A little more blood, and this is Home
Most would think finding an anti-human terrorist organization would prove to be quite a difficult task in the long run. But for Sabretooth, it only took about twenty minutes. Picking up on the once familiar scent of Mystique wasn't all too hard, it led him right to the once infamous Brotherhood. Sabes was after all an excellent tracker and hunter. As far as he was concerned buildings were easy things to find, they can't run like real prey.
Now Sabretooth was sporting yet another pair of black jeans accompanied by one of the all too familiar wife-beaters he so frequently wears. Today however, Creed had taken the time to put on his long black leather jacket, it was more like a trench coat actually. His dog tags could also be seen dangling around his neck on their silver ball-chain. His long slightly tangled blond hair draped slightly over those haunting amber eyes of his. He looked frightening, he always looks that way no matter what his intentions.
Stopping short of the pathway just in front of the building, Sabretooth glanced the property over. Clearly this building wasn't like the others in the neighborhood. It was tired, used, and abused; all it needed was a blood stained basement along with some chains and he'd swear it was home. Messes wouldn't bother him, not in the least. "Ain't tha' best smell... but sh**..." He referenced the property softly aloud. It was a place to stay, possibly along with mutants to have his back if need be. Of course, he'd have to have their backs too, which he could deal with for a while.
Disregarding the scent, Sabes leisurely approached the door. For a brief second he stood himself still, before deciding on actually knocking. His knock was quite loud, but just encase that hadn't worked he also made sure to ring the doorbell. Despite the obvious fact that it was a large building with a small amount of inhabitants, Sabretooth quickly became impatient. "Open tha' damn door!! I ain't waitin' out here all day!" Sounded the frequently distempered feral mutant. By look alone, it seemed like he was verging on simply kicking down the door. Quite odd considering that he hadn't even been waiting much more than three minutes.
Hernandez had been busy expanding the basement, trying to make an area large enough to transform into his purely draconic form. He was in his partial form, keeping his generally bipedal form, with longer arms and legs, a tail, and a serpintine neck with an aligator like head. He was using this forms increased strength and endurance to do a job it would take a crew of men a week to accomplish. Then he heard a pounding at the door.
Hernandez took a second to shift into his human form, showing a huge frame, over six and a half feet tall with strong features curled up in pain from his transformation. His teeth were gritted shut, keeping at bay a cry of pain. If this is the damn Girl scouts selling cookies, I might snap and kill some of them. He quickly slipped into a white t-shirt and jeans, putting a pair of sunglasses over his slightly glowing orange eyes. I need to get Draven and his children up here. At least those three act with some degree of professionalism, unlike most of these children.
Hernandez mental rant didn't extend to Mystique and some of the older members of the Brotherhood, but some of these recent recruits acted as if this was a social club instead of a serious endeavor. The hispanic drug lord paused for a moment to slip one of his favored .45's behind his back, for while he might be extrodinarily powerful in his altered form, in his human form he was mere flesh and blood, subject to everyday inconveniances like dying.
"Open tha' damn door!! I ain't waitin' out here all day!"
This implied threat made Hernandez narrow his eyes and snarl in disgust, making him want to shatter this interlouper's bones. He pulled the door open, and was shocked to find himself faced with a man the roughly the same height and build as him. Looking this newest arrival up and down, taking note of the teeth and claws, Hernandez put a few facts together considering the history he had pieced together of the Brotherhood. A small smile found its way to Hernandez face as he thought about the violence and destruction this one was capable of.
Let me guess, Victor Creed, the infamous Sabretooth. Welcome home.Edited by: Hank at: 11/1/05 6:07 am
Re: A little more blood, and this is Home
Finally the soft patter of approaching footsteps registered within his ears. Most people wouldn't and couldn't pick up on such sounds, but it was often times involuntary with him. Upon hearing this, Victor's frustration began to subside a bit. As the person neared the door Sabretooth quickly recognized the footsteps as no one he could recall. Most likely some new recruit, some punk kid that only joined ta' get away from their mommy and daddy. Sounds pretty big though... He evaluated and gathered information ahead of time, that was simply how Creed was trained to think. It was A highly valuable combat skill.
