Anti-Villain parts I & II
Posted: 2003-10-26 08:40pm
Agent Dob stood across from Cross on top of the rain drenched building rooftop. BLAM, agent Dob fired his 9mm German made pistol, Cross dodged behind a trio of oversized air conditioners. He fired two slugs back, both missing Dob. Running across the roof to more cover Cross exchanged shots with Dob, the BLAM BLAM BLAM of bullets being propelled at high velocity out of a metal tube by a chemical reaction. Dob struck up a very inspiring, but foolish pose firing another shot dramatically, Cross fired one shot back from behind his cover. After a silence, Dob stepped out from his air conditioner shaped cover, “It seems I’ve won Mr. Cross, your model of handgun carries only six bullets, and they’re all used up!” BLAM, Dob looked down at his normally immaculate tuxedo, discovering much to his surprise and dismay that he had been shot, and promptly dropped like a sack of potatoes to the ground. “Normally this model of gun only carries six shots, but since being beaten through simple math skills is rather embarrassing, I modified it just a tad.” scoffed Cross at the dead British agent before calling a helicopter to pick him up.
After and hour and a half ride to the nearest airport, and a two hour car ride to his mansion headquarters, a ten minute ride down the elevator a multiple security screenings, Cross arrived in his underground living quarters. Slumping down in his chair, he looked at his collection Spiderguy comics, for even the incredibly evil need a hobby. “You look down, boss something on your mind?” asked his magically bound bloodbeast from the corner of the room. “Oh, just my run in with Dob earlier. I mean, its all quite depressing really. An idiot like that was able to keep the villains of the world at bay. It just goes to show the dismal state that villainy is in, there are no competent villains. I’m saying that sure I could take over the world in a week, but where to go from there? When I die the world will be back in the hands of untrained villains, and good will triumph.”
“Boss, you gots lots of power, why not stop dumb peoples from becomin’ villains?”
“Why, of course I will weed out the hopeless cases already out there that will just muck things up and train true aspiring villains in the art of evil doing. I can’t just think of my gains in evil now, I’ve to think of the future of evil! I’ve got to think of the children!”, Cross proclaimed brightening up, “I, I could teach classes and give field demonstrations of evil, it will be just perfect, a world as I’ve always wanted, bad guys winning, just like in that alternate dimension I went to that one time!”
“That’s the spirit boss.”
“Thanks a lot BB, I’ve finally got purpose, something to benefit all of evil mankind!”
Cross looked up at his wall clock, 2am already? That fight with Dob must have really taken up a long chunk of time. “Well I’ll see you in the morning BB”
“’night boss”, said BB going to his sub elevator leading to his spacious, dimmed and climate controlled living quarters.
PART II
It was 3:36pm local time in Brazil. More specifically it was 3:36pm inside of a large hollowed out mountain lair in the middle of the jungle belonging to Mondo the Doomer (self titled). Mondo was a military super soldier experiment gone wrong. He was stuffed full of all manner of biotech; his pain sensory nerves dulled, his bones enhanced with calcium theory, muscles enhanced through gene manipulation, yellow blood cells, midiclhorins and many more fun things. Unfortunately the power went to his head a he turned evil, and like many is jockeying to become the evil overlord. Unfortunately he’s stupid clumsy and likes doing things in an overly complicated way, and that is what brought Cross to South America. Normally Cross would have just ordered an airstrike to kill Mondo(the Doomer (self titled)) and his underlings and be done with it. But Mondo was a former government agent and his computers had some choice information on them, which Cross was intent on extracting before wiping out Mondo. Cross looked down into the jungle below him from his seat in the back of his blackhawk flew towards the target, codenamed Total Gamma. Cross looked at the seven men he had hand picked for this mission, all wearing the standard black uniform used ‘round the world by wrong doers of all kinds. Cross had with the help of some Spetnez resigned it to include functioning body armor and although less intimidating, a very practical helmet which included large eye protection pieces, an ear mic and optional gas rebreathers, this slightly less “cool” look had allowed his men to “survive” where standard issue uniforms would have gotten them “killed”. Back to the helicopter, the pilot had brought it as close as he could to Mondo’s fortress, everyone checked their guns before rappelling down right onto the top of the mountain. Normally such a move would have been very risky to attempt, but Mondo relied entirely on visuals from his guards, and at exactly 3:40 pm (local time) all of Mondo’s guards were on break. Moving quickly Cross and his men quietly broke into one of the sealed back doors, went down into the hallway leading to the surveillance room and killed the sloshed and unready guards. Two men stayed in the surveillance room to keep guard, everyone else went up and into the vents to their objectives, Cross and a trusted lieutenant headed towards the base’s control center.
