Colonel Nicholas Fury

[colonel-nicholas-fury]

Elimination (G-96) @ Thomas

[dr-alchemy]

Tom’s heart sputtered to a halt in his rib cage then it slammed into a panicked frenzy . His end?It didn’t make any fucking sense. Tom was a scientist, he did not have enemies. the confusion made him hesitate for a while but seeing the blades brought him out of it. with an inhuman sound , Tom began fighting wildly, true fear triggering his fight or flee response. ” W-why? I’m N-no one.” He struggled as he spoke, desperately wanting to get away

[colonel-nicholas-fury]

The complete lack of emotion G-96 had allowed him a much more refined, direct train of thought to things. However he did still understand empathy and its experiences, from other people... So a lack of information seemed unnecessary, considering the man's soon-to-be end. The flailing and fighting of Thomas likely only hurt him more, hitting and kicking and making impacts on an incredibly hard alloy.

"You are far more than that. You have the potential to be of a higher level than most Mutants can ever dream to be. You got in the way of our assessment of Pandemic, and have become a consistent distraction. That is something that needs to be rectified... Now stop struggling."

G-96's free hand cocked back before quickly making two small incisions in his abdomen, almost symmetrical. The pain Tom likely experienced was sudden, intense, and left a searing sensation in his nerves. Retracting the 'claws', the cyborg stared him down; his target was a doctor, so it probably didn't take more than a few seconds for him to realize G-96 had just punctured his adrenal glands...

[colonel-nicholas-fury]

Elimination (G-96) @ Thomas

[dr-alchemy]

Tom was completely taken by surprise as he was lifted and thrown. The air in his lungs left in a rush when he hit the wall. He did not even struggle at first. His mind was slow to catch on. Dr. Mccoy was trying to hurt him. Tom grabbed the man and let hos power surge on pure instinct.The power exploded outward, sparks and static ripped through the air as his power slammed back into him with enough force to actually crack the tiled wall behind him. It took his breath and stunned him a bit. It had been a really long time since that had happened to Thomas. For his powers to work he had to understand what he was transmuting. Tom had taken the time to understand all the known elements because of this.It was really second nature to him. Hank Mccoy was a mutant but he was still just another X gene positive human….Tom should have been able to hurt him but he couldn’t even make a fucking dent. what ever this was, it was not Hank Mccoy and it was not human.

" What the fuck are you?"

[colonel-nicholas-fury]

A dark, inhuman chuckle echoed from within 'Hank', despite his mouth not moving.  Despite the complete lack of true empathy or emotional capability for G-96, there was still a sense of satisfaction and achievement.

"Your powers aren't even functioning on a conscious level. Fighting on instinct when in danger. A systematic fallacy in your reasoning. It is surprising no one has killed you yet." 

The facade melted away and Tom was faced with a sleek, semi-humanoid form of sheer white. It had few features from the neck down, no signs of joints or even muscles, just smoothe white surface on a slender humanoid shape that was almost seven feet tall. Instead of feet there were simply flat pads - the hands were also smooth but had seven fingers in all. The face had blank, black-and-red pupils, clearly mechanical sensors, no nose, and a small mouth. But as the pressure increased on Tom's neck, starting to squeeze the breath out of him, the lips curled into a smirk and opened. The teeth resembled a predator's, unfit for a human's mouth; each tooth ended in a sharpened pointed and was almost an inch long.

"I am your end. Unless you care to try and kill me one more time." Now at his full height, G-96 raised Tom to be above eye-level, his feet dangling a good two feet off the ground. The cyborg's other hand stretched out, each of the seven fingers shifting into blades... Each several inches long and twitching.

[colonel-nicholas-fury]

Elimination (G-96) @ Thomas

[dr-alchemy]

Tom could not speak he was so floored. He tried and failed to get himself under control, his mouthing opening and closing several times before he could even get a word out. Dr. Mccoy was his idol, the man he’d strove to be like. Tom worshiped the man..and now he was here in front of him. The moment felt surreal and Tom was having a hard time breathing and hearing.” I-i-i..” He cleared his throat and tugged on his collar. ” Y-yes of course Doctor.If you want to follow me…?” He took the hand offered, shaking a bit even though he tried really hard to not to.

