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Probly missed a couple tags, but I posted.

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Within minutes, the whole place had gone to shit.

Between a variety of explosions, gunfire, and screaming, there was little room to hear each other member of the B List yell out warnings or commands... But one sound did ring out through the chaos, a challenge to the leader of the team that could've been considered a death wish for most men. Butch turned his head towards the @noir_anarchist, and curled his lip in a snarl. "Who d'you think you're talking to, broad?" He barked, pulling a sawed off shotgun out of it's sheath with one hand and raising the disfigured hand with the other.

"I haven't gotten into a fair fight since 'Nam, you %^&#*!" Ignoring the fact that he hadn't actually served in Vietnam, he fired the shotgun at the girl, at the same time barking orders to the rest of his team. Immediately they sprang into action, Revolution being the first to respond. He leaped at the girl, sending an almost literally explosive foot flying towards her face. "We've got her under control. Gill, take the rest of the team and find the satellite!" Butch barked, as he now ran at the girl, swinging his brass-knuckled fist.

Without a word, the remaining three turned and started to head for the main building, soon getting to the wall. "Gill, you don't mind, do ya, hun?" Eureka smiled up at the crocodile man, patting the concrete wall gently. Gill snorted loudly, before stepping back a bit. Shift and Eureka cleared out of his way, and he charged towards the wall, shoulder first so that he successfully crashed through it to get to the interior of the building. After creating a huge crater in the wall, the rest of the team stepped inside, looking around expectantly.

A hallway. That... was a start, at least. "Spread out and look around. Can't be that hard to find a whole satellite, amiright?" Eureka shrugged, walking off down one of the halls. Shift and Gill exchanged a glance and seemed to have a full conversation with just their eyes- and with a disheartened sigh, Gill followed Eureka, and Shift walked the other way down the hall.

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Might've tagged the wrong Tyrant account lol

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Several things tended to 'rile up' supervillains.

Foiled plans.

Goody two-shoes.

Hallmark movies.

In this case, being teleported without permission to come face-to-face with the Man of Infinite Wrinkles was the undesirable 'riling'. And, unfortunately, the B List was not very good at dealing with such riling. "Who the $%^* are you?!" Butch almost screamed, raising his gun up and aiming it straight at the Tyrant's face. The rest of the team followed suit, making sure that they didn't attack until their leader did. Butch did not take kindly to meeting strangers- least of all when it was from out of nowhere transportation. However, no move was made against them, and very slowly Butch started to lower his gun- the barrel now pointed at the chest of the Tyrant, as opposed to the face.

"Well, they aren't really our friends, over yonder. We're kinda on our own. The plan was that we'd kill you, and make friends with them. Ya know, big rewards, parties, badges of heroism. Etcetera." Butch sniffed, ginger mutton chops caked in blood. "But it sounds like you're pretty prepared for getting your ass kicked."

The rest of the team was perfectly still. They had trained for moments like this- when they came face to face with their prey. Their assignment? To sit back and stay quiet. "Now, it seems to me that you haven't killed us first for some reason or another. Now, I personally would like to hear said reasons." Drawing a fat cigar with his free hand, Butch stuck it in his mouth and fumbled around for a lighter, before drawing one and setting the Cuban ablaze. Tobacco always helped him when making deals with vicious, wrinkly war criminals.

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Posted. It's long, lol.

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"Dear Mr. Vernon, we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. But we think you're crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are..." Eureka started to talk to herself as the Humvee rolled on, now approaching the brightly lit military compound. Butch tapped Shift on the shoulder, ignoring the Clown Princess' monologue. Eyes fixated on where the satellite was being held, Butch barely whispered into the ear of Shift, as he pointed towards the large fencing directly ahead of them.

"Ram it."

Shift turned his faceless head towards Butch, and if there had been a face there it would have conveyed some confusion. "Ram it, sir? You mean the gate?" The Detective was not one to disobey orders, but he did consider himself to be a skilled tactician. And driving headfirst into the enemy's base of operations did not seem like a very tactical maneuver. Butch nodded his head slowly, patting Shift's shoulder and buckling his seatbelt for the first time during the long ride.

"They aren't gonna be waitin' for us to get out and get ready. We oughtta do that now, leap on out after we break the gate." With that being said, Butch loaded up all the other 'spare' guns on him, drawing weaponry from his boots, belt, and secret pockets to make sure they were all ready to be fired. The rest of the crew did the same, and before long they heard the whizzing of bullets flying past the car as they drew nearer to the compound. The closer the Humvee got, the more bullets found their mark, and before long the hood was decorated in dents and chips in the paint.

"Hold on!" Shift yelled over the hail of gunfire, as he slammed his foot on the gas pedal. The Humvee's speedometer increased from fifty miles per hour, to fifty five, to sixty... Eventually reaching it's top speed at an exhilarating seventy miles per hour. Butch groaned in disappointment. The rest of the crew would have also, if they weren't busy bracing for impact- holding onto whatever they could. The result? A disappointing crash through the gate, and Shift slammed on the brakes- the car skidding along the strip of road before lurching to a stop, leaving thick black skid marks in it's wake.