As the door swung open, Sabretooth was flooded with scents of this new person. Just like always he stored it away mentally. There were a few interesting scents picked up though. Drywall, Broken cement, smoke from a cuban cigar an' Gun powder... Although they were all a bit odd, only the gunpowder kept Sabretooth on alert. Whenever ever he usually smells the powder, there's usually A fully loaded gun to go with it.
Let me guess, Victor Creed, the infamous Sabretooth. Welcome home.
Creed glanced the man over, toe to head. He too was quite a large man, but unlike most Sabretooth wasn't one to be easily intimidated. Hell, he himself is a master of intimidation. "Do I know ya?" By all means it was an honest question, Creed had met a lot of men in his line of work and keeping tabs wasn't too easy. The man could have been a former employer, or just a well informed lucky guesser. The other possibility that came to mind was that this could be Mystique. But, since he didn't seem to share her scent, Creed doubted that last thought. "..An' I may'a been here b'fore, but I don't need no home." The more Sabretooth looked at the man, the more he evaluated him mentally. Having done jobs for quite a list of highly wealthy people, he had a fairly good sense of whom had money. This man seemed like one of those people.
After those few seconds passed, and the gun hadn't become visible yet, Creed grinned slightly. Prob'ly just incase... Sabretooth thought to himself. "Ole Blue still runnin' this place?" He questioned referring to Mystique. "I half expected ta' see one a'her lil' rug-rats openin' that door." Coming from Sabretooth an almost-compliment like this was about as close as you could get to approval from him. Stating that he was pleased to see a grown up member just wasn't going to happen.
Re: A little more blood, and this is Home
Hernandez pateintly endured the scrutiny of Sabretooth, wondering how this killer of renown saw him. Hernandez wondered how much protection his .45 would give him considering the healing abilities of Sabretooth if Victor decided to attack. "Do I know ya?..An' I may'a been here b'fore, but I don't need no home."
My name is Hernandez, and I have recently pledged some support to this organization. We have never met, but I considered hireing you for a job once. i eventually decided to deal with the problem myself. A grin split Hernandez face as he remembered the hell he and his friend Draven had rained on their enemies. Draven might have only been human, but the pure wrath he unloaded on those foes when they kidnapped his children had been a wonder to behold. The feeling of destroying scores of humans had been exquisite as well, comparable to a fine scotch or a good cigar. Ah, the good old days when I could handle problems myself instead of through proxy. Hernandez thought to himself.
He shook himself from his memories of slaughter in time to hear Sabertooth ask "Ole Blue still runnin' this place? I half expected ta' see one a'her lil' rug-rats openin' that door."
Ms. Darkholme is still in charge. As for the younger members of the Brotherhood, a lot of them are out at the moment. Personally, I wish some of them would grow up a little instead of viewing this as a way to commit petty larceny or elaborate vandalisms. Hernandez felt his lips involuntarily draw back in a small snarl as he thought of how vindictive and petty some of the younger members were. It was as if the idea of mutual support and protection was lost on them. This left the Brotherhood weak in Hernandez mind since a large part of his ascendance as a crime lord came through the exploitation of such divisions.
I'm sorry for the amount of time it took to answer, but I was making some improvements in the sub basement and it took a while to get up here. Please come in and make yourself comfortable.
Re: A little more blood, and this is HomeMy name is Hernandez, and I have recently pledged some support to this organization. We have never met, but I considered hiring you for a job once. i eventually decided to deal with the problem myself.
