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Author: DamienTheRed
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After a moment Damien responds, “I don’t think I’ll be able to…”
With a slight note of indignation and impatience The Doctor snaps back, “You owe me big for what I did for you. Besides, a motley team of under experienced heroes is having a lot of difficulty and what if they end up getting killed because the only help available refused?”
So, he reconsiders it for a minute and changes his mind, “Ok… I’ll do it,” and The Doctor instantly replies with an explanation of the situation that sounded oddly rehearsed. “Excellent! You’ll be going down to Steel Canyon to an abandoned Crey warehouse. Your first priority will be to save the heroes there before you even look for the King. Then you will destroy the body, extract the brain and deliver it to the Cooke’s Electronics clerk, he’ll know what to do with it.”
Already nervous he acknowledges his instructions with a faltering yes and hangs up the phone rushing for his closet. Unexpectedly he does not open it but slides open a panel on the wall to reveal a number pad and routinely enters the code. Then the closet rotates to reveal the suit restored to new. Only he never repaired the suit it must have onboard nanobots to make repairs. He puts on the armor with more care than when he had the first time and ran out his front door while the suit powered up.
Soon he arrived at the underground parking garage standing in front of a normal street bike, but when he got on the back removed it’s camouflage to reveal the Hell Bringer. So he did what anyone else would do on a motorcycle, revved the engine and peeled out of the parking garage making his way to Steel Canyon.
Within half a mile he could hear the crashes and explosions, an obvious sign of battle, and he drove faster and spotted the crowd of reporters and such around the warehouse. “No need to play it quiet,” he says to himself as he sits up and takes aim at the wall of the building with his glowing right arm. A second later a solid beam of fire shot out for the building making a massive hole in the wall leaving him to drive freely in.
The place was mostly empty until he found a corridor that seemed to be stuffed with scrap metal. Then he noticed the arcing of electricity through it all and he realized it was an army of clockwork. And at that moment the clockwork found him and turned to fire their electric charges at him, but before they could raise their oddly shaped arms a wall of fire progressed down the corridor issuing from the flamethrower under his mouth guard. The clockwork were thrown back into the opposite wall fifty feet back and melted to each other and helpless.
“There goes the easy part,” he mused to himself trying to make it easier on his conscience
To be concluded…
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