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theknightofivanhoe · 4 months

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Justice League: Question’s Hard Drive Ch 4: Assembling the Team

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In a dark, dilapidated warehouse laden with dirty, rusted crates and oil drums, a tall, black-haired man with a thin moustache, wearing brown trousers and jacket over a black shirt was following another man whose jaw was as large as a brick, his hair neatly trimmed and chocolate brown.

“So Colonel…” the moustached man spoke up in a smooth, slightly deep voice as they walked on, “Been meaning to ask you something,” “What? Five years not looking attractive already, Lawton?” asked the brick-jawed colonel Rick Flagg, who did indeed wear the formal dark blue suit of a US army officer. “You ‘do’ remember the other option’s no years at all? I.E, years of having a head?” “Hey, I’m well aware five was the agreement.” the mercenary Floyd Lawton, codenamed Deadshot, clarified to him. “Just want to let you know,” he continued as Flagg led him on through the grimy building, “A little girl of mine’s just made it to eighth grade.” Flagg only inclined his head to the man, but turned back and kept walking. Floyd decided to prod a little further. “Surely it’d be possible to schedule a vi - ” “This is serious stuff we’re assigning you for, Lawton.” Colonel Flagg flatly interrupted him. “Missions for CADMUS leave no room for family reunions.” Halfway through walking, Floyd felt himself twitch in surprise and a certain amount of outrage. “Excuse me?” “You heard me, soldier.” Flagg stated, leading Floyd towards a table. “Just be glad your little tyke’s going places, while you stick to the task at hand.”

Despite the withering scowl on his moustached face, Floyd took a chair while his boss towered above him on the other side of the table. “So, what costumed chumps do I draw a bead on this time?” he asked, deciding to cut to the chase. “It seems our League friends have set out to hamstring CADMUS’ activities.” Flagg explained to him. “There has been a breach at one of our office buildings by two individuals connected to the League who have claimed valuable data.” “Any way we can track them?” Floyd questioned, deciding to push aside the whole daughter issue, for now at least. “We have already sent out recon units to pick up a trail just until a team can move in and recover this data.” Flagg told him. The convict/mercenary smirked up at the bulky, imposing colonel. “I was just gonna say, if they even get your info as far as the Watchtower, we’re basically asking to go through the last mission all over again.” “Glad you remember.” Flagg cut in with a growing frown. “And in case you forget, we’re one explosives specialist short thanks in no small part to your trigger-happy stunts.” “Okay, okay, I know, Plastique was a big loss. So any fresh recruits you’re calling in for this one?” Floyd asked, aware of Flagg’s rather low opinion towards him and others who operated outside the law. Flagg gave him an even darker look.

“Lucky for you, Lawton, CADMUS is sending you on this mission in good company, the sort that’s every bit the same lowlife criminal scum as you.” This idea of ‘good company’ got Floyd raising an eyebrow. “Once the data is tracked, you’ll be taking point while your mission leader handles everything else.” Flagg stated as he folded his powerful arms. “And this leader…” Floyd responded with a finger to his pointed chin, “Anything in particular I should know about him. Or her?” “Yeah, there is. That he’s had some previous…connection with one of our targets.” The colonel grimaced for a moment before continuing. “Also, I was against calling him up from the very start, but my superiors won the debate. *And* he’s someone I’m sure you’ll get along with. Famously…”

With a mind as sharp as his shooting, Floyd couldn’t help but catch something else in the colonel’s plan. “There’s something else too. Why does it somehow sound like you’re not gonna be on this one?” “You’re right actually.” Flagg grimly answered. “I won’t be joining you on this one. Getting this data back from these two Leaguers requires types that are too nasty even for them. And I don’t fancy mixing in with those who are nasty even by your…already low standards.” “Right. Don’t want the true American hero dirtying his patriotic pinkies with all the blood that comes with saving his great ol’ coun - ” Both hands smacking down hard on the tabletop, Flagg leaned towards the mercenary in aggravation. “Watch it, Lawton…” he snarled, the backchat grinding on his nerves. “I may be leaving you in this guy’s capable hands just in the hopes of wiping that stupid grin off your face.” “Boy, I can’t wait.” Floyd half-growled, sarcasm laced in his voice like poison in a dart. The colonel seemed to be restraining himself from physical violence, straightening and breathing in lightly. “Well, now that you’re filled in…” he said as his eyes darted past Floyd, “Your stuff is in that case.” The moustached assassin turned and saw a grey rectangular case on the floor. “The mission leader will debrief you on the data recovery, including what you’ll be up against. You’ll take a chopper and report to him at Miss Waller’s helipad. So get suited up, pronto.”