Ding Ding Ding! We have a winner! Those statements only proved Creed's initial thoughts to be right. He was a man of money. Boy's named Hernandez... gotta be drugs or counterfieting... Maybe both... Creed mentally evaluated still. Sure this last deduction could be considered more racist than the previous few, and it definitely was. As far as Sabretooth was concerned drugs and counterfeiting were just about the only way for someone born below the rio grande to gain wealth and power. That didn't mean he held hostility toward Hernandez for his race. Sadly, many of his stereotype derived assumptions were frequently proved true.
Ms. Darkholme is still in charge. As for the younger members of the Brotherhood, a lot of them are out at the moment. Personally, I wish some of them would grow up a little instead of viewing this as a way to commit petty larceny or elaborate vandalisms.
Although Creed was in agreement with those words, and didn't disapprove of this Hernandez person just yet, Sabes wasn't exactly one you could sit and converse with. "Guess Raven jus' likes ta' play mommy... Don'cha worry. We'll have them kids workin' right real soon. " He knew Mystique's true name, they had worked together before. Hell, she even gave birth to one of Creed's kids. That was more than likely grounds enough to be using her real name. As for the younger students, that wouldn't be too hard. Sabretooth highly doubted any younger mutants here would challenge his 'advice', if that's what you'd want to call it.
I'm sorry for the amount of time it took to answer, but I was making some improvements in the sub basement and it took a while to get up here. Please come in and make yourself comfortable.
Sabretooth did just that too, he probably would have done it quicker hadn't it been for the meaningless words they shared. Hernandez's explanation did however explain a few of those scents the man gave off. "That explains tha' cement an' drywall scent... Whadda 'bout tha' gunpowder shii-.." Sabretooth purposely cut himself off before calling the man by any name. There were too many bleeding heart, easily offended, quick to cry people in this world. Normally Sabes just wouldn't give a damn about that, but this is a man he'd be working with. Right about then, something hit him. "Ain't tha' basement mostly concrete? With supports in tha' way... What tha' hell kinda' power you packin'??" It was a bit intriguing to him now. If the man had super strength, he'd be sweating a lot more and would most likely have wounds all over his hands. Flesh was still Flesh, strength or not. He didn't appear to have claws and even still it would be an impressive task with just those. Sabretooth also doubted he was telekinetic, the man looked more like he had some kind of physical mutation going on.
Re: A little more blood, and this is Home
"That explains tha' cement an' drywall scent... Whadda 'bout tha' gunpowder shii-.."
Hernandez had to smile at how Sabretooth cut himself off. Does he really think that I care about being called names? I really coudn't care less. Hernandez pulled his .45 out from behind his back, making sure to keep his fingure off of the trigger. The gunpowder comes from this. Not my first choice of weapons, but in this frail flesh an enemy could remove me with a bullet. That is not something I care to endure.
"Ain't tha' basement mostly concrete? With supports in tha' way... What tha' hell kinda' power you packin'??"
Hernandez thought about the best way to explain it to Sabretooth. It was a little dificult to get the full scope of it. Hernandez made sure that the door was shut, and said It would take less time to show you than explain it.
Hernandez took off his sunglasses, revealing his orange orbs that he had for eyes. His brow furrowed for a second, and a sheen of sweat covered his body. His skin started to bulge out, as if the muscles underneath were trying to escape through tht skin. Hernandez face twisted in agony, as his bones and muscles started to shift around. Scales covered his body, a gray-green covor with black tiger like stipes along the back. His neck stretched out and his head changed into a reptiles, and a tail extended from his back while claws sprouted on his feet and hands. He would have been taller, except for the fact that he had to crouch over some to use his tail as a counter balance.
Hernandez was shakey as he got to his feet, sucking in air rapidly while the change completed. He would have been ten feet long from tail to head, but he kept his neck curled to avoid spearing the ceiling with the two backswept horns on his head. Combined with his slight crouching, his eye level was just slightly higher than it had been.
He stretched his body out some, getting the remaining kinks out of his body. His sigh gave a slight gust of mildly hot, sulfrous breath. His voice took on a sinuous, leathery quality as he said Ah, much much better.
