<div align="center">(https://www.logolynx.com/images/logolynx/0a/0a5da33bd3352229dc24d61e4d6e4899.jpeg)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/3ibRLkx.jpg?1)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>WEARING:</strong> Pictured<br/><strong>NAME:</strong> Static (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309416.msg15035995#msg15035995)<br/><strong>DAY:</strong> Sunday, August 23<br/><strong>TIME:</strong> 9:00 PM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Santa Catarina, Brazil | Geo-Thermal Base/Computer Room<br/><strong>CONTENT: </strong> Black Hatting, Saving people on the side<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Computer Team</span><br/><hr/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> Huntress' response to him stopping her rampage was to get upset, and then just demolish the closest guard to her, dropping him down the makeshift hole the supers had made. Static heard him scream, and he heard the scream fade. He never heard him hit the floor. After she'd blown off that initial steam, Huntress argued back at him that anyone could use a gun before shooting a guard in the back. Static winced as the bolt slid through him as smooth as a hot knife through butter and right out of his front. <br/><br/>If he lived, he'd be wishing for death soon. "Yeah, but once you give that dipshit a gun and a target, he becomes an active threat in the moment. The <em>brains</em> in lab coats, as fucked up as they are, aren't fighting you right now. They don't have knives or brass knuckles or guns. They're defenseless and running for their lives! So putting arrows into their backs as they run is no better than killing them in cold blood and that's not how we rock." Her arguments were sound and valid; he wasn't denying that. But countless times in history it was proven that the "correct" or "logical" thing to do in a situation wasn't always the <em>right</em> thing to do. <br/><br/>She was absolutely right that the scientist could come up with this or that or some formula to turn the world on it's head using Nazi's blood. But in the here and now, they were people running for dear life.  Their weapons weren't for use on the field of battle, and getting gunned down was murder, plain and simple. "You think I don't know that? I guarantee I'm smarter than everyone in this room. Hell I'm smarter than this whole <em>building</em>. But you can't buy lives back. You can't buy orphans new parents. You can't buy brothers and sisters new siblings, or parents new children. Every time you kill somebody, you make a domino effect that can hit who knows how many people. <br/><br/>We didn't sign up to slaughter cattle and you know it." Their conversation/argument was interrupted by Brion flying through the air, and then Eiling hurling a massive desk at them. It never hit, though, as Geo-Force had enough strength left to halt it's momentum with his gravity powers. Once the three of them stood together next to Captain Nazi, they all looked at the weakened, but still very threatening villain. He told Virgil that the data was useless as the scientists hadn't been able to crack the code of what made him what he was. Well, Static had a ton of data on the flash drive, so he could pick over that on his own time. If wanton destruction was the way to go, then that was that. <br/><br/>He shrugged his shoulders, then rolled his neck. "Say less." Snatching the flash drive from the USB port, he stuffed it in one of his pockets, then set the malware to aggressively gobble up all the data on the servers and corrupt it in the process. At the same time, he held his hands out and lightning started to dance betwen them. Smacking a hand onto the main computer, he surged it with electricity, and blue-white energy crackled throughout the room, jumping from computer to computer and slagging all of them until the acrid smell of melted plastic and scorched metal filled their nostrils. "Well that's handled at least," he said with a look back at the others, including Nazi.<br/><br/> The guy was creepy as shit, but he was an asset. And as much as Huntress thought she hated him and all the things he represented it, Virgil hated it more. But he could see past other people being shit and realized he could control his own actions. Murder, as good as it felt, wasn't what heroes did unless they had no other choice. They didn't just kill because it felt right at the time or because they wanted vigilante justice. And as much as he wanted to pump Nazi with lightning until his heart stopped, the man was a victim right now. <br/><br/>He hated the nuance of navigating the real world. So did Huntress apparently because she shot him in the knee with one of her super bolts, then threatened him and told him how it was. He had to admit her balls were made of solid brass, as even weakened, this was a guy who could give a damn good fight to Shazam and Superman. He was glad Brion was there, though. Otherwise, he probably would have had to confiscate all of HUntress' weapons just so she wouldn't go on a murder rampage. He'd have to talk to her and Brion about checking that.<br/><br/> The last stage of the fight was thankfully over, and between Zod's power and Brion's ability to control gravity, Shaggy Eiling ended up hovering in the air, entirely helpless as all the strength in the world didn't matter if you couldn't touch anything to use it on. "I think you're vastly overrating yourself and the shadow government you work for.<br/><br/> We've got mountains of evidence against you, you big ass raisin. Video, documents, proof you stole a highly dangerous inmate from his containment cell, then brought him here for illegal metahuman experimentation. There ain't a phone call <em>anyone</em> can make to get you out. If you're lucky, they'll just wipe their hands of you instead of finding a way to kill that immortal body of yours. <br/><br/>They've probably got a syringe with somethin' to put you down if they ever get their hands on you again. As for cells that can hold you? Trust, we got that covered too. You're goin nowhere, <em>General</em>," Static spat with nothing but contempt for the man who had used and abused his power for decades in the name of "Protecting the country". Piece of shit human being was all he was in Virgil's eyes. The last thing the man bragged about was the explosion that was going to sink the entire facility into the volcano. Virgil could already tell Eiling had no issue with the setback, as he, Zod, and probably Brion would be the only ones who could survive something like that. <br/><br/>He potentially could with some wild use of his powers, but he didn't want to take the risk if he could help it. "You're old as shit, right Eiling? So you've seen Back to the Future? 1.21 Gigawatts, bitch!!" With a grunt, Static stepped forward and blasted Eiling with the equivalent of one billion watts, about roughly the power a lightning strike generated. It wouldn't kill him. Probably wouldn't do much more than fry all his internal organs, char his bones, etc... But the important thing was his muscles. <br/><br/>No matter how strong you were, electricity caused the muscles to spasm uncontrollably, and the amount he'd just poured into Eiling would have him seizing for...well probably minutes with that freaky bod of his, but enough time for them to escape once that smell of burning flesh vacated their nostrils. "Come on, people. Mission accomplished, so let's get the hell outta here." He still wasn't sure what they'd do with Nazi, but in all the commotion, he'd slipped a tracker onto him so if he ran they'd be able to send one of the League heavy hitters after him. He snapped and his saucer formed as he jumped, then landed perfectly on the platform, ready to haul ass outside.<br/><br/></span><br/>