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Post by Romans Empire on Dec 19, 2007 11:57:40 GMT -5
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Post by Romans Empire on Dec 19, 2007 11:58:28 GMT -5
The Suicide Squad Issue 18: "Africa" Part Two Written by Jay McIntyre Cover by Roy Flinchum Edited by John Elbe
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Post by Romans Empire on Dec 19, 2007 11:59:08 GMT -5
“The darkest thing about Africa has always been our ignorance of it.”
--George Kimble
“I dream of an Africa which is in peace with itself.”
--Nelson Mandela
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Post by Romans Empire on Dec 19, 2007 11:59:45 GMT -5
Her name was Rita Lopez, but she normally answered to Monstergirl. Her powers were two; first, she could take a monstrous, alien form to fight, and second she could shape shift more traditionally to look like anyone else. She had--very briefly--attempted to be a hero, but being a villain was much more fun. She had come to Africa to lay low when things got a little too hot in her native Ecuador; and when offered a job in one of the many local ‘disagreements’ she had happily signed up.
But she had not expected to be chosen as leader; to ride herd on a group of villains she'd never even heard of, let alone met.
First there was the fellow in the red robes and the skull mask. He had automatic syringes strapped to each finger, loaded with poison. His name, apparently, was Hellborne. She rolled her eyes at that. He might have snickered in response, she wasn't sure. It was hard to hear anything he said through that mask.
She had never learned the next man's name. He had no mask; apparently he had no secret identity to protect. He had a long blade strapped to each arm; his costume was black with green stripes. His hair was black and slicked back; he had fierce green eyes, a cleft chin and stubble. He did not talk much; and seemed to live for carving people up.
Then there was the withered old man they called Lazarus. He had no costume to speak of, just a bitter old man in plaid shirt and black slacks, myopic eyes hidden behind glasses. He claimed to be a man out of time. Nobody took his claim seriously. But they did take his powers seriously; all he had to do was touch you, and your powers were nullified for days. He did not ‘borrow’ the powers per se, but he did become a bit more spry afterwards, for a little while.
Last there was Colonel Machano, leader of the special ops forces. He was strong enough to break a man; he had prided himself on breaking the backs of fourteen men so far. He could punch through concrete. He was the only one of the team Monstergirl had considered having relations with, but he was so intense, spoke no Spanish or English, and from she understood was an African Nationalist of the first order, seeing her and the others as tools to an end, the end being his vision of an African Imperial power.
Backing him up were two-dozen special ops troops. Three of them had been in on the attempted hit on Tawaba, and had been disciplined for their failure. They were shaken up but also determined. Their paymaster, a thin-faced man who they only knew as the Commander, had taken his orders down a phone line from someone else. Someone inside the Tawaba organization; apparently it was a “palace revolution” of sorts. Monstergirl didn’t bother with the details; she just wanted to get her money and get out.
“All right,” he spat in badly accented English (a language Monstergirl understood; he was using it for the benefits of her little crew, who all spoke that language), “Our leader has agreed to your terms for more money. Now we will go to the castle, kill Tawaba, kill his wife, and kill the vigilantes. Kill them all! Only then will you be paid!” He didn’t wait for an answer as he turned and spoke to Machano and the troopers in their own tongue.
Less than five minutes later, they set out, going around the incoming group of metahumans who would find nothing but an empty base.
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Post by Romans Empire on Dec 19, 2007 12:00:12 GMT -5
Catman led the way, with Knockout and her pet Parademon just behind him. The beast from Apokolips unnerved him; as someone who knew animals well, Catman understood that this was indeed a force of nature, not a sentient being. Knockout controlled it, but he wasn’t at all sure of the tightness of that metaphorical leash.
The tracks had already faded out; really, what did they expect them to do here? To keep going in the same general direction that the tracks had been going, to be sure. But why was he still on point when there were no tracks to follow? Surely Knockout and her pet killing machine were more apropos?
Mind you, if he had been in Knockout’s shoes, he would have turned the Parademon against the team, and taken over, leaving the government behind and setting up shop as an independent operator himself. But Knockout apparently had developed some sense of honor and obligation, or something equally ridiculous. Catman had learned not to waste time with such things when his old life was bought--stolen, really--out from under him.
