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How Many Times Must We Burn

A crackhouse raid goes wrong. There's an explosion. There's a scream. How many tries will it take for Flashback to get her whole team out safely?

Cw: Fire, burns, graphic depictions of injury (burns) and suffocation. Major character injury, possible major character death. Mentions of drug use, drugs, violence.

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"Are we all clear on the plan?"

Of course they were all clear in the plan. It was the same plan as always. Fade goes in, gives the warning, when that doesn't work, they all go in guns ablazing until the crackheads run away or are beaten into submission. Then they burn the drugs and steal the money. Rinse and repeat. Honestly the whole ordeal was starting to get old, Sara would kill for a bit of action now and again.

So of course, everything went down without a hitch. They went in, busted a couple heads, and took the money. It wasn't until they were looking for the drugs themselves that it all went bad.

The explosion rocked the building. The ground shook as fiery tendrils crawled through he doorway Fade and Masquerade had just gone through, and they were spreading through the rest of the room fast, eating through the old alcohol stained flooring and walls like dry tinder in a bonfire. The heat was unbearable. Then there was a scream.

Sara was almost too stunned to react, but she had learned long ago that every second was precious with a power like hers.

"Flashback!"

The room shifted back to the world of three seconds ago. The fire was gone, or not yet there, despite the lingering warmth like a mild burn against her skin.

"Fade, Mask, fall back! Everyone out!"

They all knew to follow her orders. They had trained it. They had made sure that when Flasback said something, there were no arguments because it was almost, if not always, a matter of life and death, and no one wanted to be the idiot who died because they didn't listen to the girl who had prevented their deaths thousands of times.

So they all listened and ran. Well, actually, the Blood Syndicate never ran. They retreated tactfully. Even if that did look like a mad, desperate dash for escape.

Even so, despite being trained to follow her orders, sometimes things went wrong. Sometimes they couldn't hear her yell, or she was just too late in general, or something else got in the way.

The explosion rocked the building and again, the air was filled with an ear-peircing, blood curdling, scream.

"Flashback!"

This time she went after her brother and Mask. They hadn't heard her last time, so she'd have to get to them directly. A tricky thing with her timetable.

The two were several rooms down a narrow hall, sorting through bins or capsules and pills. Sara had to forcibly stop herself from shoving a nice handful in her pocket.

"Guys, we need to get out! like, now!"

Fade's eyes widened and he immediately reached over to grab Mask's arm, yanking him harshly toward the door. It didn't much matter though, three seconds is a horribly short amount of time when you really need them to be long.

Sara didn't even register the sound of the explosion or the vibrations of the ground. She was much more preoccupied with the feeling of her flesh melting of her bones. The heat had come much more sudden and much, much stronger, surrounded by the barrels and barrels of poison. The shock tore her voice from her throat and the fire replaced it with acrid smoke.

Sara couldn't breath, and worse, she couldn't speak. The there was the scream. It was worse the second time. She didn't even know who's voice it was, wasn't that sad?

"F-flash- flashback!"

The fire was gone, so was the smoke. Still, Sara was finding it hard to breathe. Fade and Mask were still going through the barrels.

"Out! Now, Both of you!"

Her voice was raspy from the smoke, and picking herself off the floor was the most excruciating thing she'd done in a while, but they had to get out of there. She couldn't go through that burning again. Wasn't it funny that not even twenty minutes ago she had been begging for some proper action? Oh how fate can be a cruel mistress.

They got as far as the front room this time. The others didn't bother asking what they were running from, they all just fell on line as the explosion rocked the building for the fourth time. The wall of heat slammed onto Sara's back as they made there exit. It wasn't flashy or cool like they preferred, but they were all alive and that was good enough.

They had made it a block away from the smoldering remains of what was a crackhouse but was now more of a smoking pile of ash, before Sara finally collapsed. The heat still lingered under her skin and if she closed her eyes she could still smell the burning of her flesh. Heat the screaming. Taste the smoke.

Breathing hadn't come easy for a while now. It might have something to do with her desired method of disposing of the drugs they liberated, but it wasn't like she had ever had great lungs to begin with. Right now it felt like she was trying to breath thumbtacks. Every breath in sent waves of pain through her chest, and even breath out msd either worse. God, everything hurt. Even her head was pounding, Wise was shouting about something and that was definitely not helping. If it weren't for the circumstance, she would've considered having a smoke to calm herself, but that didn't seem like such a marvel idea at the moment.