“MUHAHAHA”, cackled Mondo the Doomer, “Soon, Cyber-Man I shall see you destroyed, AHAHA!” Mondo hovered his finger over the button, which he finally and with greatly apparent relish pushed. From his sealed chamber wall spikes began slowly rolling closer to the capture Cyber-Man, Mondo’s hated arch-nemesis. From his concealed position in the air vents (which Cross considered to be far too large) Cross could barely keep quiet at this display of villainous idiocy. The sub-par fool, had somehow against all odds managed to captured one of the United State’s most powerful secret agents. And what did he do, oh no he didn’t just kill the constant thorn in his side, he had to keep he confined an extra three hours for this overly dramatic death sequence. Never even bothered to check his prisoner for bugs, despite the fact that he was a cyborg for godssakes! “MUHAHAHA”, went that cackling fool again, off in another his laughing fits.
Suddenly the entire room shook, metal beams falling everywhere as guards scrambled around in a panic. Mondo looked up, “WHAT, WHAT’S GOING ON?!”
Mondo’s trusted second lieutenant came running up to Mondo, obviously quite shaken and out of breath. “Sir w-”
“SPIT IT OUT!”
“I was just sa-”
“WHAT’S GOING ON!!”
“We’-”
“SAY SOMETHING!!!”
“We’re being attacked by special forces!”
“IMPOSSIBLE!!!”, and Mondo shot the lieutenant for bringing him such terrible news. Back in the air vent Cross radioed his team leader who reported special forces moving just below his position and overtaking Mondo’s guards. “Team leader, support the guards and hold off the special forces, retrieve the data myself. Back to the surveillance room in five. ”
“Yes, sir”, replied the team leader.
Mondo was fuming, issuing nearly incomprehensible commands to the few lackeys still running about pushing buttons and flipping all kinds of switches on large wrap-around consoles in the control room. Cross quietly dropped out of his air vent into the corner of the room, glided closer to get a better shot and was almost ready when a lackey, henceforth referred to as Lackey number one turned around to push a button on a console behind him saw Cross in the center of the room. He yelled to the other Lackeys (numbers two, three and four, respectively). Before Lackey number two could turn around he was shot full of holes, but not by Cross or his lieutenant. Following his own training Cross hit the floor before doing anything else. Lackeys three and four fired at the hallway, where the CIA soldiers had already penetrated the outer defenses, simultaneously Mondo snarled in rage while picking up his M-60 from a nearby locker and much against the room’s fung shui began wildly shooting, destroying consoles across the entire room, killing Cross’ lieutenant. He paused for a moment assessing his glorious destruction, while Cross assessing his glorious opportunity ran like hell. The remaining three lackeys continued firing at Cross, while he fired at the special forces troopers entering the room, and Mondo kept up a hail of lead against everything that wasn’t him, and Cross could have sworn a wild pistol shot would occasionally drop a special forces soldier, but the vicious smoke and the sound of bullets ringing everywhere made it hard to tell. After several minutes the shots started to dwindle and the sound of gunfire a ways down the hall lead Cross to believe the attackers, or at least the other attackers of this base were temporarily distracted. Cross moved to the wall, a hugging it inched along and finally peered around the edge. Mondo was the only one left in the smoking rubble, he saw Cross, a mad glint in his eye. Mondo leap over the railings and landed with great force only feet in front of Cross. “HAHAHA, now you are all MINE!” Mondo threw down his weapon, “I like the feel of bones cracking in my bare hands, now we shall fight an honor duel to the death.” DAMDAMDAM, Cross fired a burst of bullets square into Mondo’s chest. He didn’t have time for this unarmed crap, and certainly not for “honor”, he was a villain and in being so meant was really a useless concept.