[colonel-nicholas-fury]

G-96 nodded, his form offering a warm smile as he shook Thomas' hand. As their hands separated, the cyborg engaged his analysis protocols, assessing the man's chemical balances and body language. As 'Hank' motioned for Thomas to take the lead, his soon-to-be assassin was measuring the different responses that were being experienced. Anxiety, excitement, insecurity, a little bit of panic... All things that could work for or against G-96, depending on the adrenaline reactions. An easy fix, of course.

Just as the Doctor's hand reached the doorknob, he was snatched up by the back of his shirt. In a single, fluid, forceful motion, the cyborg threw Thomas into the opposite wall back-first. Before he could even sink to the ground, the hand of 'Hank' was wrapped around his throat, choking hard with superhuman amounts of pressure. G-96 smiled from ear to ear in his temporary form, raising his target off the ground, letting the man's feet dangle almost a foot from the ground in confusion.

[colonel-nicholas-fury]

Necessary Adjustments @ Abigail Brand

[agentabigailbrand]

The long drive had given Abigail plenty of time to get her thoughts in order. She felt more at peace now than she had since coming to this place. When fury had called and tied things up with her job Abigail had not argued. She didn’t belong there, she knew that. SWORD had been her life and no matter how hard she had tried to make herself into something new, she was born for that sort of life.

His voice brought her out if her thoughts. “trust you?” She had to think over the words carefully. She had trusted Nick with her life, with her husband’s life..but that had been a different world…still…. "I trusted you in one universe director, i dont see why I could not in this one too."

[colonel-nicholas-fury]

As soon as she responded, Nick sped up a good ten MPH, taking a hard left onto a cliff-edge of the highway. By the second curve the guard-rails had come to an end, leaving nothing but open road and a sheer drop into the water. "That's good to know. I have had to develop some more... unorthodox methods since going into hiding. Brace yourself." He turned to smile while slamming his fist into the dashboard... accompanying the motion by veering left, sending the car careening into the abyss.

When the car impacted the water and began to sink, eyes as keen as Abigail's would have noticed how it never seemed to quite touch the car... As though a thin bubble surrounded them. When the Colonel put on the brakes and pulled a keyboard from a compartment in the steering wheel, he began to explain while punching in commands.

"When I faked my own death, I did not do so alone. There were a few dozen Agents I have worked with in the past twenty plus years that i would trust with my life... So I tapped them to join me. The Enterprise salesman was one of them." The car's wheels seemed to fold into themselves as the sound of powerful rotors began to echo in the water. Almost like a submarine, Nick began to direct the car downwards as he flicked the brights off and on several times.

"There are about forty eight bases hidden throughout the world in specific, hard to reach locations. Each of them belong to SHIELD and were commissioned back in the seventies. Their existence was originally known only to 33rd-degree SHIELD Agents... I am the only 33rd-degree Agent in the history of the organization, however." He grinned as the lights of the car seemed to stop penetrating the water several yards down, a ripple in the water evident. Abigail's gaze caught a glimpse of a large underwater facility built into the cliff side, which they were aiming directly for.

It took less than ten minutes for the two of them to pass through the forcefield and dock the vehicle into an airlock between the outside and the base. As the outer doors slammed shut and water drained out of the compartment, he turned back to her.

"I am sure in your world, this seems like child's play... But we have to make do with technology as it stands."

[colonel-nicholas-fury]

Elimination (G-96) @ Thomas

[dr-alchemy]

there was a bright green stain on tom’s lab coat and his grey tee shirt, thanks to an intern leaving an open bottle of stain on the edge of the counter. He was still fuming about it but he’d managed to keep his cool long enough to leave the lab. it was rough around the lab lately with being so understaffed. He no longer even had a personal assistant, though that was not that big of a deal. tom was used to doing things himself. it was pulling half the interns job on top of his own that was running him into the ground.

