<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> Seattle Docklands<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Brutal Efficiency[Buckets O' Blood], Ordered to have <em>FUN</em><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Damian, Closed</span><br/><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">"Extinction protocol? We're letting him run <em>that</em> right from the gate?" "Of course; think about it. Psycho meta, crazy strong, in a super suit shows up, decimates the docks, wipes an Intergang cell from the map <em>and</em> gets us our lost shit back? Waller's gonna be happy, her bosses'll be happy. And we won't have her breathing down our necks for a few weeks. Also, all the news outlets are gonna be so far up Krypto's ass that if there was even any though that we were involved, pschew...that went straight out the window." The younger tech scratched his beard, nodding as he began to understand.<br/><br/> "Ahhh, makes sense. Wait, I thought Krypto was the dog?" "Shit, you're right. Baby Supes? Super Lex?" "His <em>designation</em> is Project XIII. Remember that, gentlemen," came the voice of Amanda Waller directly into their ear pieces only for a moment. Just to let them know she was <em>always</em> watching, and one thing she demanded from her men was professionalism. The two quickly got back to monitoring the project. Thirteen's senses normally would have taken note of the extra guest at this party, but the suit was running him more than he was. External cameras fed into the full immersion, 3D HUD in his helmet, giving him 360 degrees of vision that only an enhanced brain could handle experiencing. <br/><br/>Microphones gave him audio cues. All of it was focused on Intergang, so whoever else had shown up was a very lucky person. And the words in his ear were followed to the letter, or else invite the pain and darkness again. After activating Extinction protocols, he waited for a few moments for a belaying of his decision...none came. <br/><br/>The Wall was watching her toy, and seeing just how much fun he could have on his own before she decided to reach out and take a tight grip. No one told him to stop, so he advanced on a man with a single pistol to his name. He was frozen with terror, firing off shots from the 9mm to absolutely no effect. The masked assailant continued to walk toward him before finally catching a bullet, just a single one, with ease, and holding it between thumb and forefinger. Raising it to eye level, he flicked it, launching it toward the lone gunman like a cannon and taking off the upper portion of his skull from having far more force than a gun could ever produce.<br/><br/> He stood and watched the mostly headless body writhe around before falling over, and then he -BOOM!!! BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!! A rocket fired from an Intergang hovertank hit him square in the back, exploding and covering the area in flames. "HELL YEAH! NO ONE COULD SURVIVE THAT! Except maybe Superman, hahahaha" the driver cackled over the intercom of his tank. The laughter echoed around, becoming infectous and causing the others to crack up too, pointing their weapons down as yeah, no way that guy lived through a rocket or four to the face. <br/><br/>Then the flames started to die down, and a massive, steaming figure was standing in the rubble, completely fine. "Nooooo way. NO FUCKING WAY HE LIVED THROUGH THAT!! OPEN UP EVERYTHING! TAKE HIM DOWN NOW!!" More rockets, energy beams, bullets, and more all came Thirteen's way, and finally he seemed to register the flies in his ointment. He caught the closest missile, spinning and throwing it like a football at a jeep with a mounted gun. The explosion didn't bother him the least as he bent his legs and jumped, landing in a group of men and crushing one into pulp beneath his boots.<br/><br/> The remaining guys tried to scatter, unloading their guns the entire time. But it didn't work. Nothing did. He stood there, his head cocked to the side as the nearest henchman just emptied the clip to no avail. Then he chuckled, a cold and mirthless laugh that sealed the fate of a dozen men as he unleashed a particularly brutal combination of his strength and speed, blitzing from man to man and hitting them with body shattering blows (https://thumbs.gfycat.com/NearHastyBlackcrappie-size_restricted.gif). He used a few as projectiles, then ended with a barrage of punches that came at the end of short bursts of speed, adding even more impact to the blows that sent dead mean sailing through the air like movie stuntmen.<br/><br/> "What the fuck is he? I ain't never seen no one move that fast and hit that hard. Call the cops! Call the League. Fuck it, call anyone!" No one had expected the men to be smart, and actually invite help to deal with a massive problem and worry about the consequences later...no one except Amanda Waller, as she'd already jammed all of their communications before Thirteen even made land fall. Completely oblivious to the other battle taking place, the armored puppet methodically tracked down every single Interganger and finished them. Causing a record number of flatlines in a very short amount of time. <br/><br/>It wasn't until an explosion not caused or pointed at him popped inside a different warehouse, followed by that warehouse collapsing, that Thirteen even looked away from the blood bath and body shop he'd left in his wake. Even his suit seemed more red than black now. Looking over his shoulder at the damage, Thirteen wasn't aware of the guy running up to stab him with a knife. When he did, the blade simply stopped against his suit, only for him to twist hard and shatter it. <br/><br/>The man yelped, begging forgiveness as he tried to run, only for Thirteen to grab him by the ankle, sling him over his head and back onto the pavement with a sick <em>SQUELCH</em>. He didn't see anyone still moving, and didn't sense any life signs from the men he'd brutalized, but that explosion behind him meant another loose end to tie up. Steam vented from his helmet, then he turned and walked toward the warehouse. Then he stopped, noticing a fight going on up top on one of the cranes. He stood where he was, looking up at the little armored man dance away from the big one covered in tech and tubes.<br/><br/> "One altered human on the scene, possible technological meta. I believe he's in charge. One armored individual fighting him. No power readings from that one. Impact on the mission is negligible. Orders?" "You've already enacted Extinction Protocols. So make them disappear like the dinosaurs." "Affirmative. Continuing Extinction." Whoever was running this cell was no joke, as he ripped the crane apart and dropped it down to the docks below. But his mistake, was dropping it directly on Thirteen's head. <br/><br/>To Damian, it would appear as if he simply stood there and was buried beneath the rubble. Dust and debris flew everywhere as the massive crane's impact was felt throughout the docks, followed by an explosion from the damaged unit. Maybe ten seconds later, small stones on the ground started to clatter around, things began to hover and float, and then the dust was repelled by an invisible force, dispersing all at once and revealing a crater. Thirteen was within that crater, his arms crossed over his head and holding up the portion of the crane that had fallen on him. <br/><br/>Standing to his full height, he threw it to the side, rolled his neck, and jumped out. "Ooooooh, he seems plenty strong. Thirteen, have some fun with him. Don't kill him if you can help it, but if you can't...at least <em>entertain</em> me," came the dulcet orders of the one voice he could never disobey. "Understood. Commencing <em>fun</em>." Reaching behind him, the thick cable of the crane's hook flew into his hand, and he squeezed hard enough to embed his fingers into the corded steel. "Whoa. That's his telekinesis?!" "Yeah, we got it up and running a while ago, but it's a biological component, we can't just let him use it all the time or he'd really be unstoppable. Can you imagine a Kryptonian who doesn't <em>need</em> to touch you to crush you? It's scary, man. But we got a tight leash on our dog."<br/><br/>"RRRAARGH!!!", he shouted as he swung the damaged hook around like a gigantic flail. His aim was slightly off though, and it dug a furrow a foot or two away from the Intergang leader. "I have orders to bring you in. I also have orders to kill you if bringing you in ceases to be an option." He didn't explain anymore than that, instead choosing to drop his makeshift weapon and rush his opponent with his head low and his shoulder out.<br/></span><br/>