<strong>Slade Wilson A.K.A. Deathstroke The Terminator, on the beach</strong><br/><br/>Slade had arrived via helicopter. It was an attack helicopter but Slade had been to the original "Herogasm" as they so crudely called it and knew pretty well it was very neutral ground. There's only so many boy scouts you need to see sodomize a heroine before your convinced its true neutral ground. The Terminator had already been to his room and left some things. Now he was standing on the beach, adorned in a pair of simple black trunks and an eyepatch. The sand was warming his feet and his drink was keeping him cool. He gazed out to the perfectly still sea. It was nice, real nice. Yep, the Terminator would enjoy this week and then it was back to what he was made for. Being the world's greatest strategist and mercenary.