Hernandez shifted his glowing orange eyes towards Sabretooth and asked Does this answer your question?
Re: A little more blood, and this is Home
(I apologize for taking so long. Something serious came up and couldn't get to a keyboard for a while. Sorry.)
The gunpowder comes from this. Not my first choice of weapons, but in this frail flesh an enemy could remove me with a bullet. That is not something I care to endure.
That was a fair enough explanation,and seemed like an honest answer. However his reply did bring a an ever so faint smirk to Sabretooth's face. He had been shot plenty of times, and found it slightly humorous. Being shot wasn't all that bad. Guns are weak anyways. Guns are just weapons that can be rendered fairly frivolous while taking on A raging three hundred pound man-beast with claws and a rather handy healing ability.
In all honesty the gun had enfeebled Hernandez in Sabes mind. Automatically he assumed this man to be a bit more pathetic than originally. He had passed him off perhaps as being a telepath, or a shape-shifter. Nothing physical. But, that didn't seem to coincide with the knowledge of this buildings structure, and the amount of labor needed.
It would take less time to show you than explain it.
Apparently the said labor was done through mutant ability. He had half expected to hear something like a jackhammer was used. But, seeing the transformation before his own eyes subsided most of these thoughts and assumptions. The transformation itself was quite a sight, and was definitely unexpected. Most people and probably some mutants would have cleared out upon seeing such an image, but Sabretooth wasn't one of them. Instead, he nodded slightly, respecting what was before him. Hernandez was definitely a formidable mutant assuming he trained his abilities enough. "Helluva' trick..." He didn't show any excitement surprise or anything like that either. In fact, Creed made it look like he had seen a million men turn into ten foot long dragons before.
Does this answer your question?
The scent alone began to cause havoc with Sabretooths sense of smell. As if the scent of sulfur weren't bad enough, try having ridiculously heightened senses while around it. Sabretooth was overcome quite easily, and thus thrown into quite a coughing spree. His right hand went to a nearby wall, in an effort to hold himself up still. As the cough started to subside a bit, it was replaced with a faint growl. It didn't take much to anger Sabretooth, and this was more than enough. However he wasn't going to attack for it though. Make no mistake, it wasn't fear stopping him. Just the girl he had meet earlier in the week, this person would also prove useful. "That's 'nuff questions..." A more agitated sounding Sabretooth spoke.
Re: A little more blood, and this is Home
Hernandez could tell from Victor's body language that he did not respect guns very much. Hernandez normally agreed, but he wasn't sure how the local crime lords would react to his presence in the states, and he couldn't rule out possible assasination attempts. This made the gun a requirement since most hit men wouldn't allow him a few minutes to transform. It must be nice to have nearly instant healing where you don't have to worry about mortality. Hernandez thought ruefully.
Hernandez could also tell that Sabretooth was impressed by his altered form, even though he did an incredibly remarkable job of concealing it. Hernandez would not have noticed except for the fact that he had a lot of practice in figuring out what others were thinking. I wonder what he would think of my full fledged dragon form? Probably best not to show him that one since it would wreck the walls in here. Judging from Creed's coughing and statements, it seemed as if the sulfuric odor around Hernandez was bothering Creed's highly advanced sense of smell. Hernandez hesitated before changing back, partially just to see what Creed's reaction would be, but mostly because of the pain and agony of having to reshape his tissues, muscles and bones into his weak human form. Might as well get this over with. It's not like it will feel any better if I put it off.
Hernandez triggered his transformation back, feeling the scales sink back into his skin, feeling each bone break apart and reform with the shifting and moving of muscles. His teeth nashed in the air, and a tourtured groan escaped from his gritted teeth. As he became human again, the familiar weakness flooded his being, requiring him to take several seconds to recover. The only part that remained the same was the glowing, orange eyes which Hernandez covered with his sunglasses again. He did not try to hide them, and the main reason he wore the sunglasses was to avoid the obvious questions that his eyes would raise.
