Post by Rotten Mark Keaton on Aug 21, 2022 9:00:32 GMT -6
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The BBQ Pit Restaurant, Edmonton Alberta Canada
Duke Commando sat in the grease pit restaurant in the heart of Edmonton. The place was packed with tourists, yelling and laughing. Their children running around, not listening to their parents. The grossly overworked staff trying their best to accommodate everyone in a timely manner. It was just the place Duke liked, plenty of covert plans happened right in the public eye, without anyone knowing. He dressed in a jean jacket and pants, wearing shaded glasses and a cheap looking watch. He blended right into his surroundings. His appetizers of chicken wings remained untouched on the table.
Richard "The Vulture" Quenton walked in the restaurant. His red hair is covered with an Edmonton Oilers ball cap. He was wearing a casual black dress shirt open with a white undershirt and gray slacks. He removed his sunglasses and gave the place a quick unapproved glance. He spotted Duke and slowly made his way over.
"Nice spot you picked." The Vulture sighed as he sat down, putting his glasses down next to the untouched wings.
Duke just gave the man a micro sized nod as if to tell him to get the business started.
"As you know, since you boys quit working for me I've had a hell of a time replacing you. No team has even come close to completing successful missions and you two, and the men you hired to follow your orders." A child screamed about a toy nearby, The Vulture winced, and slowly looked at the family.
"Now, I've followed your lives at a distance ever since. Watching Kobro start that successful Bounty Hunting gig, passing it on to his son. I've watched you jump from job to job, get married twice, do some stunt work for those awful second rate studios. I've also watched the two of you do something completely unexpected. Join a combat wrestling company. Not only that, but fail. Only that fateful last mission have I ever seen you two fail at anything. Must be really crushing to you."
The Vulture watched for a reaction. Duke gave him nothing.
"I've been developing a military serum, X-447. It's basically something you only see in movies. What the people don't know about, won't hurt them. You of all people are quite aware of that. This serum turns regular soldiers into walking Hulks, strength increased ten fold, unlimited stamina, I witnessed a recruit throw a fully equipped soldier upwards of ten, fifteen feet away. It has a major drawback though. X-447 wrecks the immune system, works for a limited time, increases the blood pressure to astronomical proportions that it blows up their heart. There are two soldiers that could handle it on this planet, you and Kobro. Both of you have iron immune systems from level ten poison training. That type of poison resistance is unheard of, and would kill the average man."
A waiter came by and Duke waved him away.
The Vulture hated the interruption, he took a breath and continued.
"I've brought a diluted version of X-447 with me. Right here, look at this little vial Duke, this will be the answer to your problems, and mine. Take it and your bank account will be one million times bigger."
Duke picked up the vial, he gave it a look then flicked it back at The Vulture.
Richard nodded. He put the vial back in his breast pocket.
"You were my only choice. I know Kobro would never agree to taking this. Have a good meal." The Vulture grabbed his shades and stood up. He turned to leave when he heard what he wanted to hear and smirked.
"Wait."
He turned and stared at Duke.
"I'll consider it." Duke held out his hand.
The Vulture dug his thumb in his breast pocket and slapped the vial in Duke's palm, The Omega Commando quickly put it in his own breast pocket.
"Tell me something before I leave Duke," Richard opened his sunglasses, "that file you reported that Trump had, how did you know about that?"
"His own family. They hate his guts."
The Vulture nodded, put on his sunglasses and left the restaurant.
The BBQ Pit Restaurant, Edmonton Alberta Canada
Duke Commando sat in the grease pit restaurant in the heart of Edmonton. The place was packed with tourists, yelling and laughing. Their children running around, not listening to their parents. The grossly overworked staff trying their best to accommodate everyone in a timely manner. It was just the place Duke liked, plenty of covert plans happened right in the public eye, without anyone knowing. He dressed in a jean jacket and pants, wearing shaded glasses and a cheap looking watch. He blended right into his surroundings. His appetizers of chicken wings remained untouched on the table.
Richard "The Vulture" Quenton walked in the restaurant. His red hair is covered with an Edmonton Oilers ball cap. He was wearing a casual black dress shirt open with a white undershirt and gray slacks. He removed his sunglasses and gave the place a quick unapproved glance. He spotted Duke and slowly made his way over.
"Nice spot you picked." The Vulture sighed as he sat down, putting his glasses down next to the untouched wings.
Duke just gave the man a micro sized nod as if to tell him to get the business started.
"As you know, since you boys quit working for me I've had a hell of a time replacing you. No team has even come close to completing successful missions and you two, and the men you hired to follow your orders." A child screamed about a toy nearby, The Vulture winced, and slowly looked at the family.
"Now, I've followed your lives at a distance ever since. Watching Kobro start that successful Bounty Hunting gig, passing it on to his son. I've watched you jump from job to job, get married twice, do some stunt work for those awful second rate studios. I've also watched the two of you do something completely unexpected. Join a combat wrestling company. Not only that, but fail. Only that fateful last mission have I ever seen you two fail at anything. Must be really crushing to you."
The Vulture watched for a reaction. Duke gave him nothing.
"I've been developing a military serum, X-447. It's basically something you only see in movies. What the people don't know about, won't hurt them. You of all people are quite aware of that. This serum turns regular soldiers into walking Hulks, strength increased ten fold, unlimited stamina, I witnessed a recruit throw a fully equipped soldier upwards of ten, fifteen feet away. It has a major drawback though. X-447 wrecks the immune system, works for a limited time, increases the blood pressure to astronomical proportions that it blows up their heart. There are two soldiers that could handle it on this planet, you and Kobro. Both of you have iron immune systems from level ten poison training. That type of poison resistance is unheard of, and would kill the average man."
A waiter came by and Duke waved him away.
The Vulture hated the interruption, he took a breath and continued.
"I've brought a diluted version of X-447 with me. Right here, look at this little vial Duke, this will be the answer to your problems, and mine. Take it and your bank account will be one million times bigger."
Duke picked up the vial, he gave it a look then flicked it back at The Vulture.
Richard nodded. He put the vial back in his breast pocket.
"You were my only choice. I know Kobro would never agree to taking this. Have a good meal." The Vulture grabbed his shades and stood up. He turned to leave when he heard what he wanted to hear and smirked.
"Wait."
He turned and stared at Duke.
"I'll consider it." Duke held out his hand.
The Vulture dug his thumb in his breast pocket and slapped the vial in Duke's palm, The Omega Commando quickly put it in his own breast pocket.
"Tell me something before I leave Duke," Richard opened his sunglasses, "that file you reported that Trump had, how did you know about that?"
"His own family. They hate his guts."
The Vulture nodded, put on his sunglasses and left the restaurant.