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<EFBFBD> Date O' Release: [08/07/92] Issue #8 <20>
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<EFBFBD> Captain Expendible #'s 1-3 By: Sir Robin & Madcap <20>
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Captain Expendable
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Vol. 1 No. 1
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By: Sir Robin & Madcap
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(NOTE: This is, agin, something I wrote just last month, and decided to
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publish here. I'm adding on a third episode, tho, for you kiddies.)
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This is a tale of the many faced SuperHero known as Captain Expendable. This
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is for all of you who are tired of seeing Wolverine or The Punisher go through
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Hundreds of fights, and survive. Yes, Kids, the bad guys DO win sometimes.
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The Tale Starts in a top secret CIA installation in a remote are of Colorado.
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In this building, known to the press as "An Independent research company Doing
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work for Uncle Sam", a strange CIA project is going on...
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"The Captain Expendable Program is our only hope of control in foreign
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countries," Colonel David Jacobs said. He was talking to his new boss, a
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General Cabol. Jacobs, a young man with jet black hair, and wearing an
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expensive suit, was walking down a well lit hallway explaining the
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installation to Cabol, the older, stockier man with spare White hair.. Jacobs
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describes some other Nerve Gas and weapon projects and they walk up to a
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heavily secured Steel door. with no windows, and 2 Security guards.
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Jacobs Continued "This building is a marvel of technology. There is a whole
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other building on the other side of the compound, and that is what the press
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thinks we are part of... We call it the press side..." A grunt was his reply
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from the General.
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"Ah, here we are," Jacobs said, as he flashed his id, and paused a minute for
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the retina scan. "Never can be too careful, General!" Jacobs pondered,
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considering that General Cabol hasn't spoken a word since they met, this
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morning! The general had just nodded. Hm.
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The two men walked into a control room, with all sorts of computer equipment
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and technicians. there was a thick, thick plate of fiberglass separating the
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control room, and a giant auditorium sized room, with many gate size doors in
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it. "General, this is the Captain expendable training room. That man in there
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is Jake Hobart, Master Cia agent." The general stared in awe, seeing the man
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flying around the training room, in a funny looking suit.
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"As you see, Mr. Hobart can fly. All part of the Captain Expendable Serum.
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Designed by our best lab guys, it does many things. First, and foremost, it
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will transform anyone, from a baby to an old man, into a 6 foot 250 pound
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bemoth. Also, it usually gives the recipient a super power. It varies with
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certain people, but we've concluded that two close relatives, or siblings,
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will have basically the same power. We have some twins lined up to take the
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serum, but not for a while yet. The serum has given Agent Hobart The power to
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fly, and super strength, which is rare, as most Patients Only receive one
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power. We are still figuring that out. And, The serum gives the patient a
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great case of patriotism. The Captain Expendable will be willing to die for
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his country in a snap. However, we cannot get a Captain expendable to kill
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himself just yet.... Well, Howard, let's surprise Jake with a monster robot!"
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"Fuckin Impressive!" The General said. His first words, in oh, 8 hours.
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A Technician, a Studious looking kid with brown curly hair and horn rimmed
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glasses pushed a button, and a giant robot flew threw an Equally giant door,
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straight at Agent Hobart. The agent charged head on at the killer robot....
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And busted right through!
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A gaping hole now rested in the middle of the robot, which looked like a
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Version of Rodan, from those bad Japanese movies. A warning sign began to
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appear on one of the computer screens, and Agent hobart stared at the broken
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robot in confusion. The Robot fell down, and started beeping.
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"Great!" Screamed Col. Jacobs!
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"Great Gobs of Fuckin' Goose Shit!" Yelled Gen. Cabol!
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"Oh Shit!" Screamed all the Technician in Unison!
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"ARRRRRRRRGH!" Screamed Agent Jake Hobart as the Killer robot exploded,
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Killing the agent, and making a big mess all over the training room.
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"FUCK!" Yelled the General.
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That about summed it up, doesn't it kiddies?