But he did not have the Parademon; all he had was a need to keep his head down. That obligation in Vegas had been taken care of, but for now, at least, he had to follow orders and stay on the Squad.
They bulled forward in a straight line for perhaps twenty more minutes, and then came out into the clear. Some distance away there was a flattened parade ground, mud squashed by what had been many marching feet, a command post, and numerous tents.
“This was the enemy base,” Catman realized almost immediately. “But they’re gone!”
“They left before we got here; they’re on their way to the palace!” Manhunter was frantic. “Back! Back!!”
“Outflanked us,” Knockout cursed. In the dark language of Apokolips, she ordered the Parademon to fly ahead, to catch any of the enemy he could with his flight speed. The Parademon was obviously nervous about leaving his Mistress behind, but also understood he had to catch the enemy.
Manhunter didn’t waste any time trying to get Knockout to order the Parademon not to kill, he had much more pressing priorities. He opened his communicator.
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Post by Romans Empire on Dec 19, 2007 12:00:37 GMT -5
Vixen, Terra and Electrocutioner formed a rough triangle around the Royals.
“I don’t like this waiting,” Terra muttered.
“No choice,” Electrocutioner said.
“We have to rely on the guards to keep a lookout,” said Vixen.
“I know, I know. It’s just...I feel like we’re sitting ducks here.” Terra wrinkled her nose.
“Relax kid,” Electrocutioner advised her. “We’ll make it through.”
“So reassuring,” Terra stuck her tongue out at him, “Coming from a man with a battery stuck up his--”
“Enough sniping,” Vixen snapped. “Stay focused.”
‘They are nervous,” King Tawaba said. “It is understandable. I feel much the same. Our foe will attack.”
Vixen was about to answer when her communicator bleeped. “Yes?”
“We found their base,” Manhunter said without preamble. “It’s deserted. They’re coming for you. No idea how many, but Catman says there were over thirty troops here, plus possible metas. We’re chasing, trying to catch them, but we don’t even know where they are. Knockout sent the Parademon on ahead to try to find them....”
“But chances are, they’ll get here first,” Vixen sighed. She was not really surprised. She turned to the King. “Is there any way we can surprise them?”
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Post by Romans Empire on Dec 19, 2007 12:00:59 GMT -5
Uzangi stood impatiently on the roof of the Palace, waiting for the enforcers to come. He knew they would get here before the rest of the Squad, and that the three remaining Squad members below would be no match for his forces. Soon a new day would dawn. His day. He would rule all.
He had disdained any protection, saying he would “face their enemies.” No doubt the guards thought he would use his powers as a witch doctor to protect himself. Indeed, he did have several spells handy; and could tap into dark powers that most would never dream of. He knew the names of Neron and other fell powers. But today he would not do that unless his cover was blown; today he was to be the surviving member of the Royal Cabinet, here to guide the people through this time of trouble.
He smiled to himself.
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Post by Romans Empire on Dec 19, 2007 12:01:27 GMT -5
The Parademon saw the rearguard of the enemy forces in the distance. He flew on ahead, faster and faster, trying to catch them.
One of them saw him. He shouted to Machano, who conferred with the Commander. Machano hefted a rocket launcher. It was small on his massive shoulder. He fired.
The Parademon almost contemptuously swatted the rocket with his axe, and was astonished when it exploded. It did him no real harm, but it knocked him from the sky, and he landed hard on the ground, stunned.
Several of the troopers wanted to go back and finish him, but shouts and threats from the Commander and Machano got them in line. They would kill the King and Queen first; they could mop up any surviving enemies afterwards.
Dazed, groggy, and unable to follow--at least for the moment--the Parademon only knew he had failed his Mistress.
And that hurt him more than any enemy weapon ever could.
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Post by Romans Empire on Dec 19, 2007 12:01:52 GMT -5
Monstergirl led the costumed villains, while the Commander and Colonel Machano led the troops. They had apparently dispatched the one costumed fool that had so far tried to catch up. Monstergirl was vaguely worried about that, actually; it reminded her of the winged ‘demons’ from the alien invasion.
But there was no more time to reflect on it; they had almost reached the Palace. “Try to stick together,” she said to the others, “And not behave like flailing idiots.”
