Flashpoint: Rio III Who: Rhodey, Narrative What: Gun blazing bad-assery! Where: Rio de Janeiro, Brazil When: (Backdated) Tuesday Oct 16th, 0645 hours Rating: R for intense combat Notes: The final chapter in Rhodey's Brazil Mission
Crash!!!
An armoured boot smashed through crumbling brickwork, sending dust and mortar exploding inward. Marching over the rubble, the War Machine came, arms raised and guns blazing. Inside, the manufacturing center exploded into chaos. Gunfire from a dozen positions blasted at Rhodey, even as the SHIELD teams breached the main entrance above.
Something struck Rhodey hard, sending him tumbling to the right. Looking up, he saw the looming form of a muscular Brazilian man, rents the size of bullet holes torn in his clothing, yet without a single scratch on him.
They're not called the Freaks for nothing...
The Brazilian slammed a fist into the side of War Machine's helmeted head. Inside, Rhodey's head rang and cracks spread across his HUD screen. "FUCK YOU!!" he screamed, as his minigun rotated up and blasted its payload into the Brazilian's face. As his foe staggered back, War Machine blasted his repulsors, sending his shoulder careening into the Brazilian. The two men flew across the huge open space of the manufacturing plant. War Machine managed to stop a split second before they reached the wall, by angling his repulsors- but the Brazilian wasn't so lucky- and was engulfed in collapsing masonry and rubble.
"Team 1 pinned down-- we need support--"
War Machine stood, looking up at the catwalks overhead. A dozen black clad SHIELD agents were taking cover behind oil drums, while a pair of Freaks unleashed their mutant abilities against the soldiers. A tall pale skinned man was breathing yellow energy beams, tearing white-hot rents in the catwalk, while his black companion froze everything ahead of him with icy blasts from either hand.
"I've got you covered!" War Machine yelled, as fly up to the catwalk- landing a dozen meters behind the two men, with a clank! The dark skinned man turned at once, his eyes widening at the sight of the silver-clad death machine. He immediately sent full blasts from each palm, as Rhodey ran straight toward him. War Machine's left shoulder was immediately encased in solid ice, seconds later his left leg was frozen to the catwalk.
Within the armour, Rhodey gritted his teeth, raising his left arm he fired off a barrage, sending the man diving for cover. With a grunt of exertion, Rhodey pulled his leg free, along with an entire section of the railing. The two foes turned their full attention toward him in response, each hitting him with their respective powers. Rhodey felt his torso freeze seconds before his face mask was torn off by a yellow energy blast. Ice was forming over his legs and left arm at an alarming rate. Raising his only free arm, the gun barrel on War Machine's arm clanked as a silver pipe leading toward his back connected in place.
Without a word, he fired- blasting the two men with liquid napalm. They screamed as molten flames engulfed them, searing into their flesh and muscle in seconds. From his frozen position Rhodey watched, wordlessly, as the two men burned to death. He felt bile rise at the back of his throat, but he wasn't sick. He didn't look away.
The gears and servos in his suit made grinding sounds as he struggled against the ice, until it eventually cracked. Knocking a large chunk off his shoulder, Rhodes turned back to look down at the manufacturing center. SHIELD agents were flooding into the space, and what Freaks were left were surrendering.
Nodding, he looked down at the destruction he had wrought, and nodded. "Mission Accomplished' he grunted, apparently to himself...