“So…heard you guys have had a little trouble with some data…” The tall, lanky-looking man, whose whole face was cloaked by the shadows of the half-lit office, threw himself back into a chair in front of a desk, behind which sat the short-haired, heavyset black woman smartly dressed in a blue jacket, Amanda Waller, one of the heads of the CADMUS organisation. The glow of her desk’s lamp reflected off the man’s hair, which was styled in a greased-up pompadour, while his eyes shone with a certain desire for some thrills and spills, possibly even for violence in the bargain. Behind him stood a tall, burly henchman.

“You heard correctly. This theft has been unlike any other mission the League has staged.” Amanda Waller informed the man sternly. “Previous activities have always ventured into reckless shows of force, teams of these abnormal beings and disguised vigilantes staging all-out assaults on whatever their enemies, including CADMUS, throw at them.” This man, who had been selected for this new mission, listened with merely a casual amount of interest, having heard news (particularly through the criminal underworld grapevine) about the Justice League’s attempts at heroics. “So what about this one? Please, indulge me” he persuaded with plenty of confidence and cunning in his smooth, charming voice, before the frowning, no-nonsense Waller set a folder onto the table.

“These two intruders left all of the building’s security personnel utterly incapacitated. Currently they are in traction.” she continued. “Did our gallant heroes attempt any negotiations before doing this?” the stranger inquired. “I have to admit, I’ve not known any of their type to get so down and dirty.” “Negotiations were never offered. Clearly the League has grown uncharacteristically desperate.” Waller explained as she looked from the man to the folder. “Those in condition to speak gave descriptions that match those of the individuals detailed in these profiles.”

She opened the folder and the pompadour-sporting figure turned his focus to the two sheets and photos of the perpetrators behind this theft. First was the man in the fedora and tie, his face completely blank, no eyes, nose or mouth anywhere. There seemed to be only skin where his face should be. The newly-recruited boss had heard of some guy like this snooping around a few streets and alleys before. What truly caught his eye, though, was the young woman in the other profile. Through that horned mask, her dark eyes held arrogant majesty and unbound ferocity in equal measure. Her proud, smooth face, around which silky black hair elegantly cascaded, was enough for him to simply lock his gaze upon her ravishing beauty, his eyes gleaming as thoughts started to pour into his mind.

“These two choices indicate how aggressive the League has become lately.” He glanced back at Amanda Waller upon hearing her further elaborate on the robbery. “Most dismiss Subject A himself as a crackpot, an eccentric digging into conspiracy theories that needn’t be dug into.” “And yet he has data too sensitive to your little operations.” the man reminded her, leaning back in his chair nonchalantly. “A colleague of ours, Roulette, recommended you for CADMUS because, young man, she has reason to believe that you have a past…” Waller went on, folding her hands together, “A past with Subject B; Subject A’s recent partner. She joined the League after your little encounter with her in Gotham City. Her days with the League ended when a vendetta of hers against another mobster turned her into a maverick, too unstable and rash, even for the worst of their circus freaks.” “I always liked that babe…” The lanky man’s voice grew silken with interest as he eyed the file on this ‘maverick’ his employer referred to. “I need you to be serious about this…” Waller warned him with a glare as the tall henchman’s eyes darted to his boss in the faintest hint of apprehension. “A pair of misfits not stifled by the League’s scruples makes the loss of this information all the worse. We are aware of what Roulette has said about you, but calling you up for this mission, mobster background or no, was not a decision taken lightly.” “Hey, don’t sweat it, your royal majesty…” the mysterious figure boasted with a raise of a hand. “You’re looking at the guy who offed his own outdated uncle and gave the Gotham syndicate a new face. The old timers have had their fun, now it’s time for us daredevils to step into the spotlight. Just give me any more tips, say, their whereabouts, and we’ll be onto the suckers, packin’ a lot of heat…” “Well, someone’s eager for some action.” Waller observed, placing the profiles back into the folder.

“CADMUS has assembled the strike team that will retrieve this data. With your rise through the ranks of the Gotham mob and previous experience against Subject B, you’ll be taking the lead.” She pressed the touchscreen computer on her desk and a screen on the wall behind her lit up all ghostly-blue.

