[WP] One morning, you woke up with the ability to see true and false when written down. If it glows a golden color then it is true, but if it glows a dark color, then it is false. Out of curiosity, you go to the library and walk into the History section, and to your horror, all you see is darkness.
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Mill sat in a tub, the cold water pooling around him soothing his stinging burns and offering some healing. The blood of an normally who had the ability of eternal youth was used to create a concoction that caused accelerated healing when ingested, inhaled, or when it came in contact with the skin.
And he poured a lot of it in the bath tub with the water, allowing himself soak in the soothing feeling.
He was smart when he stole a lot of the stuff from HQ. Again, his big brains and the great precautions he'd taken had saved him a lot of discomfort. Unfortunately, this time, it was not enough. Not nearly enough, as the Arsonist had come to prove.
He was back in the city, and right in this city, somewhere within the area, Flames' unit, with that Incognito character and some others he didn't know were hiding in their rathole after killing Meek.
And they probably thought he was dead too. Laughable, because he had always been a vengeful spirit from the moment he was born.
A son of a single mother who worked two jobs just to out food on the table and a roof over their heads, he was barely monitored at all, and had enough time rolling with the wrong crowd.
By the time his mother caught up to what he was going, he was involved with a gnag, and she got caught int the crossfire and he was orphaned at 17.
Since then, he had been karma, dishing out his own twisted version of justice influenced by his emotions, and money.
He was 18 when the abilities first manifested, and it took him only a day to know how they worked. It took two weeks for the Foundation to find him, a fortnight which was marked as one of the bloodiest in Harlem.
24 bodies belonging to members of the Crawlers gang - the gang responsible for his mother's dead - were found dead, with large holes bored in their chests by an unidentified weapon. Worse still, swear, urine and blood belonging to another individual was found at the scene of each murder.
The Foundation knew then that they had a monster on their hands, and yet they sent only three Level 4 agents to get him. He couldn't even remember their names, or what their abilities were, because he killed them within seconds.
The next time the Foundation came, it was to recruit him, not to abduct him.
And now, a ten year run partnered with Meek and full of killings and abductions was over almost just like it started. He was a target, and worse still, he was more vulnerable than ever this time.
For that reason, he had to halt his search for Flames until he was fully healed, because just as he was hot on their heels, the Foundation had placed a bounty on his head, and Foundation agents from other units were free to look for him, to win a hundred thousand dollars.
He had picked up enough enemies over the years to make this a lot more than just a dicey situation.
There was also the question of how he planned to go through with the whole thing. Morning without a plan would have him end like Mill, or even worse, live out the rest of his short life in a lab, getting ripped apart for the Foundation's purposes.
He spat the thought out, realizing that the best thing to do would be to cause commotion. Fracas was the best smokescreen to use and perpetrate his plans, and there was only one way to do that.
The information.
That was supposed to be sold, and he would sell it, but it was supposed to be at a later time. However, he hadn't gotten clapped by the Arsonist and put on a Wanted List by PointGuard.
PointGuard, he mused, stroking his chin. The man was going to have to die. A petty reason, but he had been the last person to test him at the Foundation, and the man who had taken up the duty of finding him and transporting him back to HQ for lifelong incarceration.
Their exchanges before the whole thing went south were unpleasant, and he knew that that the chaos he was about to create was going to draw PointGuard out for a big finish.
Getting out of the tub and drying himself off, he put on his laptop and got to work. It was time for the lights, camera and the action.
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PointGuard sat in his office, reminiscing the events of the past two days.
"One dead, the other MIA. Convinient, because the other who was still alive was his main target. Wiping that smile off his lips and the smug look off his face.
His reverie was interrupted by one of his bodyguards barging into the room.
"Have you forgotten how to koncomandnwait for permission, or are you feeling suici-"
"Sir, you have to see this."
With one look at the screen, he knew that this was a problem of astronomical magnitude.
"Gather all the agents, even those on missions. Recall them. We have one mission now, take that down, and find Mill before HQ finds out about this!"
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TO BE CONTINUED
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