“Be assured I know what to do, young lady,” Lazarium sniffed. He was sitting on the shoulders of one of Machano’s long-suffering troopers; the image was rather ridiculous.
“We can do it, puta,” the man in black with the arm-blades sneered.
Instantly she shifted to monster form and grabbed him by the throat. “I’m so glad. And you just threw away whatever chance you might have had with me, loser,” she snarled.
He said nothing more, but he did not cough or splutter, and his eyes remained defiant.
“Save the fighting for the enemy. They will be here, some of them at least.” The Commander was grim. “The splitting of their party was foreseen.”
“What about our inside man?” Lazarium asked.
The Commander smiled. “I will know him. Leave him to me.”
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Post by Romans Empire on Dec 19, 2007 12:02:15 GMT -5
The palace guards advanced to meet the invaders, firing their weapons. This, of course, what the troopers were for. Those that had been in on the black ops assassination attempt the night before. The two small armies exchanged fire; AK 47s and Uzis, mostly. Three palace defenders and five invaders fell.
Machano’s powers did not include any kind of invulnerability, and he knew as well as any that bulletproof vests could only do so much. So he ducked and bobbed and dived and followed Monstergirl’s group into the palace, dragging Lazarium after him after the soldier who had been supporting the old man fell.
The palace guard tried to move in to stop them, but the invading troopers clashed, forcing them back.
The Commander began to climb to the roof, knowing that was where Uzangi would be. It was not an easy task, but he had come prepared with claws. Firing a few shots to keep the palace guard off him, he made it to the walls and began to climb. Mountaineering, or climbing of any sort for that matter, was not his strong point, but he would manage.
He had always gotten his way, and today would be no exception. He smiled at the thought.
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Post by Romans Empire on Dec 19, 2007 12:02:41 GMT -5
Monstergirl and Colonel Machano led their little troupe through the palace, but it seemed to be...empty?
“They cannot have gone!” Hellborne almost shouted from behind his mask. It was the most emotion he’d ever shown to them.
“The basement,” Lazarium said. “Check the basement!”
Monstergirl lead them down, Machano dragging a hapless Lazarium in tow.
The three Squad members were waiting for them, the Royals standing defiant between them.
“Damn,” Vixen said. “I’d hoped you wouldn’t find us so soon.”
“A good delaying tactic,” Lazarium nodded, “But wisdom and experience wins every time.”
“Your friends won’t get here till it’s too late,” Monstergirl said. “This can be easy or hard.”
“Oh yeah, like you’d just let us walk away, right?” Terra sneered.
“And besides, we wouldn’t go anyway,” Electrocutioner added. “I will enjoy frying you losers.”
Machano apparently thought that was enough talk; he charged. He was astonished when Vixen met him, as she called upon the powers of a rhino. They slammed together, and it was Machano who was knocked back, wincing in pain and disbelief.
Monstergirl shifted once again into her bestial form and closed in on Terra. “Time to die, little girl,” she snarled.
Terra’s grin was most unpleasant. “I don’t think so....”
The ground erupted.
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Post by Romans Empire on Dec 19, 2007 12:03:07 GMT -5
Uzangi was puzzled and startled when the Commander climbed onto the roof.
“What are you doing up here? You should be down below with the others!”
“Oh yes,” the Commander sneered. “Risking my life and limb for your power.”
The building shook a little, and they both swayed on their feet. “Seems the Americans are putting up quite a fight,” the Commander remarked thoughtfully. “You didn’t give me enough money to buy some real heavy hitters. But that’s all right; the Monster-girl and our own good Colonel should be strong enough. I’ll have to clean up after your mess, of course. Follow through seems to be your problem.”
Uzangi was many things, but stupid wasn’t one of them. He understood from the Commander’s casual, insolent attitude that this was a coup within a coup, against him.
He also understood that he should have been below now, pretending to defend Tawaba until it was too late. That was one mistake. Not expecting the Commander to turn on him was another.
To give him credit, he was fast, he began to cast the quickest offensive spell he had; but that was not nearly fast enough.
The Commander shot him three times.
As he sunk to the rooftop, dying, he felt a sinking feeling in his guts that had nothing to do with his mortal wounds. This simply wasn’t supposed to happen.... and what was worse, he knew the dark powers would wring him out to dry for his failure.