So Mr. Creed, Hernandez asked in a raspy voice that gained strength as he spoke, what has brought you back? To the drug lord, this question was of tantamount importance since it would help determine what Creed's actions were likely to be. Also, the way he answered the question would tell Hernandez a lot about Creed's additude and curent mental state. Hernandez had heard all of the rumors about Creed's psychosis, but it had been Hernandez's experience that psychotics could be extremely useful and often easier to predict than sane people. In any case, the worst that could happen would be that Creed would attack him, and in that case it would be a test of strength versus strength. Hernandez didn't even bother to retrieve his pistol, since in a fight against Sabretooth such a weapon would be worthless. Hernandez knew that he would be better off using his size and strength, but had no illusions about the results of a long term fight with Creed.
In any case, Hernandez knew that Creed wanted something, and that Creed was bright enough to realize that he probably wouldn't get it by slaughtering every person he saw. Hernandez hoped that it wouldn't be the normal obsession with destroying Wolverine. Hernandez had learned a lot from discussing with various members of the Brotherhood about the X-Men and certain individual members, and Sabretooth's long standing grudge against Wolverine had come up many times. Of course, I can't really berate him for holding such a grudge since a similar slight helped bring me up here.
Re: A little more blood, and this is Home
A few minutes of adjustment, aided a bit by the buildings ventilation system, weakened the horrible fumes that had overloaded Creed's sensory system. Although the scent still lingered, it wasn't as overwhelming now, and was dieing down slowly. The whole thing was an annoyance he could have done without in the first place. By all means Hernandez should have had his guts force fed to him for such a thing. But, business usually comes before pleasure, right?
Seeing Hernandez shifting his body back into his normal physical appearance made up for that ever so slightly. His aching was beyond obvious to Sabretooth. Agony and discomfort were homing beacons to this feral mutant. Few could ever really know suffering like he could. There was a time in which pain was the only thing he knew. Despite the fact that Hernandez was the one suffering here, Creed still knew exactly how the man felt. It was almost a heavenly feeling. Seeing others squirm, struggle, and even cry in response to it. To know that such a feeling could be so damn destructive. To know that you've beaten that feeling time and again. To know that it wouldn't hurt anymore. It couldn't.
So Mr. Creed, what has brought you back?
A slight grin reluctantly pushed its way past his expression of annoyance. He could clearly recall saying that he had had enough questions just two seconds ago. It was only going to be more reason to find out just what dragon meat tastes like after this was all through. "What makes ya think I got A reason?" So, it was a slightly sarcastic answer, it could have been worse though. Sarcasm was only level one of his social animosity, Sabretooth's lack of vulgarities meant there was still a bit of patience left in him.
It took a minute for the feral brute answer, as he was unsure whether he wanted to divulge that or not. "This here Brotherhood an' I got the same problem... We both got A bunch runts that don't seem ta' know how ta' mind there own damn business... They tend in the way... an' mess things up." Sabretooth spoke in slightly softer tone, while removing that long back leather jacket of his. Continuing on, he draped it back over his shoulder. "I'm here ta' help ya'll fix that lil' problem." His grin had grown slightly larger and shifted into a smile now. The thought of what he had in mind put that smile on Creed's face. They surely had to be something insidious to get such a vibrant reaction. It could send a chill down most anyones spine.
Re: A little more blood, and this is Home
"What makes ya think I got A reason?" came the sarcastic reply of Victor Creed. Hernandez liked the sheer arrogance of it, since arrogant people tended to be slightly more predictable.
"This here Brotherhood an' I got the same problem... We both got A bunch runts that don't seem ta' know how ta' mind there own damn business... They tend in the way... an' mess things up. I'm here ta' help ya'll fix that lil' problem." The smile on Creed's face would chill the marrow in most people. But Hernandez had the same expression on his face many times in the past, and knew that it was the look of a man who would not be dissuaded from raining death upon his enemies. Hernandez also knew what Creed was talking about when he spoke of people getting in the way and interfering in others business.
