1. Good Doctor: Retribution Ch 02
"Did not seem to think I'm a man last night." Accent spat back.
The booming voice broke in before the woman could retaliate, "Enough bickering gets us nowhere.
Taking it back to the base to ask. If we do not like their answers, then you can kill Turbo. Sounds
good?" He did not wait for answer before clapping his hands, "Good Sublime, you go girl. Turbo, you
can take care of Bio-b0t."
On3 heard footsteps and the crackling of twigs get louder and louder, as a man named Turbo
approached where he lay. Starting the Quick-check, On3 determined that all but his vision was back
online. He had full strength and range of motion; If this man tried to harm should be prepared.
The footsteps stopped just ON3 head.
"Fuck you." On3 Turbo heard Grumble as a hard boot connected with his head.
Quick, On3 suppressed all pain circuitry to prevent his body react. The satisfying sound jumping up
and down on one leg, it is stated that ON3 head did more damage to the feet than it was on ON3.
"Hurry, Turbo!" Woman, Sublime, said, "If we leave, we should be able to get back to base before
noon."
"I'm coming!" Turbo shouted through gritted teeth.
On3 off all motor circuits and not its state of semi-consciousness away. They might get turned on at
a time if necessary, but then On3 wanted to continue playing possum. His meeting with Lady Melody
Gizmo was short, but On3 decided that there needed his help and he was not about to leave his new
mission. He would go where they went, and if that meant heading straight into enemy territory, so it;
Melody would avenge her.
Turbo ON3 dragged through the woods for a short distance before releasing him unceremoniously
back to earth. ON3 arms stretched out and felt the warm body beneath him.
"Melody" He thought, grateful to find her alive and warm.
"The Bio-b0t still off?" A man with a booming voice asked.
On3 made sure to turn off any lights or other things that would indicate that it is on-line. Well, partly
... where is his vision?
"Dead as a doorknob." Turbo said when prodded with a shoe ON3, softer this time, "it may be that
you killed him with a jolt of you."
"As long as the girl is alive, I do not care." A deep voice said, "But Hax want to take it apart, so let's
record it."
Two pairs of hands gripped ON3 and lifted him into the air. Another bit later, and he was dropped
for what felt like metal sled.
2. "A handy little device that you got here." A deep voice said Turbo "I do not know how we would have
these two back without her."
"I would wear it." Turbo said, as the straps were draped over the body and tighten ON3,
"Remember, I wanted to leave here ..."
"Oh, never mind." A deep voice growled: "Let's load up girl now, but is gentler with her. She's more
than just a piece of metal."
"Like me," On3 thought they were leaving, "You'll find it soon if you're not careful."
A few minutes later, On3 heard a deep voice say to others that would meet back at the base. The
wind picked up shortly for a while and then On3 heard two sets of feet walking back to him. One set
passed close to his right hand, while the other went around the left side. Another moment and the
sounds of two ATV engines roar to life.
"I'm still mad at you." Sublime voice came from ON3 left.
"We'll see." He said Turbo suggestively right in front of ON3 before it started forward.
Back into enemy territory that raced, but On3 afraid. He had a task to perform. The mission is
Melody. Revenge ... revenge ... it was what he called a On3 promised her. Trapjaw and engineer
were dead men walking, and God help anyone who stood in their way.
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MALTA, THE PARTY'S SAFE HOUSE, 10:00
Malta slept for the first time since he began traveling to Dallas with Raid, and when he woke up,
feeling refreshed and ready to kick some ass. Sometimes at night, the bed frame was cracked under
his weight, so he had to come back from a split mattress was created to leave the bed. This proved to
be too much to handle for the bed and the whole left side fell to the ground.
"Piece of shit." Malta muttered as he picked up off the floor.
Quiet, mortar donned his trademark dark blue pants and a black tank top. He had washed in a while,
and they began to feel funny, and so a mental note to get more clothes than too long.
When he was dressed, mortar left his room, quickly stop in the room he had left Raid in the previous
night's activities. He found that she was gone. Voices could be heard coming down the hall from the
large central room, so malta awkwardly off to investigate.