The stranger glanced up at the five mugshots of this new team he would be in charge of. First was a man in a dark red bodysuit and silver mask, his left eye lens a white slit while the right was a circular orange targeting reticle. The second was a young Asian woman with short, neat black hair, a cold expression on her face and a crimson transparent visor over her eyes. Her shoulder armour, coloured the same as her visor, was segmented not unlike that of a Samurai warrior while a katana was slung on her back. The third was another man in a pale grey bodysuit, his whole face obscured by a mask sporting dark red, bug-eyed lenses and a pair of small antennae on either side. The next team member was stranger-looking; a slim, white-skinned man in a black top hat and dark grey jacket. The round black shades only added to his sinister appearance. Even more abnormal than him was the last member, who apparently had once been a human woman. Every inch of her skin was coated with golden fur, speckled with brown spots. The team leader noted the woman’s ears that took the form of a wild cat’s, her nose shaped into a snout and white eyes with pale green slits hungry for action.

“Well the pyromaniac hasn’t the best track record, but they’ll do.” he commented with folded arms. “Deadshot, Tsukuri, Firefly, Shade and Cheetah have been selected specially for the purpose of tracking this data, in addition to having prior engagements with the League.” Amanda Waller explained. “For a mission as sensitive as this, CADMUS has no room for small-time roughnecks.” “Trust me, lady,” her new employee promised with no small amount of pride. “With a rising star, that’s me, at the helm, these guys will really turn things around for your little operation.” “And remember, my friend…” Waller started methodically as a sliver of blue from the screen flickered across one side of the man’s face, “It’s not often we call on those from the criminal underworld to protect this country and its government…” “Well today we’re the lesser of the two evils, ma’am.” Waller just kept her stern face on this man despite his interruption and continued. “At this critical inflection point, money is no object for CADMUS. Whatever happens, this mission must, and ‘will’ end with us having that data right in front of us. You and your team shall obtain it from those two misfits…by ‘any’ means necessary.”

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dcmultiverse · 3 years

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SUICIDE SQUAD 2016 | dir. David Ayer

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raith-way · 3 years

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Scenes I’ll (Probably) Never Write [001/???] Fic: Memento Vivere

When Rick strolled down the dirt and gravel path leading into Belle Reve, wearing his ridiculous church suit that absolutely did not accentuate the width of his shoulders at all, Rev was perched on the high wall next to the main gate and letting her feet swing through the thick humid air. Sunglasses hid her gaze and her head was tipped up towards the endless blue sky, so Rick had no idea that she was watching every moment of his slow approach. The fingers of his right hand were twitching, quick ticking curls, like when he wanted a gun in his hand. Probably thinking of ripping his tie off. Meeting with the big bosses was a hazard of being team leader, and Rev was grateful that she was merely his second-in-command. Tasked with guarding the inmates while he had to defend their actions in the field.

“The hell ‘re you doin’ up there?” The drawled words reached her before he did, and she bit the inside of her cheek to hide her wince. Rick’s slow angry drawl only came out when he was especially pissed, so it must not have been a pleasant meeting. Rev didn’t see what the big deal was. It wasn’t like anyone important had died, and the property damage had been contained. Eventually.

“Just waiting on you, o’ fearless leader.” The usual tease only earned her a very impressive scowl, and she tried not to focus on how Rick’s face was level with her knees. Or how her thighs had parted the slightest bit as he got closer. Or on the way the muscle in his jaw ticked as he looked up at her from between her knees. Fuck it. Thinking inappropriate thoughts about her kind-of boss was pretty much her second job these days. No one should look that good while scowling, just like she shouldn’t think about how easy it would be to sling her legs over his shoulders and pull him in. “What’s a’matter, Colonel? Couldn’t make any headway with the other suits?”

“Classified, Revnic.” She rolled her eyes even though he couldn’t see and then bared her teeth in a grin to get her emotions across; shit-damn-fuck, he looked even better with that soft smile bracketed by her thighs. “What did you make today?”

Rev thought of Boomer’s flaming pant leg, Floyd’s screams as Boomer ran after him while yelling for someone to put out the fire, and Harley’s enthusiastic cheering of Boomer’s new origin story for his fire powers. The burns on her palms had healed, but she’d bet Boomer’s left slightly charred nut that Briggs was still crying in the corner of his office. Rev looked away from Rick’s shoulders brushing the insides of her knees and his tempting mouth, found a cloud overhead that looked like a unicorn, and sighed dramatically like a Hollywood starlet looking longingly out of a window.

