<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? [Bit of both]<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Open, Vixen, Supergirl, Stargirl</span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> Between Supergirl's final assault, and Stargirl blasting the remainder, every soldier in the room was effectively taken down. More were already on the way, but they had been granted a small reprieve. Not much time, but they could take a deep breath and prepare for the next wave. Before they could be saved by the normalness of more soldiers, and the annoying to deal with, but completely reasonable G-Elves, <em>he</em> appeared. One moment he wasn't there, and then the next he was. <br/><br/>And there he stood, slowly surveying the scene before him, and stopping near Vixen, the supposed leader of this group. She was doing <em>something</em> to him. He couldn't figure out what, but he was much calmer as he stood near her. And something about this girl made him feel strange; feelings and sensations that were as alien to the clone as he was to the natural order of things.<br/><br/>"Ma'am, the G-Elves, as well as another squad of soldiers and a few Gnomes are on their way to the intruders. " "No need," Amanda said as she pulled them back. "Thirteen's there. And whether they know it or they don't, he is <em>not</em> a problem they want or one they can deal with. So let's just watch the festivities," she said as she held out a hand, and several moments later a cup of coffee was placed into it.<br/><br/>In his head was the only safe place Thirteen had. They couldn't read his thoughts due to his powers, but everything else was fair game. So right now, he was fighting an internal battle that he would admit he was losing...if he was allowed to speak. The strange woman who smelled "primal" seemed to have a connection with him, one that he could actually feel. <br/><br/>He'd been standing there for a few minutes and hadn't attacked yet, so something was working. When the girl made of electricity drained the power from the room and left, it was the first time Thirteen seemed to react to something aside from Vixen. He hadn't even been paying attention to the red energy concentrating at the tip of Stargirl's staff. The little trinket meant nothing to him. Finally, as Vixen reached out to touch him, he seemed to mirror her. Tentatively reaching a hand out to run up her arm...<br/><br/>SNAP!!!<br/><br/>The armored man didn't seem to have moved, but for some reason several seconds later, a loud crack, like the sound of a bone being forcefully broken by superhuman force echoed through the quieted room. He'd snapped Vixen's arm at the wrist, up to the elbow so fast, that she wouldn't feel pain for a few seconds, and the break happened faster than the sound that accompanied it. <br/><br/>"I'm sorry. She's...she's in my HEAD!!!!" He cried out in pain, lashing out with an open palm and launching Vixen away from him and through a row of desks and computers. "RUN!!" He couldn't stop himself, so all he could do was try to warn them away. Waller's hold on him was powerful, nearly absolute. He wasn't strong enough to break it, but he was strong enough to be her weapon until she was done with him. She'd told him that personally several times, while holding his literal kill switch. <br/><br/>Turning to the two blonds left in the room, the visor of his helmet slid up to reveal a pair of icy blue eyes that suddenly turned red before a lance of heat energy fired toward the girl wearing the S on her chest. For the other, he used his telekinesis to pick up computers, monitors, guns, bodies. He aimed them all at Stargirl and launched them like shrapnel. Like always, Thirteen followed his orders. And just like always, he felt horrible just <em>watching</em> as he complied to orders forced upon him. And now he was going to kill the only people to ever help him. It seemed he was destined to be CADMUS property until his dying breath. Well...at least one person had been kind to him. He'd remember her fondly after her death.<br/></span>