After washing it the best he could in the bathroom sink he realized he had to use the restroom as well so he did so quickly,.his mind still wrapped in work. he did not hear anyone else enter the room so he almost had a heart attack when he turned and was not alone. it turned into a small panic attack when he saw who was standing there. He tried to speak but it did not work. he just stammered miserably.

[colonel-nicholas-fury]

G-96 smiled from the facade of Hank McCoy, the look on Thomas' face only furthering his pleasure at choosing this form. He stepped closer, extending a hand to the man and smiling. The cyborg couldn't resist twisting the knife just a little more.

"I have heard quite a lot about you in the years since you left the institute. From what I have heard, your spirit and passion for changing the world has only increased. The Professor said you were working with SHIELD and making some great breakthroughs in the area of Mutant Genetics...

If it would be possible, could I see some of what you've come up with?"

'Hank' smiled, waiting for a response and a return of the offered handshake.

[colonel-nicholas-fury]

Elimination (G-96) @ Thomas

OOC: This para will start off with The Spectre, just so his whereabouts are accounted for during this para.

IC: 

The Shadow Spectre concluded his meeting with G-96, satisfied with the results. The cyborg had seemed almost glad to hear of their mutual success... Not that the damn thing was capable of emotions. He stepped out of the shadows and into his own abode, dwelling on what they had discussed. His 'partner' had given William the identities and locations of six separate individuals, all disgruntled SHIELD employees who were close to a breaking point according to the cyborg's data.

Despite his 'occupation' The Spectre was far more concerned with the fact that two of them worked with Thomas, and if they did in fact break, it could involve an attack on Thomas himself. That was simply unacceptable, and they would have to be dealt with... Violently, if necessary.

-Meanwhile-

G-96 materialized into the Genetics Laboratories in full cloaking mode, staring down the one known as Thomas Jones. His plan had gone flawlessly - Agent Pandora and The Punisher had been exposed to his employer, who had ensured they would be erased from existence shortly. The Spectre would be occupied with the perceived threats to his favorite Chaotic Focal Point, giving G-96 all the time he needed to kill the worthless meatbag before it became more of a complication.

As Thomas tinkered with something on a computer as the other remaining employee got up to leave, the cyborg felt a great degree of satisfaction. He had anticipated The Spectre's obsession and twisted the reported information, knowing the man would occupy himself less with his own work and more with what could be perceived as a threat to the Doctor. A convenient distraction.

It simply came down to a waiting game, as G-96 knew that leaving a trail in the labs would spell trouble... So with silent steps and still under cloak, he followed Thomas down the halls to the bathroom and sealing the door by melting the frame's metal while his target urinated in a stall.

When Thomas turned back around, he was met with a very friendly and familiar face... Solely for his assassin's amusement.

"Hello, Thomas."

[colonel-nicholas-fury]

Necessary Adjustments @ Abigail Brand

[agentabigailbrand]

It felt like Abigail’s throat was closing up as fury walked away from her. He was barely out the door before her tugged her apron off and followed after him. ” Hey Fred! I have an emergency at home and i have to go! cover for me, ok?” Her manager opened his mouth to argue but she was already out the door, catching up with Nick.”you’re right. you’re…goddamn you are right.” She placed a hand on his arm to stop him, locking her gaze with his. ” Everything I’ve every loved or enjoyed is gone. And I don’t know where to go from here. But…I don’t think this is it.” She gestures behind her at the store. ” I’m really bad at taking help Nick. I’m sorry.”

[colonel-nicholas-fury]

Fury's head pivoted, looking back at Abigail. As cold as his expression was, his tone allowed the smallest sense of compassion to come through.

"Well, if I were you, I'd learn to suck it up. I don't like accepting help either, but somethings you can't handle alone. That's why I am a Director, not a Dictator."

