<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1f/Diamondback_Portrait2.jpg)</div><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>       Rachel Leighton<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong>          Diamondback<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Resistance<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Tokyo Streets/Safehouse<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>         Iron Man, Blade <br/></span></span><hr/><br/>Rachel checked the transponder she was carrying.  It hadn’t changed for some time.  That meant the tracer she had planted on the Iron Warmachineman was either going to lead her to Tony Stark’s super-secret playboy mansion or his smoking metal corpse.  Either way she had a heading, but her progress was slowed at first by all of the exo-skeletoned patrols and then by the brand spanking new canal that separated Tokyo Island from the mainland.  Yes that was right, this new enemy had just cut itself its own freaken’ island.<br/><br/>Since it was taking her longer than anticipated to pick her way past the enemy she figured it would be beneficial to know a little about this new adversary and his band of genocidal maniacs.  Of the person behind it, the only name she heard was Apocalypse.  At first she thought it was a code name, like Mission: Apocalypse or something, but the more she gathered the more she thought it was a who and not so much of a what.<br/><br/>“Yeah, big score.” She said to no one.  It wasn’t much to go on but at least on her way out of Tokyo proper she got a look at the perimeter defenses and they didn’t look too overwhelming.  Apocalypse’s strike force was tough per man, but they didn’t seem to be overwhelming in number.  Downtown Tokyo had been crawling with them, but the outer edges by the canal were thin.<em>‘Good to know if I ever need to get back in here.’</em>She thought.<br/><br/>Now she crouched at an outcrop of twisted concrete and steel overlooking the canal and the steel monstrosity that sat between her and the other side.<br/><br/>“And he owns a battleship, too.  Great.”  Rachel watched the gunship slide by in the water and waited for it to pass. “I ‘d love to sink that thing.” She mused.  She had blown up lots of things before, but never a battleship.  That would be awesome.  She looked at the dark swirling sea water below.<br/><br/>“Ugh.  I hope Tony’s place has a shower.” She says and with a leap she cliff dives into the ocean below.<br/><br/><strong>Hours Later…</strong><br/><br/>Thankfully the suburbs of Tokyo weren’t nearly as occupied by Apocalypse’s troops.  She noted a few that were rounding up groups of people, but she didn’t know why.  They weren’t being shot on sight. They were being rounded up for what the troops were calling Judgment.  Whatever the hell that was?  These groups were easy to avoid for an accomplished mercenary.  Again Rachel couldn’t help but think of these guys as amateurs.<br/><br/>A quick raid later and she had some warm weather clothing to keep her jumpsuit and hair covered and because Tony had mentioned something about a high altitude.  He could have meant the idea of him carrying her at high altitude or he could have been referring to where his safe house was located.  As the little red dot she had been following for the better part of the last few hours was indicating, it was somewhere on the big freaken mountain in front of her.<br/><br/><em>     ‘Wow, I have been around Steve too long.  Fucking.  Big. Fucking. Mountain.’ </em><br/><br/>Yeah she was glad she had found the heavy fur lined jacket.  Rachel’s jumpsuit offered some protection from the elements, but that didn’t mean it was always comfortable, just survivable.<br/><br/>“Where is a snowmobile when you need one?”<br/><br/><strong>Another couple of hours later… </strong><br/><br/>“Well, I shouldn’t be surprise.” She said a little annoyed but impressed.  Rachel had followed the red dot to its end point.  Well almost.  Apparently it was inside the mountain itself.  “Now how the hell do I get inside?”<br/><br/>Rachel had already climbed half way up the mountain side. Yeah, I know, it’s good to be the peak of human performance, but at this point she was way beyond her peak and if she didn’t find the way in soon she was going to be in a bit of trouble.  She was just thinking of turning back and trying again the next day when she heard something behind her.  She spun in time to see a boulder falling in on itself to reveal a door.<br/><br/>“Convenient." She observed and opened the door to look inside.<br/><br/>“Beautiful co-ed…check.  Ominous steel staircase…check.  I think I have seen this movie before.”<br/><br/>++If you are referring to Sorority House Slaughter 5 Miss Leighton, I believe Mr. Stark has a copy in his extensive media library.  Regrettably I am unable to access his remote library at the moment, or I would offer a viewing?++<br/><br/>Rachel should have been startled, but instead let out a tired laugh.<br/><br/>“No, thank you Jarvis.  I think I have seen enough of that horror story today.” She had heard Tony’s computer manservant before and for the first time today felt relieved.<br/><br/>++Of course, Miss.  Please come in and make yourself at home.++<br/><br/>“I’ll do just that.” She answered and made her way up the three flights of stairs to the laboratory. Rachel let out a slow whistle.  She had seen a lot with Trapster and in her time with the Avengers, but she had never seen one of Tony’s workshops and to say impressive would be an understatement.  While careful not to touch anything that looked important she couldn’t help but snoop around a little. It was during that time that she came across the bloody clothing Tony had left behind.<br/><br/>“Jarvis?  Is Tony okay?”