Chapter Six-
"This is bloody amazing!"
A group of boys were crowded around a newspaper in the cafeteria. The boy who had spoken was lectura the headline story out loud and was obviously from England.
Sam was too busy thinking about what had happened to Holly. If he wasn't in the middle of trying to stop Reaper from killing the head of every corporation in New York, he would've already gone to the Cave to see what was up.
How long could it possibly take to go through a training mission? Three days?
"Sam? Are tu even listening?" a guy asked.
Sam looked up from his notebook at the group of guys looking at him.
"I'm afraid to ask." he said.
"Have tu seen this string of murders, mate?" the first boy asked.
"More than I want." Sam muttered.
"They dicho on each instance-"
"They?" Sam asked.
"Police." the segundo boy said.
"Go on Alex!" a third boy said, gesturing to the newspaper.
"Well anyway, the police dicho in each instance, Revenge failed to stop the murders. Looks like he's not doing such a good job."
Everyone groaned, knowing what was coming next.
"And that is the problem with these vigilantes." Sam started.
"Heroes." the British boy corrected.
Before Sam could counter that statement, Sarah came up and tapped his shoulder.
"I've got a lead." she whispered in his ear.
Sam grabbed his libros and stood up.
"I've gotta go." he said.
"Holly ain't gonna be too happy when she gets back!" another boy dicho as Sam started to walk off.
Sam turned around and glared at him. The kid shrunk into the background as Sam walked off.
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"What've tu got?" Sam asked as soon as the garaje door closed at the base.
Sarah removed her casco and walked up the stairs.
"I've triangulated the possible companies that all of the businessmen and women had contact with the past six months. I've narrowed it down to four companies. New Russia Industries, LexCorp, Germanic Clocks, and your absolute favorite- Wayne Industries." Sarah said.
Sam frowned.
"Not sure about the Germans, but I'm going after Wayne Industries. The last time something like this happened-"
"Bruce Wayne had a lot más to do with it than he knew." Sarah finished.
Sam pressed a button on the elevator and walked in.
"Tell my mom I'll be late for dinner." he dicho as the elevator doors closed.
"Wayne Industries, how may we help you?"
"I need to speak with Mr. Wayne." Sam dicho into the phone.
"Do tu have an appointment with Mr. Wayne?"
"No, but I have some information and I'll only talk to him."
A few segundos of tense silence followed as Sam buckled his utility belt.
"Please hold." she said.
Sam sighed and put his cape on.
"Mr. Wayne?"
"Yes, Martha?" the billionaire replied.
"Someone says they have some information and will only speak to you."
"Give a name?"
"No sir."
Bruce sighed, straightening his tie. "Patch me through to my personal line, I'll take it in my office."
The billionaire walked into his office, closing the door. He sat down behind his escritorio and reached into a drawer. He plugged a device into his phone, securing the line, and picked up the phone.
"Bruce Wayne here." he said.
"Bats," Sam said.
"Ah, good thing I secured the line. How can I help Sam?"
"I need some information. A bunch of businessmen have been murdered por Reaper. The last time he killed a businessman it had a lot to do with you."
"What do tu need?"
"Information on all your transactions in the past six months."
"I can't possibly-"
"Don't give me that! tu still owe me for tracking Luthor down, I'm calling it in!"
Silence followed.
"I won't tell my mom anything. How would I explain I got them?" Sam said.
"Very well," Bruce said, typing something on the computer and hitting the send button. "I sent them to Watchdog."
Sarah gave Sam a thumbs up.
"Got 'em. Thanks, Bats."
"Sure." Bruce said, hanging up.
Sam walked over to Sarah and leaned down to look at the computer screen.
"Not much here." Sarah said, scrolling through the list. "Plastics companies, some sort of permit, etcetra, etcetra."
She looked up to see Sam digging through a box.
"What the heck are tu doing?" she asked.
Sam turned around, grinning. He tossed something at her. She caught it. She turned it over to see what it was.
A mask.
"Oh, tu have got to be joking." she said.
"Suit up," Sam said, slipping his mask on. "We're rolling out."
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acebo taped the bandage to her ankle and stood up, testing it. The bandage would do, but she wasn't going to be much of a fighter with a sprained ankle.
acebo had toyed with the idea of calling the League, o the Team. Maybe even Sam. But she had been dado strict orders por batman to maintain radio silence.
So acebo was stuck with a mission to kill Lex Luthor, rescue Artemis, and defeat all the bad guys with half her ammo gone and a sprained ankle.
And no jacket. How was she supposed to fight without her uniform being complete?
acebo pulled the sleeveless parte superior, arriba out of her suitcase and looked at it. She groaned and fell back on the bed, whacking her ankle. She gasped in pain. She lay on the bed, making a plan and fell asleep right in the middle of it.
"This is bloody amazing!"
A group of boys were crowded around a newspaper in the cafeteria. The boy who had spoken was lectura the headline story out loud and was obviously from England.
Sam was too busy thinking about what had happened to Holly. If he wasn't in the middle of trying to stop Reaper from killing the head of every corporation in New York, he would've already gone to the Cave to see what was up.
How long could it possibly take to go through a training mission? Three days?
"Sam? Are tu even listening?" a guy asked.
Sam looked up from his notebook at the group of guys looking at him.
"I'm afraid to ask." he said.
"Have tu seen this string of murders, mate?" the first boy asked.
"More than I want." Sam muttered.
