Characters: Deadpool, Sabretooth and Birdy Tagging: Sabretooh and Birdy Location: Political gala event in Manhattan. Timeline: Present. Description: Someone hired two different mercenary teams to take out the same target. Destruction ensues.
It was a night unlike any other and from his spot on the roof he could feel a certain electricity in the air. It was going to be one hell of a night. The assignment came in over the usual channels to the Hellhouse and there had been a lot of commotion about who would get this job. It was a danger loving merc’s dream job with a high stake and a huge bonus if it can be done out in the open with a lot of collateral damage. It was like all of Deadpool’s dreams came true with this job and the merc with a mouth had to break a monumental amount of thumbs to snag all of the info. Now here he stood, waiting for his moment in the spot light.
On the street below it was like a Hollywood event was being played out before him. There were camera’s and people being interviewed. “Man, I haven’t seen this many feebs roll out for something like this since that superman movie tanked. All for a political debate. If people liked being lied right to their face they should get into the dating scene. Either way your getting screwed, at least in a relationship you might not end up drafted cause of some bozo’s foreign policy. Ooops, look at me being political.” Deadpool was talking into an ear piece to his go too guy. “You know Weasel, I once though of going into politics but the thought of coming face to face with Hillary Clinton made me wet myself.”
“Wad-- Deadpool. Could we just focus at the task on hand? I’m gonna have a hell of a time scrambling half of these video feeds. I know they want it public but even we don’t want that kind of publicity.” Weasel said on the other end of the line.
“Right right. Looks like I’m gonna have my work cut out for me. Lets hope we’re here first. I don’t want to deal with any other merc reject’s.” Deadpool quipped back. He secured his line and then leapt over the edge of the building. “POCAHANTAS!” He shouted as he plummeted the stories toward the concrete below. The line went taut and it swung him to the side towards the bright lights and crowds. Landing in a crouch he stood up in a grand gesture. “Ladies and Bleeders! Let’s get this part started!”