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Post by Romans Empire on Dec 19, 2007 12:03:35 GMT -5
Vixen was still clashing with Machano. They seemed about evenly matched, locked in a stalemate. They brawled all over the place, pummeling each other, throwing each other into walls and so forth.
Terra had ripped open the basement floor, and Monstergirl had fallen unexpectedly into the chasm that resulted. Terra had to be careful with her powers, not to bring the entire palace crashing down on their heads. It galled her to limit her powers so, increasing her ever-present anger; but she had to help save the King and Queen.
She didn’t like it much, saving a monarch from an enemy; it stirred up far too many painful memories for her. But she fueled her anger with those memories and unleashed her powers against her enemies of the moment.
Monstergirl clawed her way with difficulty up out of the chasm and lunged at Terra. Panicking, Terra blasted her back with another rock barrage; Monstergirl’s form could take a LOT of punishment.
Hellborne, the old man Lazarium, and the nameless blade-armed man closed in on the Electrocutioner.
“Three to one,” the blade man sneered.
“No contest,” Electrocutioner said, and unleashed his lightning.
The bolts of electricity arced into all three of them. Hellborne’s syringes full of chemicals shattered and his poisons boiled away to vapor. He fell screaming, rolling around. The blade man sunk to his knees, his weapons conducting the electricity. Old man Lazarium stiffened and fell over, feeling as though his heart was going to stop in his chest.
“You guys ever seen Return of the Jedi?” Electrocutioner asked conversationally. “You know, ‘If you will not be turned, you will be destroyed!’? Love that movie. Mind you, watching Palps fry Yoda was pretty fun too....”
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Post by Romans Empire on Dec 19, 2007 12:04:15 GMT -5
The palace guard were better trained and more efficient than the invaders, and were fighting for more than money. As had been proven so many times before, mercenaries were not that reliable.
But they did not break or run. They stood their ground and fought, taking as many of the Palace Guard with them as they could.
That was when the rest of the Squad arrived, a recovering Parademon in tow. And the Parademon was angry.
Very, very angry.
He descended on the battlefield with power and fury. Knockout had a hard time making sure he didn’t kill the palace guards, as well.
Enchantress, Frost and Manhunter tore into the leftovers, and things were over very quickly. The last of the invaders was frozen into a block of ice, Frost grinning unpleasantly at him. The surviving palace guards held their guns uncertainly, not sure if the Squad was still on their side or not.
“Do not provoke him!” Knockout shouted. “You have seen his power!”
A few of the survivors understood English. Shaken and nodding, they lowered their weapons. Knockout held the Parademon back physically, whispering to him in the dark tongue until he subsided.
“Where are the others?” Manhunter demanded.
“Basement,” one of the guards said in a thick accent.
The Squad charged inside.
The Commander, who had climbed back down the roof in the confusion, nodded to himself and slunk in after them, unseen by the guards.
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Post by Romans Empire on Dec 19, 2007 12:04:51 GMT -5
They entered the basement. Electrocutioner had come to the aid of Terra, who was having a hard time containing Monstergirl without bringing the whole building down. His electricity rippled over her monster form, and she screamed in rage but would not go down. Terra pummeled her with more rocks, then attempted to make her sink in quicksand, but Monstergirl kept clawing her way out.
Enchantress made a sweeping, dismissive gesture, and Monstergirl shifted back to human form and collapsed.
Terra raised an eyebrow. “You going soft, witchy?”
“You’re welcome,” Enchantress said dryly. “I was thinking we would need one left alive for questioning”.
Machano was still fighting Vixen, but then Knockout joined the fray. One surgically precise punch sent him reeling back to Vixen, who picked him up and slammed him into the floor headfirst. He did not get up again.
They quietly began to mop up, believing it was over. The blade-armed man was dead, but Lazarium was surprisingly alive, as was Hellborne. Knockout and the Parademon took them away. Vixen dragged Machano out after.
Manhunter lifted Monstergirl out of the hole in the cellar floor. “Rouse her, Enchantress. We’ll start the interrogation with her.”
Enchantress cast the spell to waken Monstergirl, when the Commander stepped out of hiding and pointed his pistol at the Royals. He knew he was finished, but he wanted the satisfaction of taking at least one of his targets down with him.
