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DoorMan #48
Lagos, Nigeria[February 3, 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
"You know that guy? What don't you know? His activities are sparsely detailed even in Wakandan databases." Shuri said and then it hit him. Wakanda knew. About HYDRA and even the smaller branches if they knew who Strucker was and that…that really pissed him off for some reason.
Having data on all countries and acting in your country's interest by sabotaging other countries is one thing, one heinous thing, but to actively ignore an organisation that could actually take over the world one day or was the closest to that goal out of any number of nefarious organisations throughout the world was…angering.
Sighing, he pushed all those away, and entered the Bunker, followed by Killian and Hansen, as the rest of the security guard stayed outside the bunker door that closed with a giant thud that echoed in the empty facility. It looked like some sort of unfinished doomsday bunker with some working facilities.
Strucker took a step forward, "Welcome, Dr.Killian, I hope your travels were comfortable."
Hansen stayed silent as Killian limped forward, "Yes, Mr.Strucker. Let me tell you that I am glad you took time out of your busy–"
Strucker interrupted the classic investor bootlicking, "No need for flowery words, Dr.Killian. I trust you have the final part of your formula?"
His eyes narrowed at that as he whispered to Shuri over the comms, "Scan the entire damned place." As far as his vision went, he could not really see any cameras of any sort that could be transmitting everything happening here live.
Nevertheless, he couldn;t really let whatever it was that Killian planned to hand over, get out of this room. If he had his way with it, the only people alive who would come out of this situation would be him, Shuri and Hansen, no two ways about it.
"I see three people behind that door. One of them is tied to a chair and the rest are guarding him, with guns. Also, no connectivity in this place except those short range radios. No cameras, no motion detectors. Nothing. It is completely isolated." Shuri informed him and he nodded.
Realistically, he did not really trust Shuri with any of the information he was sharing with her but he was going with the mutually assured destruction route here and hoped that Shuri did not really need the Extremis serum with her already substantial enhancements that would put Captain America to shame.
Really, what had she done to gain that level of enhancement, would remain a mystery to him. He would have hoped for Extremis to remain secret but he could definitely work with his, especially once he had a talk with Jin'Ya and both of them figured out what the hell was going on in Wakanda.
"Alright, I want you to make sure that no one kills anyone without my say so. So, keep that man alive." He ordered and she complied. In the meantime, he listened in on the tail end of Strucker's conversation.
"Let me remind you, Doctor, that as per our agreed upon deal, you give me the final piece of the formula that you have kept hidden from everyone, the one that makes people go boom in a spectacular fashion and in return, I give you something that will stop your test subjects from exploding. Now, the formula, please?"
The sound of guns being loaded made the man flinch as he took out a diary from his coat and took out a pen as well. He nodded in appreciation. Killian was at least smart enough to have the data in his brain and not written on some paper like an idiot. That way at least his life could be guaranteed but as expected, the man was a civilian greenhorn.
He would not survive a day under Strucker's hands if Strucker really wanted that formula. No, Strucker was after the finished product and this formula was just a stop in the middle to use as weapons. No, HYDRA were hoarding anything and everything that could help them with their end goal which was world domination and he had no doubts in his mind that Strucker had already arranged the deaths of everyone involved in the creation of perfected Extremis once it was finished.
Strucker snapped his fingers and two soldiers dragged a table and a chair for Killian to sit into and write down the formula. Killian was probably smart enough to recognise that his science team, aside from Hansen, had been infiltrated by all the people who showed interest in his illegal endeavours, so he had kept the most important part to himself.
These morons must not know that Hansen was the real brains behind this thing and would fold under the threat of torture so fast that Killian wouldn't even have the time to say traitor.
"Colin, something is wrong with this man," Shuri informed him as she continued. "His body temperature. It's way higher than it should be. I honestly don't know how this man is even alive at this point."
His eyes narrowed as he remembered something. Hurriedly speaking into the comms, "Scan his vitals. Make sure he is alive. Inform me once you have identified him. Do whatever you have to, make sure he lives."
"Alright."
This little operation just got a whole lot more beneficial for him. Killian continued to write down page after page of the formulas along with the process for Extremis as Strucker just stood there, looking down, amused.
His comms crackled to life as Shuri replied, "This man is different. His body is completely stable despite his entire body being hot enough to the point normal people would have died from heat strokes. I might need a DNA sample after we are done. Also, I got a partial hit on his face structure, it's really tough to get through these thick walls; his name is J.T. James, former street artist, no financial entries after November of last year."
He grinned as he finally got confirmation on it. "Shuri, on my mark. I want you to take care of the guards around him. Make sure J.T. James is unconscious, I will deal with the rest of them."
"Are you sure? I can hel–"
He scoffed, "I can handle this." "Fine."
He moved around the hall, to have a better aim at Strucker. He was going to manifest an Air Door at his foot, a giant One to propel him past Killian and straight into Strucker. Yeah, the fucker was not going to make it today, of that he was certain.
"Shuri, move once you hear it."
"Hear what?" Shuri asked but he did not reply.
Grinning, he angled his body using the smaller doors inside his orange onesie, and after aligning himself, created a giant Door and thrust himself in the direction of Killian. There was a giant boom in the small hall, made worse by the echo as he found himself on the other side, right in front of the door which Shuri was in the process of ripping out, after making two holes in it.
He flicked his hand and activated the enchantment to clean his orange onesie as he looked behind at the sound of bullets being fired. Killian and Hansen were fine due to the Air Doors as he flicked his hand and used the one covering Hansen to let loose a violent burst of wind that flung the soldiers into walls, with sickening crunches of bones being broken.
Within seconds of his initial movement, the entire bunker had gone silent, save for the panic on the other side of the door, which should take a while to open.
He deactivated his stealth, as Shuri did the same, both of them looking at the place where Strucker once was. Now the only thing left was not something nice to look at. Turning to the other side, he waved his hand as Hansen and Killian were deposited to one side of the bunker while another Fire Door manifested in front of the two downed guards and Strucker's remains before it was all burned by the fire.
Walking to the one Inhuman who was supposedly the key to regulating the Extremis output, he kneeled down and touched the man using his CHI. It returned a general reading of the man's health and aside from slight dehydration, he was in good health, with no poison running through his system.
That was good. Turning around, he came face to face with Shuri who was not looking amused by it, "So, you can make fire now? What are you, the freaking Avatar?"
He did a double take at that, "You guys have Anime in Wakanda?" The knee jerk reaction was warranted.
After all, Wakanda was infamously isolationist.
Shuri rolled his eyes at him, "We are isolated, not without taste. In the words of my fellow people, we are "Men of Culture" which I believe is a gender neutral term, just like bro in the English language."
He shrugged, agreeing, "Okay. Now, let's clean up."
After all, he was soon going to have one of the tools that could become the holy grail of human medicine if he played his cards right.
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