Hernandez smiled at the thought of slaying such impudent fools. But what Hernandez really wanted to do was find the young man who defied him in Columbia. That warrior had not been truly superhuman, but his strength, speed, agility and endurance had all been on the very pinnacle of human perfection. His fighting had also been perfect. He had all the angles covered, and seemed to know what Hernandez was going to do before Hernandez did it. The only thing Hernandez had seen like it was some film from World War II on the history chanel, where Captain America had charged at some german machine gunners. But the man Hernandez fought was too young, and in any case Captain America was dead and the guy Hernandez fought had the wrong color of eyes.
I have never understood what makes some fools believe that they can gain anything from interfering in others affairs. It was obvious that Hernandez was thinking about that battle in Columbia from the increased glow in his orange eyes and the slight increase in temperature around his body as his anger grew. There is one in particular that I wish to slay, but I am not sure if he is a mutant. His strength, speed, everything was within human potential, but not all of them at once. A look of pure murder plastered itself on Hernandez face, one that would cause most men to back up from the level of sadism and pain that it promised. It was the look he had when he learned that a woman he loved had betrayed him, and he had her forcibly addicted to heroin just to destroy her life in the worst way possible.
A venomous voice slid out of Hernandez mouth as he vowed When I find this man, he will beg every creature in heaven and hell for death before I give such release to him.
Re: A little more blood, and this is Home
That far off look in Hernandez's eyes, that was way too familiar. Sabretooth couldn't help but wonder if the man was once a soldier like himself. Flashbacks and such were very similar to what seemed to be going on, and were very frequent with former soldiers. But, assuming the fact that Hernandez was in illegal businesses, Creed considered it to be close enough in comparison. Whether it was a flashback, or just a vivid memory, Sabretooth was just relieved it was him having it this time.
There is one in particular that I wish to slay, but I am not sure if he is a mutant. His strength, speed, everything was within human potential, but not all of them at once...
When I find this man, he will beg every creature in heaven and hell for death before I give such release to him.
No words were necessary. Sabretooth could sense the venom in the mans words. Just a simple nod, Sabretooth respected that. Hernandez knew what he wanted, and seemed to be dedicated to that goal. That statement of his, his pure rage, it made quite a good impression. It was more than enough to forgive his earlier need for mouthwash. Not to say Sabretooth would forget it, because there was no way anything like that would happen. Next time Creed would be far more aware of the possibilities of such a thing.
"Then there's three I won't be killin' now..." He spoke assuming the man Hernandez spoke was at the mansion. Creed wouldn't interfere in his feud. To steal an others prey was beyond disrespectful. As for the other two survivors, they both have different reasons. One purely to make him suffer, and the other well... that would be for reasons not so savage. Death wasn't good enough for Logan. Creed would watch him slip to edge of death, only to heal up, and be brought back down to that verge over and over again. Sabretooth would feed off of his agony. As for the other... She just didn't know better. He hid it well, But Sabretooth secretly tries to protect his daughter from a distance, unknowingly to her. It essence, it was protection from himself too.
Creed seemed lost in his own thoughts when Hernandez turned his attention back outward. Hernandez looked at a clock on the wall and saw that he needed to get ready to meet a friend of his. It was odd. Hernandez was a mutant supremacist, who enjoyed providing drugs to poison the youth of the human race. Yet the only person he could truly call a friend was a human mercenary in his employ.
Hernandez was supposed to see what his friend Richard had found out about that man who had interfered with his operations. Looking at Creed and knowing his reputation, Hernandez decided to ask for a favor.
"A friend of mine is supposed to bring all of the information and evidence we gathered about this thorn in my side. I am supposed to meet him in a few hours. You have more experience and knowledge of the various superhuman beings around the globe than I. Would you mind taking a look at what we have to see if you recognize this guy?" Hernandez had done nothing but speak the truth. He had a few suspicions about who the guy was, but he would prefer to have a neautral party verify his theories if possible. "Considering your superior senses, you could probably catch something that we missed."
