would sound in a pissed off tone. Then it hits him like a holy epiphany and he grabs his microphone from the concrete. Using his fingers to make a countdown he points to his trusty robot Chauncey to start the camera. He turns to his aunt and makes sure she matches his color scheme. Closure slaps the vitamin water out of her hand and demands focus."Good morning New York City this is Red Brotherhood commanding officer known as G'bandit and my trusty anchor woman slash side-kick and her name is none of you business. Anyway I am making this broadcast to let everyone know that this sexy ass mercenary has returned and I demand my number one fan find me this instant and if he does not I will blow up what NYC holds dearest!! If the authorities try to trace this broadcast you will epically fail. Now take it away my serious yet no-name side-kick slash anchor woman. Tell these people the weather forecast for the next forty seconds and cut for commercial break"
Walking off his comedic talk-show set the Son of Thunder pulls off the mercenary mask he so dearly despises. Wiping a drop of blood from his mouth, Closure begins to stretch for what happens next. "This better work"
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