<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c2/d3/09/c2d309ce36378e30a8b7d70b94f8fc1f.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>NAME:</strong> Project XIII<br/>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> Control Suit<br/><strong>DAY:</strong> 08-18-2020<br/><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Cadmus Black Site &gt; Airspace over Seattle Docklands<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Brutal Efficiency[Buckets O' Blood]<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Damian, Closed</span><br/><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Darkness. Inky, dreaded black; abysmal and infinitesimal. <em>Nothing</em> dreamed in his subconscious, as nothing was allowed to. Chemical induced comas to keep him sedated until it was time for an experiment. Or to take DNA. Or to prance for his masters. And once they were satisfied, sleep would claim him until the next time his being was required to be a means to an end. The few waking hours he had between the infinity of slumber filled with commands; verbal, chemical, psionic. <br/><br/>Ultimate control was needed to keep him in check, and every method available was readily put to use. But once, once in a while. Very rarely, a single image would sear itself into his mind during slumber. An endless tundra, with a magnificent palace made of crystal jutting out from the flatlands and glittering every color of the rainbow in the cold sun. It would only last a moment, but he would remember until they snatched it from him. He had learned to enjoy the darkness, the peace, the quiet the forced sleep brought with it. It was the only time he didn't know pain and anger.<br/><br/> It was the only time he was allowed serenity and a chance to <em>think</em>. "Turn him on." "Turn him on? For what?" "Field test." "A field test? Last time we let him out, we had to buy off a town to have them say an undiscovered methane pocket exploded and took half of Fairfield with it." "Yeah well, "The Wall" says it's time we nut up or shut up, and give her some results. Her words and I quote, <em>Unlucky or not, Thirteenth time better be the charm...or else.</em> End quote." "Jeez...she's fuckin' terrifying, man." "Tell me about it." <br/><br/>The two lab techs were tired, disheveled, and ready to go home after a combined 90 hours between them in three days. But a job was a job, and orders were orders. "ALRIGHT!!! Two security teams front and center, weapons set to maximum stun level. Engineering, be on standby with the control suit. And have that Kryptonite field ready to deploy at a moment's notice. Alright...let's see what we got." He made a gesture, and a single tank connected to the wall hissed as the cryotubes injected into it popped out onto the floor. The tank then rolled forward, stopping in front of the gathered firing teams.<br/><br/> The tank hissed after some buttons were pressed, and an invisible seam between the two halfs of the polarized glass slid apart, revealing a dark-skinned young man who aside from being very muscular, looked as normal as can be. Aside from compression shorts, he was completely nude, and covered in goop from the amniotic concoction that kept him unconscious until needed. With no more fluid to support him, he fell forward in a heap on the floor. But it only took moments for him to start coughing, then push up to his knees. He looked up, around at the people surrounding him, and massive veins bulged underneath his eyes, as they started to glow red, and a guttural roar built up in his throat.<br/><br/> "Kryptonite field deploy," one of the scientists said calmly, and suddenly a sickly green glow fell over the young man. The red in his eyes shorted out, fizzling like a broken piece of electronics, then he groaned and fell back to the floor, his strength drained. "Okay boys, suit him up." While weakened, the engineers snapped the pieces of the suit onto him like a puzzle, and when the helmet was put into place, they all stepped back and deactivated the kryptonite field. At the same time, a low level pulse of red sun radiation was pumped through the suit, turning the man inside completely human for the moment.<br/><br/> Coming back to his senses, he stood tall, and his directions were relayed through his helmet. This was all new to him, but just like before, he had to follow orders or the pain, then the blackness would take him. So when he was given orders to retrieve several pieces of tech stolen by Intergang and in danger of being sold into the wrong hands, he drew on all the listens pumped into his brain while he slept, and all of the training he got while he was awake.<br/><br/> "Affirmative. Thirteen moving out." Afraid of giving their toy too much slack on his leash, the project was loaded into a high speed troop transport to be flown to Seattle, and then deployed from near the scene so his handlers could get the most out of his suit and it's built-in countermeasures. The entire ride, he sat by himself in the cargo hold, head down, and utterly silent. It wasn't until they were near the drop point that he stood up and looked to the screen on his wrist. They were sending him alone to not only neutralize the Intergang threat, but to retrieve all Cadmus tech, and anything else that could be appropriated.<br/><br/> "We are nearing drop zone. Cargo doors opening in 3, 2, 1, go." At the pilots mark, the massive doors at the bottom of the plane opened up, causing wind to whip about in the small space. "Thirteen dropping to target." The voice that came from his helmet was deep, warbled and distorted; like it wasn't even him. Even though "him" didn't technically exist, Cadmus was taking no chances. Without another word, he stood up, took two steps, and fell from the plane. He angled straight down and fell like a rock, then sped up as some sort of distortion could be seen around him. It took less than six seconds for him to break cloud cover and slam into the ground with enough force to shake the surrounding area and knock the unfortunate thug he landed by into the air.<br/><br/> He was caught by Thirteen before he could land, and thrown into another thug hard enough to break multiple bones in each man. Thirteen hadn't been silent about his arrival, and he wasn't supposed to be. Cadmus didn't want this to look like a professional, clandestine op. They wanted it to look like a powerful meta got wind of some juicy information and capitalized it. They wanted it big, flashy, and full of property damage. They wanted it to make headline news and get people talking about a mysterious new meta on the scene taking down Intergang. With the discussion being on him and why he fought Intergang and if he was good or bad taking center stage, there was no way such a sloppy job would be traced back to them. <br/><br/>Even Batman wouldn't easily be able to put 2 and 2 together in this particular scenario. Multiple Intergang members turned after his little entrance, powering up their weapons and wasting no time opening fire. Using his speed, Thirteen easily dodged around bullets and energy beams alike, then stopped in front of one poor fool with a shotgun. He emptied the entire thing into Thirteen's guts, and every single pellet fell to the ground like so much chaff. <br/><br/>"You're Intergang, right? I'm taking your shipment. And anyone who tries to stop me," he paused before grabbing the man by the neck and easily lifting him off the ground. <em>"dies".</em> Reaching for the man's hip with his other hand, Thirteen pulled, ripping him in half at the waist, causing a literal torrent of blood to spray out in all directions. With no remorse or emotion, only calculating efficiency and a little voice in his ear he couldn't say no to, Thirteen tossed both halves to the ground without a second glance. The firing ceased for a moment as the men watched the brutality; watched a full grown man get torn apart like wet tissue paper and discarded like the same. Then that light that clicks on shone a light in the back of their little villain heads. <br/><br/>Fight or Flight activated, and flight didn't seem to be much of an option, so bullets and beams started to fly once again, only to ping off his suit. "Alright then. Extinction protocol authorized. Sanitizing the operation zone." Turning to face his next victim, Thirteen took a step. He had some cleaning to do.<br/></span>