"They dicho on each instance-"
"They?" Sam asked.
"Police." the segundo boy said.
"Go on Alex!" a third boy said, gesturing to the newspaper.
"Well anyway, the police dicho in each instance, Revenge failed to stop the murders. Looks like he's not doing such a good job."
Everyone groaned, knowing what was coming next.
"And that is the problem with these vigilantes." Sam started.
"Heroes." the British boy corrected.
Before Sam could counter that statement, Sarah came up and tapped his shoulder.
"I've got a lead." she whispered in his ear.
Sam grabbed his libros and stood up.
"I've gotta go." he said.
"Holly ain't gonna be too happy when she gets back!" another boy dicho as Sam started to walk off.
Sam turned around and glared at him. The kid shrunk into the background as Sam walked off.
;::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::;
"What've tu got?" Sam asked as soon as the garaje door closed at the base.
Sarah removed her casco and walked up the stairs.
"I've triangulated the possible companies that all of the businessmen and women had contact with the past six months. I've narrowed it down to four companies. New Russia Industries, LexCorp, Germanic Clocks, and your absolute favorite- Wayne Industries." Sarah said.
Sam frowned.
"Not sure about the Germans, but I'm going after Wayne Industries. The last time something like this happened-"
"Bruce Wayne had a lot más to do with it than he knew." Sarah finished.
Sam pressed a button on the elevator and walked in.
"Tell my mom I'll be late for dinner." he dicho as the elevator doors closed.
"Wayne Industries, how may we help you?"
"I need to speak with Mr. Wayne." Sam dicho into the phone.
"Do tu have an appointment with Mr. Wayne?"
"No, but I have some information and I'll only talk to him."
A few segundos of tense silence followed as Sam buckled his utility belt.
"Please hold." she said.
Sam sighed and put his cape on.
"Mr. Wayne?"
"Yes, Martha?" the billionaire replied.
"Someone says they have some information and will only speak to you."
"Give a name?"
"No sir."
Bruce sighed, straightening his tie. "Patch me through to my personal line, I'll take it in my office."
The billionaire walked into his office, closing the door. He sat down behind his escritorio and reached into a drawer. He plugged a device into his phone, securing the line, and picked up the phone.
"Bruce Wayne here." he said.
"Bats," Sam said.
"Ah, good thing I secured the line. How can I help Sam?"
"I need some information. A bunch of businessmen have been murdered por Reaper. The last time he killed a businessman it had a lot to do with you."
"What do tu need?"
"Information on all your transactions in the past six months."
"I can't possibly-"
"Don't give me that! tu still owe me for tracking Luthor down, I'm calling it in!"
Silence followed.
"I won't tell my mom anything. How would I explain I got them?" Sam said.
"Very well," Bruce said, typing something on the computer and hitting the send button. "I sent them to Watchdog."
Sarah gave Sam a thumbs up.
"Got 'em. Thanks, Bats."
"Sure." Bruce said, hanging up.
Sam walked over to Sarah and leaned down to look at the computer screen.
"Not much here." Sarah said, scrolling through the list. "Plastics companies, some sort of permit, etcetra, etcetra."
She looked up to see Sam digging through a box.
"What the heck are tu doing?" she asked.
Sam turned around, grinning. He tossed something at her. She caught it. She turned it over to see what it was.
A mask.
"Oh, tu have got to be joking." she said.
"Suit up," Sam said, slipping his mask on. "We're rolling out."
;::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::;
acebo taped the bandage to her ankle and stood up, testing it. The bandage would do, but she wasn't going to be much of a fighter with a sprained ankle.
acebo had toyed with the idea of calling the League, o the Team. Maybe even Sam. But she had been dado strict orders por batman to maintain radio silence.
So acebo was stuck with a mission to kill Lex Luthor, rescue Artemis, and defeat all the bad guys with half her ammo gone and a sprained ankle.
And no jacket. How was she supposed to fight without her uniform being complete?
acebo pulled the sleeveless parte superior, arriba out of her suitcase and looked at it. She groaned and fell back on the bed, whacking her ankle. She gasped in pain. She lay on the bed, making a plan and fell asleep right in the middle of it.
For those who don't know much/anything about MARVEL comics:
Speed:A speedster who can go at mach 5, vibrate through any object, which causes that object to explode.
Hawkeye:A natural born archer, Hawkeye has all kinds of trick arrows and never misses her target. She is also an excellent swordsman, and hand-to-hand fighter.
Wiccan:A warlock who's powers have reached off the chart levels.
Hulkling: A strong shapeshifter from two different planets (hybrid of both).
Crystal:Immortal human who controls the elements.
Jean Grey:A mutant who posses Miss M's powers (minus shapeshifting) but at a higher degree.
If there are any I have forgotten, please let me know and I shall add them! TY!!
Speed:A speedster who can go at mach 5, vibrate through any object, which causes that object to explode.
Hawkeye:A natural born archer, Hawkeye has all kinds of trick arrows and never misses her target. She is also an excellent swordsman, and hand-to-hand fighter.
Wiccan:A warlock who's powers have reached off the chart levels.
Hulkling: A strong shapeshifter from two different planets (hybrid of both).
Crystal:Immortal human who controls the elements.
Jean Grey:A mutant who posses Miss M's powers (minus shapeshifting) but at a higher degree.
If there are any I have forgotten, please let me know and I shall add them! TY!!