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It took several hours and a few phone calls before Nicholas seemed satisfied to leave the city. His responses to her questions had been to the point and short - he was going to take her to where he had been hiding for close to a year, that it was the sort of information so classified it wasn't even kept in the Archives. Eventually, Fury picked up a vehicle from an impound lot just outside of New York City, explaining to Abigail she did not need to worry about her old employer. He would ensure an undercover Agent would be taking her place, as well as funding much of the store's costs for a month. The easiest way to avoid leaving a paper trail was paying people off, in his experience.

They had been driving for hours, having just crossed some state lines and into Delaware.

"If you plan on ever helping SHIELD reach the point of creating our own version of SWORD and its constituents, you're going to need to trust me unconditionally. You know that, correct?"

[colonel-nicholas-fury]

Necessary Adjustments @ Abigail Brand

[agentabigailbrand]

Her eyes fell over his face and she instantly became guarded, a dagger in her heart at the familiar features. He looked exactly like the man she had fought beside, just like the man she had come to respect and look up to…but he wasn’t. Her friend had died for her and all of the things they had gone through together no longer mattered. She did not look at the director, unable to. Abigail picked up the cookie and scanned it.

"Director, I told you my answer. I am happy here. My life is finally peaceful. I can not work for you." She smiled in an effort to brighten up her face." I appreciate what you have done for me Sir, but I am content." She bagged the cookie and handed it to him. ” Your total will be one dollar and twenty-three cents.”

[colonel-nicholas-fury]

Fury's eye watched her face, having half-expected her to lie. Abigail couldn't even look at him face to face when she spoke, a long ways away from the SWORD Director he had heard of. He took the change from her, staring her down in thought.

"Content? Is that your life's goal now, content?" Nicholas scooped the cookie up, shaking his head from side to side.

"You can choose your own path as you wish, Ms. Brand. Just make sure it's what you really want. Be completely certain that you are okay with abandoning the path your Director died for - the path that made you worth saving, of everyone he could have chosen.

Whatever you do... Do not lie to yourself, most of all." Fury scooped up the cookie and started to walk away from the register, turning to give her a meaningful look.

[colonel-nicholas-fury]

Necessary Adjustments @ Abigail Brand

Nicholas' thoughts had drifted these past few weeks, especially as things escalated faster and faster. He had a few aces up his sleeves, but there was a large gap between a few tricks and a literal army, which was what he had to face. But it didn't stop him from remembering Abigail Brand - a woman he had never met before having to fake his own death, but seemed a better example of SHIELD than himself.

Her pedigree, her resume, and her reputation were incredible. In the other universe, she had been one of the most important people in SHIELD's history for a reason, having been more than vital to SWORD. What had made it so much more jarring was the inevitable doom that had befallen her 'verse. Having to kill your husband to save him a horrific death and have the closest thing to a boss or leader-figure sacrifice himself, in part to save you... That was something most people didn't bounce back from. Even with a new lease on life, it was just too much to handle.

But Abigail Brand was not most people.

He waited, tapping his left boot up and down as the woman in front of him finally walked away. As Nicholas stepped forward, he saw Abigail's expression change immediately, especially once he set his single cookie next to her register. He did his best to keep a straight face, but cracked a small smile at her Earth Fare name tag.

"My original offer is still open, Ms. Brand... Unless you want to explain to me exactly what the best way is for a man to go organic?"

[colonel-nicholas-fury]

Hii!

So, just got the laptop fixed again!

However, they were unable to salvage any of the data due to a failsafe being tripped at the wrong time during the original crash. So, I have nothing. No gifs, no drabbles, nothing at all sadly.

So give me about a week to catch up/recoup my losses!

[colonel-nicholas-fury]

Like a Ninja

So, Tom-mun has had a long day and is feeling fuzzy-minded. I put her to bed for a nap, which may turn into sleep depending on how she feels. She is aware of (and was working on) replies though, so no worries there!

In the mean time, I'm going to try and catch up on some of mine. Besides our laptop going ker-dead, I got pretty rough feeling myself, having picked up Tom-mun's stomach virus. So, here's to trying to get some replies of mine done :)

[colonel-nicholas-fury]

No Words Can Express My Anger Properly

So... yesterday the laptop I've been using threw a BSoD at me out of nowhere (literally - I had just had it on next to me while playing a video game) and when it restarted, it gave me the dreaded Disk Read Error.