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"Don't worry," Jacobs said to the General as some worker drones carried away
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the ripped apart remains of Agent Hobart. "We have many more suits, and each
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suit has some hidden secrets, it depends on the mission. Some have guns built
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in, some are suits of Armor, some will allow the wearer to travel underwater
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easily, some have guns built in, all that. And, we have almost 40 People
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injected with the Captain Expendable serum."
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"Yeah, Sure, Fuckin-a, but how do we know that they won't fuck up? Which ones
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are Fucking trained enough to remember to shoot at the enemy?" The General
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Demanded.
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Jacobs opened a file folder and pulled a file marked "So Top secret if you
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read this, we'll tell your mom!", and said "Here are our Five top Captain
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Expendibles. The operative numbers are the ranking of skill, as based on the
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opinions of myself and my assistants. Usually, the top ranked operative, the
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one with the lowest number, will be the one heading out on the mission. As of
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yet, we haven't sent a Captain Expendable int the field, but soon...." The
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General Scanned the list.
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Name: Jack Hobart
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Status: Alive (As the General was reading it, Howard, the tech guy stamped
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"Deceased" over Hobart's file)
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Rank: Agent, CIA
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Powers: Flight, Super Strength.
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Operative number: 1
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Age: 28
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Ht: 6'3"
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Wt. 245lbs.
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And a picture showing the man whom's death we've all just witnessed.
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"Too bad about Hobart," Jacobs Commented "He was our best."
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Name: John Mason
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Status: Injured (Dismembered Right Hand, and arm, Cutting accident :SEE
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POWERS:)
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Rank: Staff Sgt. Army
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Powers: Ability to turn hands (The s in hands was crossed out) into a blade.
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Works well with human skin.
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Operative Number: 2
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Age: 32
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Ht: 6'6"
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Wt: 261lbs.
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And a Picture showing a Tall Muscular Black man with a big bandage where his
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right arm should be.
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"Poor guy," Jacobs Said, "He was hit with a lazer blast and was clutching his
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right arm, when the technicians told him to concentrate and bring his power
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out. It sure did come out. Ouch! Once he recovers, we'll build him a better
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arm... We have the technology!"
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Name: Frank Johnsen
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Status: Alive
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Rank: French Mercenary, Detained by CIA, Pardoned, First to take serum
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Powers: Super Speed
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Operative Number: 3
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Age: 35
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Ht: 5'8"
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Wt. 123 Lbs.
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Also, a Picture of a Lean Battle Aged Frenchman with Long Black hair in a
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streamlined Captain Expendable suit
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Jacobs Piped up "It's strange. All other Patients were transformed into big
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guys, but Frank is a Small guy.. Also, the first time he tested his power, it
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grafted the Expendable suit to his skin, but he was going so quick, it was
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painless. You can see the costume covers only the parts that are supposed to
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be covered... It's strange." The General continued..
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Name: Clyde Obier
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Status: Alive
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Rank: None
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Powers: Energy blasts from Hands
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Operative Number: 4
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Age: 16
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Ht. 6'3"
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A Picture of a tall White man with long, blond hair, and red eyes.
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"Apparently," Colonel Jacobs said, "Clyde was a student on a class field trip
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through the press part of the building, strayed away, and found a dropped
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needle of serum. the aide who dropped it, was too, dropped. Clyde, thinking it
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was heroin, injected himself. He killed two secuirty guards before we knocked
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him out. He had a choice. Have us fake his death and work for us, or, He'll
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die, but it won't be the aide's body in that car wreck, it'll be his. Guess
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which he chose." The General grunted, and read on...
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Name: Calvin Langston
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Status: Alive
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Rank: Ex-Seal, CIA Agent
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Powers: Gills, Steel Fists
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Operative number: 5
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Age: 37
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Ht. 6'7"
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A picture of a HUGE, Blue skinned man with gills, and hands that have been
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transformed into steel blocks.
