<div align="center">(https://lasentinel.net/wp-content/uploads/sites/5/2017/09/ENT-Heroes_Taraji-P.-Henson_IMG-1jpg.jpg)(http://www.nerdfectstrangers.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/ayj4-1024x576.jpg)(https://images6.alphacoders.com/873/thumb-350-873151.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>NAME:</strong> PROJECT CADMUS<br/><strong>DAY:</strong> 08-25-2020<br/><strong>TIME:</strong> 0320<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Cadmus Command Center, Underground Facilities<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Running Cadmus with brutal efficiency, Finding Intruders, Engaging<br/>(Optional)<strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Metal Gear Solid Alert Theme  (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CEvzFcqKbXw)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>[REDACTED]</span><br/><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> "Hmmmph", came a satisfied grunt from Waller, her neck bobbing in an arrogantly triumphant sway as it turned out she was absolutely correct as her soldiers found the intruders rooting around in the computer labs. "I knew we had foxes in the hen house. Now our boys just need to exterminate the vermin. Actually," she paused and opened a channel to the comms of the soldiers currently engaged in battle. "Leave at least one alive for interrogation. Any of them is fine. The rest are expendable." <br/><br/>"Understood, ma'am. Continuing engagement."  The first round of fire after the flashbangs detonated was all blocked by a shimmering field of energy, the dome rippling gently as the 5.56 and 9mm rounds proved ineffective against the curved barrier. "Left, left, left! Cover their flank!" A small detachment confirmed the order, breaking off to the side to try and use the confusion to get a better position to fire. Only to get interrupted when Lightning grabbed two by the shoulders and flooded them with electricity. They went blue and white, as their bones became visible in brief flashes for the duration of her hold. The two unfortunate men became human lightning rods, then fell to the floor, smoking and twitching in a pile. The remaining men in the unit followed her with their fire, destroying computers, chairs, and desks in a futile attempt to shoot electricity.<br/><br/> Her lightning arced forward again when she stopped, chaining from soldier to soldier until a half-dozen men lay stunned and seizing on the floor. One man called out "Grenade", then threw an M67 so it skidded to a stop right in front of Stargirl's force field. The group that had come through the main doors concentrated their fire on Vixen, but were surprised when the bullets seemed to simply bounce right off. As she ran toward them, a few of the men could have sworn they saw a blue rhino or something for a moment, but no one understood what happened until she barreled through them like bowling pins and broke more than a few bones as she trampled over the ones unlucky enough to end up under her boot instead of flung to the side.<br/><br/> "Get the one in orange. Her powers are cra-ccrrnch"!!! The man's words were cut short as his helmet was caved into his face; and before he even fell, his weapon got turned into a club. The last thing he saw was Jenkins sailing down the hallway end over end. They hadn't signed up for shit like this. As Vixen tore through men, the G-Gnomes came together to focus on her, their combined telepathic assault wreaking havoc on sheer mental anguish on her brain. She was a strong will, though, and she resisted far longer than a normal person could have. Then she pushed back, somehow mimicking their power and rebounding it to every single Genomorph in the building. Gnomes, Elves, Trolls, even Thirteen. <br/><br/>Her message, as powerful as it was, only went out for a few moments before the Gnomes banded together again and began to tear into her mind. While a singular Gnome instead maintained the neural network connecting all of the soldiers, allowing them to think instead of speak, do instead of ask, move as one cohesive unit instead of individuals with the time lag of individuality itself decreasing their efficiency. At least two different groups focused on the flying blond girl. "One of em's got Superman's S. I think we got a Kryptonian here," a soldier shouted out while he and others bullets proved little more than an annoyance to the flying blond. "Heat vision. Confirmed Kryptonian!" <br/><br/>Another shouted, then dropping his red hot weapon after Kara turned it and several others into molten slag. "They're surprisingly more competent than I anticipated. Send in more Gnomes to strength the telepathic field. And throw some Elves in the mix, too. They can deal with our soldiers, but our metas and our Genomorphs can clearly hold their own." As she spoke, one of the metas she'd been talking about walked into the room. <br/><br/>He didn't have a gun, but he quickly showed he didn't need one as he walked up to Supergirl and took advantage of the Gnomes assault to drop a hard fist into her temple with enough power behind it to ring her bell in her current condition. He delivered three or four solid blows, and was working on his fifth when she took a breath and blew it out, flash-freezing the meta in front of her and quickly starting to freeze over the soldiers and Gnomes she was aiming at. A few more soldiers taken down would give them a slight reprieve to get a move on before the next wave found them. <br/> </span><br/><br/><br/><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> 08-25-2020<br/><strong>TIME:</strong> 0320<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Project Cadmus<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Answering a Call to Arms? Or following orders?<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Open</span><br/><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> His orders were to wait, so there Thirteen stood, tall, menacing, and almost completely still except for the slightest movement of him breathing, and his helmet echoing his voice in a warbled, distorted, electronic mimic. The scientists and guards in the room were as unnerved as he always made them, but he paid them no mind. He had his orders. He was standing for several minutes, until suddenly a female voice rang out extremely loudly in his mind. Loud enough for him to scream and fall to one knee, which scared the guards enough to draw their weapons on him and demand an explanation from the eggheads.<br/><br/> "We don't know. He's never done that before!" "Well, you better fix it!! We can't have <em>him</em> out of all of them goin' rogue. He'll bring this whole place down on our heads." It wasn't even a necessary statement, as everyone there knew that if anyone had been treated how they treated Thirteen, and then they were suddenly freed, revenge would definitely be the first thing on their mind.<br/><br/> He heard Vixen's entire plea, but aside from standing back up, he didn't move immediately. Instead, he continued to stand there stock-still. Finally, he turned his head, then took a step toward the door, followed by another. "Hey, where are you going?! Your orders are...to await further orders!" Thirteen turned to look over his shoulder, then spoke. <br/><br/>"I'm going to stop the intruders. One is in my head and I don't like it...already too crowded in there," he said and ended the sentence, just daring the man to say something else before he turned back and walked through the doors. Once he was in the hallway, he bent forward slightly, then disappeared from view in a rush, leaving only cracked floor in his wake as he supersped his way through the corridors toward where he'd sensed the voice in his head. He had a mission to carry out.<br/></span><br/>