Somehow she managed to pick herself up again, likely due to DMZ's assistance, then suddenly they were back at the warehouse. Odd, she hardly remembered the walk. Wise was still yelling and her head was feeling really cloudy. Maybe a nap would do. Shit, she really wanted that smoke right now.

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DC & Milestone's Black History Month: A Celebration of Dakotaverse Super Heroes promotional piece (2022)

Art by: Doug Braithwaite

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Dakotaverse’s “Blood Syndicate” Returns for Limited Comic Book Series

DC Comics and Milestone Media have announced Blood Syndicate: Season One, a six-issue limited series set in the Dakotaverse from writer Geoffrey Thorne and artists CHRISCROSS and Juan Castro.

Blood Syndicate: Season On will reunite members Tech-9, Wise Son, and Fade and return them to Paris Island, “Dakota’s densest and most impoverished borough, and the one hit hardest by the sickness, death, superpowers, and social upheavals of the Big Bang. Both Wise Son and Tech-9 have returned from their military tours in Afghanistan to a Dakota that’s far different from the one they left. While Icon and Rocket have been cleaning up the streets of drug traffic, other “Bang Babies” have been forming rival gang factions. At the same time, Holocaust has been doing some recruiting of his own, gathering a super-powered army to rule Paris Island with an iron fist. As he gains more and more influence, who’s looking out for the people when the other Dakota heroes aren’t around? And what secrets are Wise Son and Tech-9 hiding from their time overseas? When the battle lines get drawn through their neighborhoods, who of the many superpowered individuals on Paris Island will rise up to fight back for their turf—and who will fight for a chance at power far beyond the block?” (DC Comics)

Blood Syndicate: Season One #1, featuring a main cover by Dexter Soy, an “OG” variant cover by CHRISCROSS, a “new school” variant cover by Nikolas Draper-Ivey, and a 1-in-25 ratio variant cover b Juliet Nneka, goes on sale on May 10, 2022.

(Image via DC Comics - Dexter Soy’s Cover of Blood Syndicate: Season One #1)

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ChrisCross and Wil Quintana‘s character designs for Blood Syndicate (2022)

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365 DC Comics Paper Cut-Out SuperHeroes - One Hero, Every Day, All Year…

May 12th -  Wise Son 

Hannibal White had been a young man who grew up in the Paris Island neighborhood of Dakota City.   The neighborhood had been the part of town most neglected by the city; it was significantly impoverished and plagued by a great deal of drugs and street gang violence.  Hannibal got involved with one of the gangs and ended up involved in the so-called ‘Big Bang’ - this was a large scale brawl at the piers where the various gangs planned to fight it out for supremacy.   The local authorities caught wind of this brawl and attempted to break the fight up by spraying the crowd with tear gas.  

Unbeknownst to many, a mysterious element called ‘quantum vapor’ had been added to this tear gas.  The results were deadly with only a handful of survivors. And those who did survive found themselves bestowed with super human powers.  Hannibal was one such surviver and he gained super human strength as well as an ultra-dense molecular structure that rendered him essentially invulnerable.   Now calling himself the ‘Wise Son’ Hannibal and a number of the other surviver banded together to become The Blood Syndicate, a gang of powered individuals.  Wise Son’s experiences at the Paris Island Piers had a profound effect on him; he wondered if he was spared for a reason and it led him to be more involved with his Muslim faith and try to make the world a better place.

As such, he worked hard to turn the Blood Syndicate into a force for good yet was regularly undermined by his teammate, Holocaust, who wanted the use the gang to garner power and riches.  This ultimately came to a head in a final battle between the two where Wise Son defeated and apparently destroyed Holocaust.   With Wise Son now the undisputed leader of the Syndicate, the team became oriented toward protecting the citizens of Paris Island and ridding it of the narcotics rings that had taken root there.  The hero first appeared in the pages of Blood Syndicate #1 (1993)

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"Wise Son vs Holocaust" Milestone Forever #1

written by Dwayne McDuffie

art by Mark D. Bright

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Milestone: The Dakota Universe - Series 1 (1993)

#23 Blood Syndicate