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Jacobs again "Calvin is our biggest Captain, Nicknamed "Shark". He can convert
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his hands into steel blocks, and swim underwater indefinitely... Our
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Underwater man, for sure."
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"Well," The General said, "We'd Better Fuckin Get a new guy in this folder,
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and take that Fucked up Dead Fuckin' CIA guy out...."
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So concludes the first episode! Like it, ay? MUCH more to come from me!
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Episode 2 (oooo, 2 for the price of one, nifty, eh?)
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Frank Johnsen sat on the plane, and waited for the little light to go on so he
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could parachute into enemy territory. The plane, a small, commercial looking
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aircraft, was going to fly over a small seemingly deserted island.. but the
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CIA knew better. several third world countries had stolen funds, and were
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researching nuclear projects on the island. Johnsen's job was to parachute
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down there and take it all out. He smiled. The glory of America at work! He
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started humming America the Beautiful.
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On the ground, a radar device picked up the plane, and a defense system was
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readied. A quick lock on the small plane, and...
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BLAM! Johnsen awoke from his daydream of destroying America's enemies with a
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start, as he saw the entire front of the small jet was missing. he was not too
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gently sucked] out of the plane, and into freefall. Pulling his ripcord after
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a while, he landed in the ocean... "Crap," He muttered, "If I'd known this
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would happen, we'd have sent Shark, oh well." He quickly swam to shore, and
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checked out his costume.
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Everything worked. His costume WAS his skin, you see. So the gun built into
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the right arm could be shot off without the trigger, but by thought. Pretty
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neat.
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He heard footsteps, and using his superspeed, rushed towards them, Knife
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seeming to appear in his hand. He cut through the team of soldiers that were
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advancing forward to find out who parachuted into the ocean. He sliced a
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throat, gouged out some intestines, a head or two, and stopped quick - Too
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quick. He tumbled over in a heap, throwing the knife so he wouldn't fall on
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it. The knife flew through the bushes, and hit a sniper. "What luck!" Johnsen
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thought with a smile. the snipers body tumbled out of the bushes, and he had
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six bodies in front of him.
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Admiring his handiwork, and cleaning all the blood and organs off his knife,
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he started to whistle. He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his left shoulder, and
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he dropped his knife. A moment later, he heard the crack! Sniper! He'd been
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shot! Taking off at superspeed, he charged for cover, firing with his built in
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gun... A fire fight erupted as well trained mercenaries lept from the bushes!
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Johnsen was caught in a amsush, but he was much quicker than any of
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them.fleeing the gunfire, he ran faster, and faster, until a Tremendous boom
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sounded! He'd broken the sound barrier! Windows all over the island shattered,
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and Johnsen sped toward the buildings.
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Meanwhile, at the Top Secret CIA installation in Colorado....
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Jacobs and the General were monitoring Expendable progress, through I
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miniature camera in his suit, and his Suit's sensors. "Well, he seems to be
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okay, somewhat," Jacobs Said, "He survived when the bastards blew up the
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plane, and isn't hurt too bad in the arm. What he doesn't know is that he's
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gonna have to destroy everything on the island before we send another plane...
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Basically, we sent him in to wreak as much havoc as possible, so re-
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inforcements would come from another island where similar experiments were
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being held, so we can send an invasion force. He's a diversion."
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"Wait," The General piped up, "We sent him in, to get fuckin killed?"
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"No, to do as much damage as possible, then get killed. He knows the damage,
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but not the get killed part. see?"
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Back at the island, Johnsen was racing towards the sound of windows
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breaking.... He ran up a wall, into the second story of a building, hidden by
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trees & such from above, so satellites couldn't see it. Two
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engineers, were totally surprised by his appearance, and got two bullets in
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the chest each. They went down with a yelp.More soldiers appeared at the door,
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and Johnsen looked around. He was in a computer room, with monitors and
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keyboards lining the walls. The grabbed a monitor, threw it at the door, and
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in 10 seconds flat, he'd thrown 11 monitors. SuperSpeed isn't bad. The
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soldiers had backed off, and expendable could see two soldiers lying
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unconscious on thee ground, hit by a monitor or two. They received bullets as
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well. He ran into the hallway - Or should I say, his BODY ran into a hallway.