For a brief moment, all was still. Then, Eureka- seeming to be completely unfazed by what had happened- continued her little speech. "You see us as you want to see us - in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is..." She started, before hitting Shift on the shoulder. Still a bit dazed, Shift opened the door to the Humvee and got out, drawing his M16A4 and cocking it. "A brain..." Eureka giggled to herself, as the rest of the crew started to get out in an all-too-perfect order for the speech that she was delivering.

Gill got out of the car slowly, not caring about the bullets that easily found their mark on his hulking frame. All bullet wounds healed in a matter of seconds, after all. With a grunt, he grabbed his car door and tore it off with minimal effort, before turning around and tossing it towards one of the guard towers- the door hitting one of the guards and sending him flying. With a snort of amusement, Gill got to work and charged at the crowds of soldiers firing at him. "An athlete..." Eureka continued.

Revolution sprung into action, recovering swiftly from the wild ride and getting out of the car- ducking under the car door for protection. Drawing a small canister from his ammo belt, he tossed it through the now shattered window, and let it explode around a small pack of guards. Smoke immediately surrounded them, making it almost impossible for anyone to see without special equipment. Leaping out from where he hid, Gaston charged straight into the smoky mass, having already memorized the locations of the militia. Pinpointing each one, he would swiftly charge them with inhumane speed, and dealt kicks that rivaled shotgun blasts when it came to the power behind them. By the time the smoke cleared, he stood triumphant over a pile of bloodied bodies, twirling his thin mustache mischievously. "A basket case..."

Now she herself spun out of the car, and Eureka began doing all sorts of fancy cartwheels and flips to dodge bullets with uncanny agility as she hopped over to one soldier. "A princess!" She cried sweetly, grabbing the hilt of her baseball bat and bringing the steel bar down on the soldier's head- sending him to the ground in a heap. Turning, she started to juggle the baseball bat, as she watched the Humvee in anticipation.

Butch slowly crawled out, gun drawn and eager to draw blood. A bullet whizzed past before he could even step foot outside of the car, and he whirled around to where it had come from- firing the Desert Eagle and making his shot with unnatural precision, as the soldier fell dead, bullet whizzing through his throat. "Heh. Not too bad, right, gang?" He called out, as the rest of the B List finished up the other dozens of soldiers. However, now, the facility was on high alert, and the rest of the compound was getting ready to fight off the metahuman invaders.

"And a criminal." Eureka sighed, as she watched Butch strut around the corpses of the many that others had killed whereas he had taken on one.

"Alright, no time to dilly-dally. There're other contacts here, others that are working with us for our buyer, so let's try to find 'em before the enemy does." Butch sniffed to himself before he started to jog toward the other areas of the compound, pistol drawn. Gill looked up from the soldier he had been feasting on, and grunted- ripping off a chunk of flesh before running after his boss. Pretty soon, the whole team was off, running in search of the other mercenaries- and, of course, in search of the satellite.

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I posted. Didn't wanna go straight to entering the facility already in case the defending forces wanted to set up with prep or something along those lines, but I'll most likely post again later tonight if that's not the case.

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On the Road. Thirty Minutes from Outpost Zeta.

"Hey! Nessie!" Butch's gruff, whiskey-scented voice called out through the small (and stolen) Humvee, as he slapped the huge reptilian figure across the face in an attempt to wake him. The rest of the crew was grumpy and awake, all except for Eureka- who seemed to have a certain peppiness about her no matter the circumstance. She was currently kicking the driver's seat from her own spot in the back, and humming along to whatever she was allowed to have on a bright pink iPod Shuffle (mostly, Kidz Bop). Butch continued with his attempt to awaken the powerhouse of the team. "C'mon, wake up, you fish-lookin' sonova-" With another smack across the face, Gill's yellow eyes sprang open, and Butch almost immediately backed up out of fear.

"What- where the hell are we?" The monstrosity grumbled, shifting in his seat and looking out the window. Shock slowly turned into anger, and he whipped his head around to look at Butch. "A fluffing desert!?" He snarled, giving the whole team a glance at teeth that would haunt even the most talented dentists. Butch, out of precaution, drew his pistol, not aiming it at anything in particular. "We were in Seattle last night, where the hell are we now?"

"Easy, boy." Butch chuckled nervously, fumbling around to find his tranquilizer rounds on his ammo belt. "I might've slipped something in your food last night for dinner, yeah. We got a job. This's the Mojave. We're on our way to steal a satellite from... Uh... The government, I guess. But it pays well."

"You don't pay us!" Gill roared.

"Kinky!" Eureka shouted.

"<You drugged us at a Denny's?>" Revolution questioned.

"Now, calm down," Butch growled, hiding his fear with his usual aggression. "And may I remind you that you bunch o' criminals don't exactly get a choice in the matter. Or do you think all cannibals deserve to walk free, Flenderson?"

Gill bared his teeth once more with a low growl, but said nothing. He was a master at keeping a level head- if he wasn't, the whole team would have most likely been killed off.

Butch slowly leaned back into his seat, gun still out and sitting on his lap. "Alrighty then. Now, we're gonna be expecting some heavy resistance. Someone-" he darted his eyes towards Eureka, "Gave an anonymous tip, letting them know we're coming. So... Do your best."

The van remained silent, until Revolution realized he was now wearing his combat jumpsuit. "<... Did you dress us?>"