Post by Rotten Mark Keaton on Jul 31, 2022 21:55:40 GMT -6
Richard “The Vulture” Quenton
Major General, U.S Army - Active
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The Vulture command assignments include commanding general of the 101st Airborne Division (Air Assault), where he also served as the commanding general of Combined Joint Task Force-101, Operation Enduring Freedom; deputy commanding general (Support) of the 101st Airborne Division (Air Assault), where he also served as the deputy commanding general (Support) of Combined Joint Task Force-101, Operation Enduring Freedom, commander of 4th Brigade, 1st Cavalry Division, Operation Iraqi Freedom; commander of 2nd Squadron, 17th Cavalry Regiment, 101st Airborne Division (Air Assault); and commander of C Troop, 2nd Squadron, 9th Cavalry Regiment, 7th Infantry Division
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The Vulture entered the restricted airport warehouse in an undisclosed location. He removed his hat as he entered, several men in lab coats looked instantly nervous from his presence. A skinny man in glasses, a much lower rank officer than him, nervously saluted from his control console. Several others were too busy taking notes and looking out of the large window to an empty gymnasium floor.
“Report, Wilson.” Richard calmly ordered as he approached.
Wilson visibly gulped, “You’re right on time, major. We’re just about to test serum X-447 on cadet 327.”
“A cadet? I read your report that several candidates couldn’t handle it. Cardiac arrest and in some cases, severe kidney failure. What makes this cadet so special?”
“He’s taken poison training, level 4. We’re sure he’ll pass.” Wilson gulped again, waiting for The Vulture to nod, then leaned towards a microphone.
“BEGIN TEST!”
A cadet entered the gymnasium, his shirt is ripped from bulging muscles, large veins bulging on his temples and neck. He’s taking big breaths as he awaits the other cadets to attack him. Two approach but he sends them flying instantly with kicks, sending them farther than normal. Another approaches but the juiced cadet punches him so hard his neck snaps. He grabs another cadet and spins him around, over and over again, then throws him. He slams off of the glass in front of the scientists.
“Impressive.” The Vulture says flatly, without changing his expression.
“It seems this candidate is the perfect…”
“Hold on.”
They watch as the juiced candidate clutches his chest then falls on his face, he remains motionless.
The Vulture stands up, straightens his collar then reaches for his hat.
“Sir, I’m sure we can find somebody who can withstand the serum! Don’t shut us down, we need a little more time.”
“I know exactly who we need, Wilson. But they won’t be easy to convince.” The Vulture turns, then slowly walks out of the room.