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The soldiers had set up a trip wire, neck length for him, Piano Wire, a
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garrote of some sort, in the doorway. His head was taken clean off. Ouch.
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In Colorado, The general Screamed "FUCK!" and threw a chair.
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On the island, a strange thing happened. Johnsen Melted. an Agent in the
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expendible serum would destroy the cells within a body, when they stooped
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receiving oxygen for a certain time. This triggered a mechanism inside the
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suit, which caused it to explode.... Nasty. No real evidence. Clean cut.
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Hope you liked that, and sorry if I borrowed an Idea from a comic book. Sue
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me. Well, Some more stories soon, as soon as I can dish em out.
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(Like Mayhaps Now)
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Episode 3:
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Jacobs and the General were, again, at the monitor, watching the newest
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Expendible in action... His name was Private Jason Gravil, and he could lift
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30 tons before breakfast. He was a tall, hulking, imposing figure... and he was
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about to die.
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No doubt about it.
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A new addition to the Expendible suit, which held twin mini-cannons for the
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Private, held a mini Hydrogen Bomb, the latest in CIA technology. But First,
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Let's retrace Private Gravil's mission:
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He was being sent to the very same island that Johnsen perished in... His
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mission basically the same. Infiltrate and Terminate. God Bless the USA.
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He leaped out of the plane, and opened his parachute, dreaming of conquest
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while floating on air to his doom. There seemd to be swarms of evil troops
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below him. No matter. His miniguns kicked to life as soon as he was within
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range.
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In actuallity, there were 24 troops on the beach, looking for some sort of
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invasion. 5 were cut down by Gravil's guns, and 3 were wounded...
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Gravil landed, taking two rounds in his left arm and shoulder, rendering it
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useless. He continued on...
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10 more troops fell, under a terrific onslaught. Gravis would pick up a tree
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or boulder and toos it casually at an enemy.. Bye-Bye.
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From behind, he heard a sound. Turing, and firing, he saw a man, clad in all
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black, leap over his fire. the man pulled out a Mini-Uzi and fired.
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Both men took some rounds.
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The Man clad in Black took a round in the leg, and another in the abdomen,
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nad he leaped away, towards an underground shelter. Reaching the shelter, and
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racing down an upward slope to a hidden helicopter, he pushed himsel faster.
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He had wasted the US puke.
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His files told him what was about to happen... his assistant helped him board
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the helicopter.
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Private Jason Gravil was dying, no doubt. He had taken Six rounds, Three to
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the chest, two in the right leg, and one in the right arm. He slumped to the
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ground..... and died. A minute later - He disappeared. Another minute:
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The island blew up. The device had worked. Jacobs had set it to full blast,
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which was 10. 1 would destroy 10 feet, 10 would destory 5-10 MILES. The
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island, and everything on it, was destroyed.
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No one noticed the small Helicopter flying away from the ruins, with one pilot,
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and one wounded passenger.
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So, that's episode 3. Who's the man in Black? How'd he know about the bomb?
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Why was he here? Why did I make up a new guy, just to kill him off?
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What do they put in Spam? Why should I ask? How muchj is it to Jersey?
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Do you care?
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Maybe ye'll find out.... Next time.
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Welp, that's it... DAMMiT #8 is a wrap. Nifty.
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Well, more DAMMiT News... Now that we have a fourth site, Seven Seconds has
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Been named WHQ. So, that's the pace that will get the DAMMiT Files the FIRST..
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But you can still get em all, or anything, on our other sites.
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If you'd like the Newest, Spiffiest DAMMiT Filez, or wanna Join DAMMiT, or
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would like your BBS to be a site, or just want to call a nifty board, or
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want your EarWax cleaned out, call these BBSes:
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