Re: A little more blood, and this is Home"A friend of mine is supposed to bring all of the information and evidence we gathered about this thorn in my side. I am supposed to meet him in a few hours. You have more experience and knowledge of the various superhuman beings around the globe than I. Would you mind taking a look at what we have to see if you recognize this guy?... Considering your superior senses, you could probably catch something that we missed."
This favor was a bit untimely, despite his initial chit-chat, Sabretooth knew more about the Brotherhood's situation than he had originally led on. Mystique's absence was no surprise to him, in fact was really the main reason he even thought of allying himself with the Brotherhood. The next in line for leadership was Mystique's daughter, someone in which Sabretooth kind of took under his wing... or claw. To be honest, she was tough, but he wasn't sure if she could such a role on her own. It would have been nice to arrange and finalize the whole situation.
But, the favor didn't seem like it would take all too long. Besides, this friend of Hernandez could also prove to be useful. Sabretooth automatically assumed the person to mutant. The idea of them being a human didn't even cross his mind. This was after all an anti-human organization. Most humans didn't tend to be keen on hating themselves. Although he almost rejected Hernandez, that curiosity allowed Sabretooth to hold off on all the technicalities here. "I should charge half a hit fer' this..." Sabretooth spoke like a true money grubbing assassin. Intel was half the work when it came to planned murder. "... What time?" Came his finalized answer. He'd give it a look, it didn't seem like this would take too long.
Tossing his heavy leather jacket onto what seemed to be boxes, Sabretooth spoke up. "Don't know if I can help ya... Could be a bunch'a people... maybe a red suit, black around his eyes' an ears?" Creed vaugely described another former Weapon X mutant whom also worked for the highest bidder. But, too be honest the description Creed currently had was far too vague... he could probably guess a million people before he gets even remotely close.
Re: A little more blood, and this is Home
Hernandez heard the discription Sabretooth gave, and started laughing. It was a generous humorous laughter, showing that Hernandez genuinely found the thought of hiring Deadpool funny.
"You mean Deadpool? No, he is a little to much of a loose cannon to have running around. That and he would be just as likely to cause as much damage as he would prevent."
Hernandez decided that a general description would be good enough. "The guy looked to be in his early twenties. He was roughly six foot three, six foot four and looked to wieght about 230 to 240 pounds. He had darker blond hair and brown eyes."
A vaugely sick look passed over Hernandez face as he though about how much he should tell Creed. on one hand, Hernandez was used to keeping some information close so he would have an advantage in knowledge over others. But on the other hand, Creed might or might not know more about this guy than Hernandez could find out on his own. Another thing was that the description of this man's weapon would likely make Creed think that Hernandez was using the substances that he exported. "This man only used one weapon. A shield with three circular bands, alternating red and white, with a star in the middle."
A wry smile found its way on Hernandez face as he said "Go ahead and make fun of me if you want. My head of security thought that I had gone a little nuts and was seeing a dead man walking until he saw the video of him."
This was a rather ludicrous assertion. Any reasonable third party could find Hernandez claims of a guy runing around thinking that he was Captian America stupid, especially considering that the good Captain was dead.
"Give me about three hours to meet my friend, get the information and return here. If that is inconvenient, you can look at what we have anytime you care to."
Re: A little more blood, and this is Home"You mean Deadpool? No, he is a little to much of a loose cannon to have running around. That and he would be just as likely to cause as much damage as he would prevent."
The initial guess wasn't really too bad if you thought about it, considering the only bit of information Creed had had to go on at that moment was a slight description of the mans abilities. Besides, A man like Hernandez had to have a few business rivals. Mercenaries and drug-lords go almost hand in, the relationships almost always beneficial.