“Mistakes.” Clearly, making flaming sambuca shots were not on the approved criminal exercises list for a reason. Rev sighed one last time and prepared to face Rick’s wrath at finding the scorch marks inside the prison. On the plus side, Rick looked downright sinful when he was lecturing her. She could probably get him so worked up that he’d strip the suit jacket off and muss up his meeting-combed hair. So she looked down to let her sunglasses slip down her nose and looked him right in the eye as she repeated, “So many mistakes. Fire mistakes.”

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“Goddammit, Rev! How many times do I have to tell you—”

“He only uses my name when he’s yelling,” she thought as the tirade picked up volume. “Fucking glorious.”

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cushinghub-blog · 5 years

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TiGERS Win Big in McLoud - Marching Band Makes Finals in Beggs

CUSHING – Cold winds of change blew across the toughest district in Class 4A this week, and Cushing may like where it stands after the storm. No doubt, the marquee matchup in 4A-2 was Bethany at Tuttle – a rematch of the 2018 state championship. But how many people would have expected a shutout? Bethany snapped Tuttle’s 19-game winning streak with a 21-0 victory on Tuttle’s field.

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Elsewhere, Tecumseh beat Blanchard 28-26. It all has the Tigers leaping at an opportunity to continue shaking things up in Week 7 when they travel to Bethany. Cushing coach Rusty Morgan was asked about it after the game. “We’ll go play the schedule, we absolutely know the competition’s gonna be stiff going forward,” he said. “It sounds like a good win tonight for those guys, we’ll turn on the film tomorrow morning, and we’ll get a plan going and these guys will buy in.”

*Family Fun* When the play call came for Hayden Fry to blitz the B-gap, he got excited. A little too excited. As he stepped toward the line of scrimmage, Fry lost his balance and tried to catch himself by standing tall before the snap, but it was too late. He flailed across the line and was penalized for jumping offside. His father – defensive coordinator Kyle Fry, rushed Shelton Davis onto the field after the penalty and had to give his son a stern verbal clarification that Davis was coming to take his place. “When we blitz, we don’t want to show it, ‘cuz they can see it,” Kyle Fry said. “We want to delay it a little bit, he didn’t delay.”

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On the next play, Davis – Fry’s momentary replacement – intercepted a rare McLoud pass and gave Cushing the ball back, to applause. Father and son had a little laugh about it after the game, huddled close for a postgame interview at midfield. “Yeah, it sucked,” Hayden laughed, “but it’s better for the team.”

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*Quotes & Quick Hits* “We’ve still got a chance to go do it and make the playoffs. It’s kinda in front of us. We’re gonna have to play some better football, I think we’re capable of playing with anybody, we’ve got bodies back, so that’s kinds what we wanna do. Whether it’s Bethany, or Tuttle, whoever, we’re gonna be ready to play next week.”

– Defensive Coordinator Kyle Fry, talking about the month of games left in the playoff hunt. - “You know it’s football season when it starts getting cold.” – Linebacker Kirk Huseman, talking about the first cold night of the season. - Defensive back Evan Kennedy returned against McLoud after missing three weeks due to injury. Linebacker Koby Floyd also returned after missing the Tecumseh game. - The Week 6 matchup marked the fourth consecutive homecoming experience on Cushing’s schedule.

*Offensive Player of the Game* Shelton Davis was selected as the Cushing Hub’s offensive player of the game in Week 6. Davis was one of seven Tigers to score in McLoud, and he added much-needed depth to the running back corps. His 35-yard TD run in the fourth quarter was Cushing’s final score. *Defensive Player of the Game* Tristan Jackson was selected as the Cushing Hub’s defensive player of the game in Week 6. Jackson was a popular pick among his teammates after the colossal district victory Friday night. He contributed to a near shutout and was involved in a high number of run stops in the middle of the defense.

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CHS Marching Band The Cushing High School Marching band performed in Beggs, at the “Band of Demons” Marching Contest Saturday. Of the 24 bands competing among 4A & 5A Schools, the CHS Marching band made the cut of the top 12 schools ranking 6th overall. Moving up to 5th in the final evenings competition! “It was a long day” for the student and directors , Danny White explains in this short interview, after the results were announced. Here is video of the performance on Saturday evening, as Cushing was the last band to perform.