<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/HlySd/HotMenChart_Michael_Churchill_11-1-1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Alias</strong>: John Aaron / Ares<br/><strong>Origin</strong>: Olympus<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Elevator and then outside the Weapons Cache<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Deadpool, Domino, and Captain America (mentioned)<br/><hr/><br/>The elevator chimed, the doors rolled back, and John stepped out onto the hangar. A black jet was docked on the launch pad and he presumed it was the Quinjet that had been mentioned in the briefing. Glancing to his left, there was another section marked by double doors, and through their windows he saw the red costume of the man from before. The teen started in Deadpool’s direction. He pushed through the double doors and walked down the drab hallway to lean against the wall across from the mercenary. John rested his shoulder blades against the wall while his hands comfortably tucked themselves away within the pockets of his denim jeans. Unenthusiastic eyes stared across the hall from beneath brown hanging brows at the gaping wall where he could see a young woman striding about in the process of getting dressed. Her skin was so pale that he could even see it from outside. She stopped in the center of the room in nothing but her underwear, flaunting pistols and submachine guns. Where the hell…just beyond her, John noticed the red, white, and blue—mostly blue—of Captain America’s uniform. This was it. This tiny room was the weapons safe: the mother lode of Stark technology.<br/><br/>John leaned off the wall and approached the doorway. He first glanced at Deadpool, wondering why he hadn’t gone inside, and then stepped into the cache, taking in the walls and walls of weaponry. It reminded him of his bedroom except most of these were instruments that he had never even seen before.<br/><br/>“Great Zeus…” John gasped. His lips that were parted in awe pulled back as a large grin impishly expanded on his face.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/HlySd/Aresherc-2-1.png)</div><strong>Name/Alias</strong>:  Ares<br/><strong>Origin</strong>: Olympus<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Weapons Cache<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Domino<br/><hr/><br/>There, in the doorway, John took on the form of Ares. His clothes ripped as titanic muscle and armor emerged in the place of his muscle shirt, jeans, and teenaged physique. The god’s eyes gleamed from within the shadows of his Spartan helm, the white, brush-like crest trailing down his back between his shoulders. There was much to be studied and explored within the weapon cache, and he might have been able to take a few home, but they wouldn’t know about that.<br/><br/>Ares marched down the narrow aisle and shoved past Domino. She could lounge there like a prostitute in her panties all day, there was war! The god eyed the case of a gatling-styled gun. All he knew was that it was a big gun, and what better to suit his prowess. He examined the case in silence and noticed a blue, glowing pad. Touching it with his finger, the case released an electronic hiss as the doors slid back and the latches securing the gun released. Ares removed the weapon with a smile and hefted it in his arms like an infant. His eyes slid up and down the black, modified, three-foot M134 representation of death and destruction. Grasping the rotating hex-barrel, he turned the dial and watched it spin. Why, he couldn’t stop grinning as he imagined all the enemies this baby would slaughter. He just had to get two!<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">AH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!</span></em></span></div><br/>The god was having a blast!