Terra saw him, shouted a warning, and summoned a dust swarm to throw at him. But as she did, the Commander fired.
The dust in his eyes was enough to throw off his aim, and instead of hitting either King Tawaba or Queen Uwabe, his bullet slammed into Terra’s left shoulder. It punched through her flesh and flew on, expending itself harmlessly against a wall. Terra sat down hard, screaming a string of curses.
Catman whirled and decapitated the Commander with one swift stroke.
“You okay?” Electrocutioner asked Terra, kneeling before her.
“Do I look okay, idiot?!” she all but shrieked.
“Clean wound,” he muttered. “We’ve got no field dressing here. Let me cauterize the hole.”
“I can handle--” Enchantress began, but he had already zapped Terra’s shoulder. She shrieked a little, then blinked back tears.
“Wasn’t so bad.” She said, examining the damage. “Heh, my first battle scar. Thanks, I think, Zap man.”
“Welcome,” Electrocutioner grinned his sour, unshaven grin.
It was only then they noticed Monstergirl had gotten away.
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Post by Romans Empire on Dec 19, 2007 12:05:16 GMT -5
She had woken when Enchantress had roused her, and escaped in the confusion. They didn’t know she could do normal shape shifting as well as take a monstrous form; she had taken the likeness of a palace guard, and then quietly slipped away.
Being a villain had worked about as well for her as being a hero; maybe she should just use her powers to disappear completely. Vanish into the milling masses of the world.
She had been a hero; she had been a villain, now she would be everybody, and nobody.
That was probably the best thing to be.
By the time the Squad came back out of the palace, she was almost a mile away, hiding in the city, disguised as one of its inhabitants.
She would lay low here for a few days, and then move on.
Europe perhaps. Spain, or maybe Portugal.
She had plenty of time to make up her mind.
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Post by Romans Empire on Dec 19, 2007 12:05:48 GMT -5
The Squad's plane took off, leaving the Dark Continent behind. But it was not so dark as it had once been.
“Africa is growing and changing,” Vixen said, smiling softly.
Mark had no frame of reference for what she was experiencing, so he just held her hand.
“How do you know there won’t be another attempt on their lives?” She asked, expression shifting to concern.
“I’m sure our ‘friends’ in Checkmate will take care of that,” he said dryly. “Besides, I think they’re more aware now.”
Vixen was still troubled. “We never did find out who the ringleader was. Machano didn’t know.”
“Remember the dead guy on the roof? I rather think there was a falling out between him and the field commander.”
“We’ll never know,” she sighed.
“Probably we never will,” he agreed.
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Post by Romans Empire on Dec 19, 2007 12:06:09 GMT -5
Terra sat alone, with a bandage wrapped around her shoulder.
She had saved the life of a royal family. Granted, nothing like her own family, but even so. Even so...it was most disconcerting. She had taken a bullet for them. She wasn’t sure how she felt about that.
She lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply, eyes expressionless. She said nothing to anyone on the long flight back.
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Post by Romans Empire on Dec 19, 2007 12:08:03 GMT -5
June turned around in her chair and looked at Killer Frost and Electrocutioner giggling together, holding hands. She closed her eyes and bit her lip. Why should those two...criminals...have happiness and her be denied.
Enchantress’ words came to her again; “It comes down to doing your duty.... or having what you want.”
Do I really want to do this? She asked herself.
Enchantress remained conspicuously silent. But June knew she was watching and waiting.
June was scared, terribly scared.... but she was also needy and felt terribly alone.
“.... doing your duty.... or having what you want....”
She put her hand on Mitch’s. “Mitch.... when we get back...”
“Yes?” He looked at her.
“I want to spend the night with you.”
Mitch smiled sadly. “I appreciate the thought, June, I really do. But I think that would be moving too fast--”
She clenched her hand more firmly on top of his, and tapped into the power Enchantress had given her. “I said, I want to spend the night with you.”
For a moment their linked hands glowed a sickly green, then the green was in his eyes. Then it faded.
“Well.... if that’s what you really want...” Mitch said uncertainly.
“It is,” she said firmly.
She kissed him, then blew back a sigh and sat back in her chair.
What have I done?
The plane flew over the Atlantic, back towards home.
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Post by Romans Empire on Dec 19, 2007 12:08:24 GMT -5
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