After failing to eliminate Adelaide, Elle found himself back in New York, parting ways with his longtime partner, Hit Monkey the 3rd; who was now garbed in a black suit & a chauffeur cap.<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">"And re-memba, if ya eva need anything, call me. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got some business to attend to."</span></b>Puffing his cigar, he leaped into the front seat of a rented limo & took off. Gathering his belongings from an empty apartment, Elle took one last sorrowful look at his family portrait on a mantle & placed it faced down.<br/><br/>He promised to exact his revenge on the one's that destroyed what was once a happy home. Recalling the event as he stepped out the door shook him to his core. And it bothered him even more so that he was helplessly unable to do a damn thing about it ! Because of his inability to fight back, his mother Betsy "Psylocke" Wilson (Braddock) was placed inside of a Trauma Center in a deep comatose state; leaving only him to cover for her medical expenses & treatment, which didn't come cheap. Hence his occupation & recent affiliation with Hit Monkey.<br/><br/>He headed down a flight of stairs, and out his apartment with one last place to visit before he would embark on a long & strenuous journey.<br/><br/>...<br/><br/>Tears flowed down Elliot's cheeks staining his visage as a single 'red' rose fell from his hand, and landed on the colorful burial plot beneath him. A white marble monumental headstone engraved with an all-too- familiar insignia erected before him read:<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">December, 11th 1990 - redacted - 2040.<br/>
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Here Lies<br/>
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Wade "Winston" Wilson.<br/>
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A father of -redacted-. A legend in his own right.<br/>
"He died from not forwarding that text message to 10 people.", His final words were, <i><b>"One simply does not...forward a chain letter."</b></i><br/>​</div>Reading this made Elliot smile for a moment. Even in death his dad was quite the comedian. However, this epitaph was a lie & he knew it. Something far more sinister had taken place<b>that</b>day. This was merely a cover up for the public eye.<br/><br/>A day later, Elliot disembarked an airplane & keyed in the coordinates that HM3 had given him on his GPS. Arid heat blasted him in the face as he stumbled upon a massive gravesite for a helli-carriers. Arizona was nothing like the ' Big Apple ', or hell, Tokyo for that matter. A foreign wasteland of wreckage was all that awaited him. Some of the smaller airships were badly mangled and canted with their damaged cargo spilling all over the rusty surfaces.<br/><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">'Hit monkey, this had better be the right place.'</span></i><br/>For a moment, Elle thought that he had been given the wrong address. After all, this deserted place did seem more like a landfill than anything else. When he drew near the largest helli-carrier, a woman in a blue & white jumpsuit performing maintenance saw the disoriented look on his face.<br/><br/>Flipping the window of her mask up she commented,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)"><b>"You must be one of the new recruits. Take a left, chile, and head up that there airgate. You can't miss it ! "</b> </span>Mouthing thanks... Elle passed by a black SUV as he boarded the aircraft. His short, purple & black hair wavered wildly in the wind before coming to halt. He pondered whether or not, he was last to arrive as he caught a glimpse of a peculiar woman's hair bouncing about. Streaks of her black hair were white as a cloud. It reminded him of the bride of Frankenstein.<br/><br/>Another girl, was even further up ahead. Although, Elle couldn't confirm it just yet, she had similar features to his<i>target</i>in New Orleans. Elle contemplated if he was in heaven or not as he spotted a red headed girl over his shoulder. There was no sign of any other guy present, that he could see at least.<br/><br/>Elle donned a purple hoodie, loose fitting cargo joggers, and low top matching Puma running shoes. On his person he carried a large, black & red duffle bag on his back & in his right hand he held weapon's case. Elle handed his baggage off to a servant & locked eyes with a woman, who had been waving at another person further back before commanding his attention.<br/><br/><div class="bbCodeSpoiler">
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</div><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)"><b>“If you guys will come with me,”</b></span>A woman with bed hair stated. She looked she had just woken up, yet her tone showed no signs of that. The lady was in a blue & white uniform, that bared 'some' similarities to the welder outside the collosal airship.<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)"> </span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">"Sure, thing."</span><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)"> </span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">Elle</span>responded cooly as she lead them into the War Room, she said,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)"><b>“We can all sojourn to the meeting room.”</b></span><br/><br/>His violet hues slowly shifted from left to right, as the door to the War Room hissed open. In contrast to the heat outside. It felt surprisingly cool in there. A blonde woman marched towards the "head" of the table, where a lone seat divided each side. Elle took note of the large windows that were behind her back as her voice boomed with authority,<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)"><b>“Is everyone ready to begin?”</b></span><br/><br/>“I guess this is where the party is?”<br/><br/>An unfamiliar masculine voice interrupted, as they entered the War Room & slouched into a chair.<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">“Alright,”</span></b>, the blonde started up again,<br/><br/><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">“I think that’s everyone. Well those that I invited that accepted my invitation. First and foremost, I want to thank you all for coming. In this day and age I know the hero stuff comes with an inherent danger. The actions most of our parents took, and the way the world reacted to those actions have left the world in a strange place revolving around superhero’s. People like Norman Osborne want to try and use that place to twist things for their own agenda while people like Stark use it for their own means.”</span></b><br/><br/>The more she spoke the more questions filled his head.<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)"> 'Just who the hell was this Norman Osborne &amp; Stark guy?!'</span></i>Elle picked up a nearby pen, and twirled it between his right thumb & index, as he watched the new guy fiddle with his button. Soon after that, he saw him scoff for some reason.<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)"> 'Uh oh, someone struck a nerve.'</span></i><br/><br/><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">“I don’t know if you guys have noticed,”</span></b>she proceeded, pushing a button that triggered an Earth-like digital globe to appear before them. Elle tried touching it, his left arm merely phased through it.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">"Cool a hologram."</span>He mused, quickly retracting his arm before drawing her ire.<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">“But the worlds… well kind of gone to shit as of late.” </span></b>The globe slowly whirred around for them to see as she drove her point home.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)"><b>“America’s turned inward under SHIELD, protecting only it’s interest, Wakanda and Atlantis went to war before Wakanda cut off all ties to the world, and then there’s the Doom situation.”</b></span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">'What's the Doom Situation? Wakanda. Europe. America. Atlantis.'</span>Gears were grinding left & right in Elliot's head as he tried remember the details for these locations on the map, which were clearly labeled.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)"><i>'Ooh. I know some of these places! ' </i></span>He smiled to himself and the quickly swallowed his lips, realizing now isn't the time to be smiling. She had just told them that this world was fucked.<br/><br/>As the lady droned on, the assassin studied the features of the girl who sat across from him, and muttered an<i>expletive</i>. He needed to get out of there, pronto ! He decided a bathroom break was in order as he shielded part of his face with his hood from her. There was now a<i>'conflict of interest'</i>with his previous contract. He'll need to cancel the hit on her without her knowing it was him, but doing so would mean that his client's company Freeman Enterprise would come after him for retribution. It was one of those contract's where you received half up front & collected the rest later.<br/><br/>They invested a great deal into Elle. They provided him with an arm's dealer. Money for the flight their & back. A boat. The gun he tossed into the river. He was a dead man.<br/><br/>Somewhere in middle or at the end of the ladies speech, an outburst of anger directed at the apparent captain, from a few of the team members took place. Elle used that opportunity to disappear into the bathroom, place his call, void his contract and come back in the middle of the red head's conversation.<br/><br/>With no one the wiser, or so he hoped...<br/><br/>"So you want what? A team to defend the world? We all know what happened last time when it didn't work."