Cross hurried to the main computer and inserted the data disk and hooked up his portable power book(which was thankfully compatible with Mondo’s main computer) and began downloading the loads of government information that Mondo had somehow managed to acquire between all of that maniacal laughter that he had apparently so fond of. He heard a pistol cock behind him. Without turning around Cross spoke, “Do you want to live?”
“Yes”
“Then come with me.”
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I don't like how part II flows, an suggestions?
After and hour and a half ride to the nearest airport, and a two hour car ride to his mansion headquarters, a ten minute ride down the elevator a multiple security screenings, Cross arrived in his underground living quarters. Slumping down in his chair, he looked at his collection Spiderguy comics, for even the incredibly evil need a hobby. “You look down, boss something on your mind?” asked his magically bound bloodbeast from the corner of the room. “Oh, just my run in with Dob earlier. I mean, its all quite depressing really. An idiot like that was able to keep the villains of the world at bay. It just goes to show the dismal state that villainy is in, there are no competent villains. I’m saying that sure I could take over the world in a week, but where to go from there? When I die the world will be back in the hands of untrained villains, and good will triumph.”
“Boss, you gots lots of power, why not stop dumb peoples from becomin’ villains?”
“Why, of course I will weed out the hopeless cases already out there that will just muck things up and train true aspiring villains in the art of evil doing. I can’t just think of my gains in evil now, I’ve to think of the future of evil! I’ve got to think of the children!”, Cross proclaimed brightening up, “I, I could teach classes and give field demonstrations of evil, it will be just perfect, a world as I’ve always wanted, bad guys winning, just like in that alternate dimension I went to that one time!”
“That’s the spirit boss.”
“Thanks a lot BB, I’ve finally got purpose, something to benefit all of evil mankind!”
Cross looked up at his wall clock, 2am already? That fight with Dob must have really taken up a long chunk of time. “Well I’ll see you in the morning BB”
“’night boss”, said BB going to his sub elevator leading to his spacious, dimmed and climate controlled living quarters.
PART II
It was 3:36pm local time in Brazil. More specifically it was 3:36pm inside of a large hollowed out mountain lair in the middle of the jungle belonging to Mondo the Doomer (self titled). Mondo was a military super soldier experiment gone wrong. He was stuffed full of all manner of biotech; his pain sensory nerves dulled, his bones enhanced with calcium theory, muscles enhanced through gene manipulation, yellow blood cells, midiclhorins and many more fun things. Unfortunately the power went to his head a he turned evil, and like many is jockeying to become the evil overlord. Unfortunately he’s stupid clumsy and likes doing things in an overly complicated way, and that is what brought Cross to South America. Normally Cross would have just ordered an airstrike to kill Mondo(the Doomer (self titled)) and his underlings and be done with it. But Mondo was a former government agent and his computers had some choice information on them, which Cross was intent on extracting before wiping out Mondo. Cross looked down into the jungle below him from his seat in the back of his blackhawk flew towards the target, codenamed Total Gamma. Cross looked at the seven men he had hand picked for this mission, all wearing the standard black uniform used ‘round the world by wrong doers of all kinds. Cross had with the help of some Spetnez resigned it to include functioning body armor and although less intimidating, a very practical helmet which included large eye protection pieces, an ear mic and optional gas rebreathers, this slightly less “cool” look had allowed his men to “survive” where standard issue uniforms would have gotten them “killed”. Back to the helicopter, the pilot had brought it as close as he could to Mondo’s fortress, everyone checked their guns before rappelling down right onto the top of the mountain. Normally such a move would have been very risky to attempt, but Mondo relied entirely on visuals from his guards, and at exactly 3:40 pm (local time) all of Mondo’s guards were on break. Moving quickly Cross and his men quietly broke into one of the sealed back doors, went down into the hallway leading to the surveillance room and killed the sloshed and unready guards. Two men stayed in the surveillance room to keep guard, everyone else went up and into the vents to their objectives, Cross and a trusted lieutenant headed towards the base’s control center.