Slade said that other members of the party to arrive that day, so the mortar was not surprised when
he found Raid in the company of two men when he arrived. One of them was familiar with him; the
other was not.
"Still alive, the edges?" Malta said in greeting to the man sitting in a dark leather couch next to Raid.
The man had short black hair and nice oriental face. He wore a simple black karate pants and a
3. white tank top that showed off strong, lean muscles on the arms and chest. Two one-handed swords
were resting on the table in front of a dark couch next belt full of throwing knives.
"What is it? My baby sister never told you? Heard that you were traveling with her." The man said,
his voice laden with East Asian accent as he nodded towards the raid.
Malta quickly met with a RAID with his own eyes before flicking back to the edge. What else he told
her older brother? Malta was not sure how protective warrior was his sister, but when it came to
fighting edge would certainly benefit. It was lightning fast and mortar heard that he often boasted
that no man has ever managed to land a single blow on his body.
"Yeah, of Austin. Guess we were all here to drag some strange trick of the mind." Malta fell into a
big chair, which groaned under his weight, "Slade seems at its full strength again."
"Her?" A faint whisper came from the chair directly opposite the mortar. The speaker was the
scariest-looking man mortar ever seen. He was tall, with pale white skin taut over his bones. The
man seemed to have no fat or muscle, which was highlighted by wearing a pair of black jeans held
firmly to the side of strapped black leather belt decorated with a grinning skull belt. His torso was
naked and mortar was able to count ribs. His face could be mistaken for a skull if it were not for the
presence of the nose, lips, and ears, but his eyes were empty sockets where the eyes should have
been. Long bone white hair cascaded down his face and shoulders. For any normal person, you
would strike fear into the heart, but the mortar was fearless performances alone make him the man
replied.
"Old Slade got a new body and he somehow she is now." Malta explained clearly: "Who are you,
Skeletor?"
The man replied in the same eerie whisper as before, 'They call me Reaper. "
"I've heard about you." Edge spoke, his voice was barely a whisper, "It is said that your touch is
death and you collect the head with a giant scythe."
A man named Reaper laughed deep in his throat before lifting the white, Boney hand and pointed
toward the fireplace. There, resting against the shell was a tall wooden staff with a wicked looking
blade mounted on top. The skull adorns the top and mortar could not help but feel that it looked
suspiciously real.
Malta and the other looked from her to the Reaper and back again. No one spoke; death there was a
presence.
"It's all come from?" The voice cut through the ominous silence.
Malta turned around, Slade stands at the entrance to the hall that housed the bedrooms. Behind her
stood a tall man in white trousers and a white shirt, tucked in, but half buttoned. Where his head
should be grinning white skull. During further inspection, mortar saw, it's just a mask. Piercing blue
eyes looked through his binoculars.
Slade stepped into the room, a man with a mask on his heels. First look at the mortar before
throwing a knowing wink Raid path is. Also spoke on the sofa and mortar in a chair to stand in front
of the fireplace.
4. "Playing a Reaper." It was all he said, as the mask man took his place beside her.
"I came as soon as I heard that you're alive." Edge said proudly.
Slade rolled her eyes, "Shut up.'re Only here because I told my poor little mind to keep you here."
She looked at the Reaper, his eyes glistening, "But ... I could not get through. How'd you know?"
"I felt ... it ... to die." Reaper whispered, "There was only one force on earth that could organize
that."
"You flatter me." He said Slade.
Reaper was silent. Malta wondering who "it" was.
"So what's the plan, right?" Edge said, "I was ready for some action by the end of the war."
Slade reached out to his companion. Man's hand was hidden behind her back from entering the
room, and is now brought into the open, revealing a large red jewel clutched in one of his fists. He
put her hands on Slade and mortar noticed that it seemed that shines softly.
"This is Trapjaw." Slade said, naming the man, "and he was a very good boy. Know what this is?"
This question was asked to no one in particular. Malta looked at the others in the room, wondering
who, if anyone, knows what a gem he was. Not surprisingly, the Reaper seemed to know.