Until further notice, I am on temporary forced hiatus. I will try to post here and there when I can steal Tom-Mun's computer (which is horrifically slow), but I can't make any promises.

- Fury/Thor/The Punisher/Director Bartel/Peter Parker/The Spectre-mun

[dr-alchemy]

Ooc

Mun has caught the virus of death and is very sick but i will try to slowly get to replies,promise!

[colonel-nicholas-fury]

Yeah, Tom-Mun wasn't feeling well this morning. She was going to try to go to work and 'suck it up' despite throwing up and I was like

So yeah. Took her to the doctor and Tom-mun is very sick - she's got a tummy virus AND a sinus infection, so I am trying to take care of her/keep her alive and medicated. We will be trying to get to replies slowly today, but she's home-ridden for the next day or two, so no promises.

[colonel-nicholas-fury]

So.... This has sucked.

As has probably been noticed, my activity has been nuked into crap (once-twice a week posting), and I thought an explanation is deserved. 

We are short-staffed at work, enough so that I worked well into overtime last week (and probably will this week, too) just to make sure we had SOMEONE working in the afternoon everyday (I work somewhere that's open 24 hours)... Which is pretty exceptional since every time anyone goes into overtime where I work, our Store Manager pretty much gets his job threatened. I'm getting called in every day I have off, to boot. Since I work the afternoon shift and I work far from where I live, it's very rare if I get home before 11 PM (at the earliest), and I'm already drained.

However, I am hoping to catch up Wednesday (when I am supposed to finally be off and hopefully don't get called in). If not, I will at least get some of them out one way or another!

[colonel-nicholas-fury]

Huzzah!

So, I THINK I've done almost all of my replies. If I owe you, please send me a text/Skype/ask/etc to remind my forgetful idiot ass!

Also: I've noticed an issue with Tumblr resetting who I was following for some people, so I'm going to be checking all of that. If you get spammed, I'm sorry, and if I'm not following you on anyone, lemme know :) 

[colonel-nicholas-fury]

Hunting for Answers and Allies @ Erika (???)

[erikasmirage]

Erika’s stomach plummeted as Angela started scrolling through her phone. There was no way she was going to give them information on Zach. If they didn’t know who he was, she was going to keep it that way. Unfortunately, they had her phone and lots of text messages proving the relationship she had with him.

The girl’s facial expressions caused even more panic as Erika knew she was figuring out just who Zach was to her. She struggled against her bonds in the chair again, still feeling as though she’d been run over by a truck. Twice. Her breathing quickened through her pain and struggles, and the panic broke through her facade as she watched that horrible grin spread across Angela’s face.

“No. No way in hell. He’s got nothing to do with this. He’s a nobody, no one you’d be interested in.” Shaking her head, resolve tried to mask her panic, “You’ve got me, you don’t need him.”

[colonel-nicholas-fury]

Angela smiled widely at Erika before nodding, twirling the phone in her hands as she tossed it back and forth. "Oh reaaaaaaaally?" She walked in a slow circle around the girl, watching her closely.

"Don't worry, we won't hurt him. You, on the other hand..." She tossed the phone to the man who quickly caught it, looking displeased at the situation once more. "Well, I bet you will make sure he screams really good in a very different way, once we are done with you.

In the mean time, of course, I've got you for at least another twenty four hours. So you stay right here..." Before Erika could blink, Angela chopped her in the neck hard enough she couldn't breathe for several seconds. With that, both of her captors disappeared through a door. She had several minutes alone with her thoughts and pain before Angela returned, toting a blowtorch.

"Now, where was I..."

[colonel-nicholas-fury]

Munday

This is technically from yesterday but eh. I woke up from a nap and Tom-mun had taken my shirt. Our roommate had just gotten home and, well...

I needed a shirt to wear, so I took hers.