“MUHAHAHA”, cackled Mondo the Doomer, “Soon, Cyber-Man I shall see you destroyed, AHAHA!” Mondo hovered his finger over the button, which he finally and with greatly apparent relish pushed. From his sealed chamber wall spikes began slowly rolling closer to the capture Cyber-Man, Mondo’s hated arch-nemesis. From his concealed position in the air vents (which Cross considered to be far too large) Cross could barely keep quiet at this display of villainous idiocy. The sub-par fool, had somehow against all odds managed to captured one of the United State’s most powerful secret agents. And what did he do, oh no he didn’t just kill the constant thorn in his side, he had to keep he confined an extra three hours for this overly dramatic death sequence. Never even bothered to check his prisoner for bugs, despite the fact that he was a cyborg for godssakes! “MUHAHAHA”, went that cackling fool again, off in another his laughing fits.
Suddenly the entire room shook, metal beams falling everywhere as guards scrambled around in a panic. Mondo looked up, “WHAT, WHAT’S GOING ON?!”
Mondo’s trusted second lieutenant came running up to Mondo, obviously quite shaken and out of breath. “Sir w-”
“SPIT IT OUT!”
“I was just sa-”
“WHAT’S GOING ON!!”
“We’-”
“SAY SOMETHING!!!”
“We’re being attacked by special forces!”
“IMPOSSIBLE!!!”, and Mondo shot the lieutenant for bringing him such terrible news. Back in the air vent Cross radioed his team leader who reported special forces moving just below his position and overtaking Mondo’s guards. “Team leader, support the guards and hold off the special forces, retrieve the data myself. Back to the surveillance room in five. ”
“Yes, sir”, replied the team leader.
Mondo was fuming, issuing nearly incomprehensible commands to the few lackeys still running about pushing buttons and flipping all kinds of switches on large wrap-around consoles in the control room. Cross quietly dropped out of his air vent into the corner of the room, glided closer to get a better shot and was almost ready when a lackey, henceforth referred to as Lackey number one turned around to push a button on a console behind him saw Cross in the center of the room. He yelled to the other Lackeys (numbers two, three and four, respectively). Before Lackey number two could turn around he was shot full of holes, but not by Cross or his lieutenant. Following his own training Cross hit the floor before doing anything else. Lackeys three and four fired at the hallway, where the CIA soldiers had already penetrated the outer defenses, simultaneously Mondo snarled in rage while picking up his M-60 from a nearby locker and much against the room’s fung shui began wildly shooting, destroying consoles across the entire room, killing Cross’ lieutenant. He paused for a moment assessing his glorious destruction, while Cross assessing his glorious opportunity ran like hell. The remaining three lackeys continued firing at Cross, while he fired at the special forces troopers entering the room, and Mondo kept up a hail of lead against everything that wasn’t him, and Cross could have sworn a wild pistol shot would occasionally drop a special forces soldier, but the vicious smoke and the sound of bullets ringing everywhere made it hard to tell. After several minutes the shots started to dwindle and the sound of gunfire a ways down the hall lead Cross to believe the attackers, or at least the other attackers of this base were temporarily distracted. Cross moved to the wall, a hugging it inched along and finally peered around the edge. Mondo was the only one left in the smoking rubble, he saw Cross, a mad glint in his eye. Mondo leap over the railings and landed with great force only feet in front of Cross. “HAHAHA, now you are all MINE!” Mondo threw down his weapon, “I like the feel of bones cracking in my bare hands, now we shall fight an honor duel to the death.” DAMDAMDAM, Cross fired a burst of bullets square into Mondo’s chest. He didn’t have time for this unarmed crap, and certainly not for “honor”, he was a villain and in being so meant was really a useless concept.
Cross hurried to the main computer and inserted the data disk and hooked up his portable power book(which was thankfully compatible with Mondo’s main computer) and began downloading the loads of government information that Mondo had somehow managed to acquire between all of that maniacal laughter that he had apparently so fond of. He heard a pistol cock behind him. Without turning around Cross spoke, “Do you want to live?”
“Yes”
“Then come with me.”
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I don't like how part II flows, an suggestions?