"This is Giovanni's source of energy." He whispered voice laced with respect, "But how did you get
it?"
It Trapjaw who responded, "The dead are notoriously bad at holding my things." He said in a slight
Russian accent.
"Giovanni is dead?" Malta said in surprise. That must be one Reaper mentioned a moment earlier.
That was the good news; s famous choir leader dead, the party will be much easier to take off a team
of heroes.
"Try to keep up, mortar, dear." Slade rolled her eyes.
Mortar held his tongue. It was better to remain silent and then invoke any other Japes from Slade.
Plus, he wanted to hear what the plan was for jewelry.
"So here's the story." Slade once said that he realized mortar will not respond, "I have managed to
sow discourse among the congregation. I even managed to infiltrate their base."
"So why is she still alive?" Reaper said.
Slade laughed, "You sound like Trapjaw. Why not just kill you, when I first have a little fun? Good
Doctor has the Wraith attacked and nearly killed her ... to see that it's fun for me! Moreover, there
was no way I can get them all on ... yet. "
"You're the boss." Edge said with a shrug, "What is this jewel?"
5. "Well, how Reaper pointed out that Giovanni is a source of power." Slade explained by the way,
examines the jewel it is, "I thought we could use some."
"But how?" Raid asked, her tone suggesting its patience.
Slade looked almost lovingly at the gem for a few more seconds before tearing her eyes, "I do not
know ... yet. To be honest, I did not even think it's worth getting, but Trapjaw insisted." She threw a
gem in the direction Trapjaw is where barely caught it, "Find out what to do with it. Ask an
engineer."
Trapjaw eyes looked at Slade through his mask for a few moments before the attack out of the room.
Slade waited Trapjaw out of earshot before he spoke again: "Somebody needs to kill him."
That caught by surprise mortar, and, judging by their appearance, others in the room as well.
"What do you mean?" He asked the edges.
"I think," Slade said, "One of you must kill Trapjaw before it destroys everything."
Raid shook her head in confusion, "If you want to be dead, so why not just kill him?"
Slade sighed, "Do not think that I've tried. All I needed was to drive him out of hiding and choir that
delivered me from my prison. Now, if it did, it's useless ... and maybe even dangerous."
"So what's stopping you from killing him?" He said edges.
"I do not know! Every time I try, what stops me and I will never go through with it ... I quit, instead
of sleeping with him." Slade explained: "Well, one of you will have to do. Any volunteers?"
Malta was officially confused, but he was going to say that Slade and opens to attacks on his
intelligence. Instead, I offer her something that can not complain, "I'll do it." He offered, "I'll kill
Trapjaw."
"Oh, mortar, I knew I could count on bloodlust." Slade said sweetly, "Do it as you want, but make
sure you get it soon."
Malta nodded understandingly. Killing skinny Rus will be no problem at all. One blow of his hammer
(once found it) and it would be over.
"What the rest of us will do?" He asked the edges.
Slade grinned and bared his teeth menacingly, "what we do best. Cause some confusion ... kill some
normal."
Others seemed to like this idea and they all happened at once, ready for action and talk plans.
While other parties planned, mortar slipped out of the elevator to go to the city looking for his
hammer. What drove the rickety lift toward the street level could not help but feel a little
disappointed that voluntarily just to kill one man. Or when the party came to cause trouble, many
were sure to die, and mortar really did not want to miss it ...
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SUBLIME, MOBILE BASE, 24:15
At the time of Sublime and Turbo got back to the mobile base was shortly after noon. Have Wraith
out with their prisoners, which congratulated them on their good work, and the lessons that are
inserted into the medical transport. Sublime When asked why Wraith explained that he will move to
its new headquarters, where they will be better equipped to hold prisoners.
"Do not waste your time." Turbo said before leaving to retrieve the desired vehicle.
"Mayor Molly is preparing for our alliance for some time." Wraith explained, "The new HQ is fully
functional and ready for use."
"I hope it has a good prison." Sublime said.
Wraith examined the unconscious prisoner, "it should be fine for women, but keep a close eye on
Bio-b0t."
