<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GRW6cpjbu8I/T6jEgQeNnkI/AAAAAAAAAcA/CiugPakwvAQ/s1600/Avengers_Aircraftcarrier_ver01_062310_SJ_web.jpg)</div></div><br/>High above the world, in one of many  Hellicarriers belonging to H.A.M.M.E.R, a group of four transport ships landed. Each of them carrying one soldier. Each of these soldiers were pure homo sapien. None of them had anything remotely close to superpowers, unless proper military training and a killer instinct counts as superpowers.<br/><br/>"Are you sure these four are the best we have?" Norman Osborn asked with a scowl, an expression he wears fairly often when cameras aren't rolling. Behind him, sullen-faced Victoria Hand  stood, tablet in hand as she surveyed the records of the incoming soldiers. "They are the best of the best sir, even Ares approves of them" she said, pushing up her glass which have slid down her nose. Norman responded by muttering something under his breath. "If the god of war himself approves, at least we can be sure that these men and women are soulless bastards. Frankly, i like soulless bastards. They make for good soldiers" he said , walking out onto the deck. He wasn't wearing his Iron Patriot armor at the moment, opting instead for a sharp bussiness suit with an expensive tie that flutters about in the wind as the transport ships landed. Four separate doors opened and for the first time ever, Osborn got a look at his killers.<br/><br/>"Welcome ladies and gentlemen!" he yelled, beating the sound of the ship's engines. "Name and Rank!" he demanded.