The laughter proved to Sabes that Hernandez wasn't an uninformed man. The drug-lord seemed to know quite a bit about those he might have to deal with from time to time. It put a small grin across Sabretooth's face. Hernandez would make a great ally, but there was doubt about him still. His motives weren't all too clear, something seemed slightly off to the feral mutant. He couldn't quite figure out why a man with wealthy and powerful man, would need to come to a broken down rat hole like this mansion. But, Sabretooth wasn't going to let those thoughts be known. Time would most likely answer that.
"The guy looked to be in his early twenties. He was roughly six foot three, six foot four and looked to weigh about 230 to 240 pounds. He had darker blond hair and brown eyes."
The added description lowered the possibilities of just whom it be. But, still wasn't definite enough. It could be damn well anyone still, there were still a vast number of super-humans around that size with blond hair and brown eyes. A small shake of his head signified that Sabretooth had no idea. He was about to tell the man they'd figure it out later, but Hernandez had already continued on. Creed held his reply as the description went on.
"This man only used one weapon. A shield with three circular bands, alternating red and white, with a star in the middle."
It took a second, but the realization of just what was described soon hit him. There was no way in hell, that could be whom Hernandez was making it sound to be. This had to be some kind of joke. Captain America was worm food. Sabretooth was well aware of that fact. See, the Good Captain was an occasional acquaintance of that clawed rodent, Wolverine. The only that would have made old red white and blues death better, would have been being there to see it first hand.
"Go ahead and make fun of me if you want. My head of security thought that I had gone a little nuts and was seeing a dead man walking until he saw the video of him."
Sabretooth shook his head slightly. "That chump had blue eyes, and was about two inches shorter... B'sides, Ya could see this ones hair, so i'm guessin' there was no suit on him. Back in the day, tha' suit and name were trademarked by tha' government. If remember right, I think that shield was an award though..." Sabretooth was alive during Captain's reign, luckily he didn't have to deal with the man too much though. Creed was with the CIA back around that time, and it gave him fairly good intelligence on just about anyone he would have liked. "Wish I could remember his real name... probably got some family left... maybe he trained someone... I got no clue." Hernandez's guess was as good as his own.
"Give me about three hours to meet my friend, get the information and return here. If that is inconvenient, you can look at what we have anytime you care to."
A small nod came in response, as the blond glanced down the hall. He hadn't been here in a while, and was trying to recall the buildings layout for a brief second. "Any chance ya know if Phoebe's around?" Sabretooth spoke of Mystique's daughter. She was as good as flesh and Blood to him despite her unfortunate relation, probably even more so considering she didn't seem hate him like his actual kids.
Re: A little more blood, and this is Home
"That chump had blue eyes, and was about two inches shorter... B'sides, Ya could see this ones hair, so i'm guessin' there was no suit on him. Back in the day, tha' suit and name were trademarked by tha' government. If remember right, I think that shield was an award though..."
Hernandez nodded at this reply, already haivng explored that avenue to a limited extent. Many of the files on Captain America were classified, and it wasn't like the United States government was very fond of Hernandez to begin with. Amazing what the importation of several tons of drugs per year into a country would do to your reputation.
"Any chance ya know if Phoebe's around?"
Hernandez noted that there was actually some concern in Sabretooth's voice at the mention of Phoebe's name. Granted, it wasn't a lot, but considering that the murderer standing in front of Hernandez had stated it, it was shocking. Hernandez didn't show any of this on his face, and merely replied "She was here earlier today. I don't think she has left the building but," Hernandez stopped and motioned at his torn and dusty clothing with one hand "She could have easily left without my knowing. And speaking of leaving, I need to get ready to meet my associate."
Starting up the stairs to wash up a little and put on some decent clothing, Hernandez called out "Take a look around and make yourself comfortable. If Phobe isn't here right now, she will be back soon."
Topic Commands
Click to receive email notification of replies
Click to stop receiving email notification of replies