"Speaking of which," launched an amazing voice and stepped closer to the Wraith, "How to Rob a
situation? Can not believe we missed the action ..."
Wraith sighed, "Robert is currently controlled by the Engineer. Hoped that his little episode was a
programming fault ... but we'll have to wait and see."
Sublime shook her head, "Poor Sweet Sister."
"It seems that to be cool." Wraith said Sublime noticed a distinct air of disapproval in her voice.
"How Slade get to the base? Can do it again?" Asked Sublime.
Wraith shook her head, "I had to protect the base from someone flashes a plan to do the same thing
with the new headquarters.'s A pretty simple process, and I'm a little embarrassed I did not think it
was before."
"It's not your fault. Rob have to worry." Sublime he said as the sound of the Gulf of vehicles opened
drown out their conversation.
A minute later, Turbo rode the huge ramps, which opened in the back of the modified base in black
ambulance. He parked the ambulance and jumped out, opened the back door to reveal an enlarged
interior full of sophisticated medical instruments and two large gurneys. Those wheel and pulled
over to the still unconscious prisoners. It took a while before the trio on their load into gurneys and
secure it with carbon fiber constraints. Engineer and Turbo suggested an ambulance to meet all
types of supers, including those fighting.
"Okay, you two, go pick up what you need for a night and get these two in the center, before he
wakes up." Wraith instruction and amazing Turbo, once the prisoners were loaded into the vehicle,
"The rest of the choir and I'll meet you tomorrow, once we get everything squared away here.'s Plan
to arrive early in the morning with a full police escort."
7. After a few minutes, packaging and greeting Brick (Sweet sister was nowhere to be found), Sublime
and Turbo were heading towards the road leading from the place that was once the Ark Chemicals
with two inmates in cargo.
"Alone." Turbo said from the driver's seat as he raced down the highway towards the city.
Sublime knowingly smiled at him, "Did you stop last night in a tent. We almost did not catch those
two!" She jerked a thumb toward the back.
"Well, as soon as all squared away in their new cells will not have to worry about them getting
away." Turbo smiled wickedly at the Sublime, "And we have a whole new place for themselves."
"All you think about is sex." Sublime rolled her eyes.
Turbo continued to smile as he got off the highway towards the city center, "All I think about is sex
with you, baby."
Sublime laughed, remembering when they first met. It was agreed to join the choir and Turbo was
put in charge to make sure the transition went smoothly. It was nearly ten years her senior, and
Sublime was initially repulsed by his blatant attempts to get in your pants. But as the days went on
she began to soften it and is annoying ... but ... oddly charming advances. In a few years the benign
relationship that consisted of nothing more than an occasional flirtation, until one day share a
passionate lust filled moment that ended with Sublime wearing nothing but her camo-pants. She
stopped things before they went ahead and avoid Turbo days, positive that any serious relationship
will only end with both of them getting hurt.
When Giovanni decided to break Corps, Sublime jumped at the opportunity to leave. While raising
Echo, Sublime did not have time to feel sorry for their choices and all but forgotten the episode with
Turbo ... until they were called back over a month ago. Almost immediately, their relationship picked
up where they left off at the end of the first day back, slept together.
Now Sublime could not help, but that their relationship was now becoming more serious and
although it scared her a little, she was happy. Turbo was sweet, sexy, and made her laugh when
most other people are not. If Sublime should open your heart to no one, was glad that it was
Mississippi-bred gear head.
"Hey, wake up!'re Here." Turbo roared.
They made their way into the city proper, and turned off the main road on a street lined on both
sides with a huge brick wall. Barbed wire coiled around the top and security cameras were placed all
along its length. Immediately in front of them was a tall iron gate flanked on both sides by
watchtowers, guards already in place.
Radio in the ambulance crackled to life and a man's voice called over, "You are entering into a
heavily guarded private space. Indicate your intention."
Turbo ambulance stopped in front of the gate and picked up the radio, "This is a Turbo Sublime in
the church. We have two very dangerous currently unconscious prisoner in this car and someone
better God damn gate open before he wakes up."
