Bravo team’s base was an old fire station with a bunker built by the Doctor beneath it and a chain link fence around it to keep the zombies away, the Chevy plowed right through it. The Chevy was trailing black smoke from the engine as it came to a rough stop in the lot inside the fence. One tire was ripped and shredded, despite being armored. The armored canopy was covered in black smoke and the riddled with tears and misshapen lumps from all the punishment it had taken and the paint job was nonexistent, replaced by bullet holes and the scorch marks and tears in the metal from explosives detonating too close. The needle on the gas gauge was also dipping below the red line.
The Driver, Doctor, and Gangster stumbled from the battered Chevy, each of them bleeding and dazed from their haphazard ride through the city. The Robot and the Vampire were in better shape and they didn’t stumble so much when they exited the Chevy, but the Robot’s metal body was scorched black and he was out of ammo while the Vampire was covered in blood.
When they’d fled the base the group had managed to lose most of their pursuit, but they’d had to make a stand it had cost them. There was still pursuit coming, but the Driver had used the last of his little presents to slow them down. They had about a minute or less to breathe before there were more Union Army soldiers crawling up their ass.
A worn garage door in the side of the fire station began going up and behind it was bravo team. The Doctor jogged over to them and clasped hands with the meaty fist of the Brick.
“Is the tower functioning?”
The Brick’s voice was thick and growly and heavy with a German accent, “Your tower is function, whining and setting our teeth on edge with its droning.”
“Excellent. Three APCs are en route, ideally unable to use their radios to make our position known.”
A grin split the Brick’s misshapen face and he rumbled, “Good. We have grown tired of battling the mad ones.”
Bravo team moved into position as alpha team took refuge in the fire station. The Brick was a massive creature, as wide and tall as the Robot and very nearly its weight. He’d once been a patriot and firm adherent of the Nazi dogma, still was to a certain extent. A call had gone out to the elite and competent soldiers in the Führer’s armies. The Brick had answered and been entered into a variety of super soldier programs.
When they’d begun work on him they’d used vat grown muscle tissue to bulk up his frame and made him a lumpy, misshapen man that only vaguely resembled who he’d once been. After he was able to put his fists through brick walls they’d cut him open again and began removing nerves and bathing his flesh in deadly chemicals designed to kill its ability to feel pain and toughen it to resemble alligator hide. The final result was a unfeeling mountain of a man.
He’d joined forces with the Doctor as they both fled Europe for their unique reasons. For the Brick it had been refinements of the techniques that created his powers. The scientists that had grown the muscle tissue implanted in him had perfected their techniques for turning flesh into armor and conditioning of soldiers to provide them with the super prefix. The artificial muscle tissue was expensive to create though, and the scientists felt that it would be more prudent to decommission an obsolete model than to expend resources crafting brand new materials. The Brick had disagreed and fled his homeland, vowing to take vengeance on the country that had betrayed him.
The Immortal was a twig next to the Brick, and he liked it that way. He’d been a cryptographer working in German intelligence, a master of codes and riddles and ciphers of all kinds. He’d been attached to a sister program to the one that had created the Brick and had been encrypting their data to ensure that their superiors and only their superiors had proper access to it. While stationed in the facility there had been a chemical spill and the lab had gone into lockdown for over a month.
While in lockdown he had gotten a look at what the scientists were working on, not realizing at the time that some of the images he was viewing were representations of the human genetic code. At the time he had seen it as just another coded message, biology was beyond him but ciphers were his stock and trade and with nothing better to do he’d taken to dismantling the code.
In short he had succeeded in dismantling the structure of human DNA and to a certain extent that had allowed him to understand what genes did what and how to manipulate them. Working with the scientists he had been able to manufacture an interface between his mind and body that allowed him to convert his thoughts and intentions into stimulating his body into doing things. Once the interface had been refined enough that it was an internal device, rather than a clunky device the size of the Chevy, he was capable of doing nearly anything with his body. He could regenerate tissue, regrow limbs, tolerate extreme temperatures and fight off even the most tenacious diseases. To fuel these abilities he was forced to consume almost as much food as the Brick, whose appetite was prodigious.
Eventually the Germans had bombed the lab into oblivion to prevent the released chemicals from escaping, which seemed counterintuitive to the Immortal, trapping him and the scientists he was working with. Food had run out before air and water, the Immortal began to starve and without something to eat as fuel he could not use his abilities. With his back against the wall he’d been forced to turn his powers onto the scientists down there with him and had rearranged their own genetic code and turned them into goop, which he’d promptly eaten as fuel. In his defense, they had attacked and tried to kill him first, believing that he would eventually turn on them and eat them for fuel.
Like the Brick, the Telekinetic was a patriot. His line was old and of the purest Aryan heritage, a true example of racial purity and German pride. His family also had a long history of psychic potential, and that had brought them to the attention of the Führer’s scientists and their ploys to build better soldiers. The Telekinetic had initially possessed no powers, but his two young sons had. One possessed the ability to see through objects and the other could scramble molecules and disintegrate others.
Despite their abilities, the children were more trouble than they were worth, as they were young and could kill anyone they felt deserving of such treatment. The type of scientists engaged in researching better ways to turn men into monsters were not well known for their compassion, patience, or understanding. They found a soldier already inclined to obey them and as equally inclined to kill at the behest of the military. They killed the children and attempted to graft the portions of their optical nerves responsible for their powers to this soldier. They only succeeded in giving the soldier the ability to destroy matter with green eye beams.
As happens frequently in cinema and literature, when pushed well past all reasonable tolerances, a mundane man manifested extra-normal powers. The Telekinetic gained the ability wield his mind as a weapon capable of battering the world around him with telekinetic fists of pure mental force. Choking on the guilt resulting from being forced into the role of traitor, the Telekinetic killed most of the scientists responsible for his tragedy save for one named Mayne. As a hunted fugitive he had one choice, and that was to flee to America and it was in the South that he met up with the Doctor and his crew.
When the first APC blasted through the chain link fence surrounding the fire station it stopped dead in its tracks. For his trouble, the Brick had busted three ribs which only felt like a vague ache in or around his chest, his next move was to reach through the grill of the trunk and tear apart the engine with his thick fingers. The troops inside were stunned by the fact that he was still standing and barely bloodied so he had enough time to jog to the side of the APC and tip it over as well before the troops moved into motion and the second one arrived.
Note: Just so everyone knows, I basically just write this stuff and post it with no proofreading or editing of any kind. I just finish and post, so if it is a hair sloppy or prone to misspelling, that is why. The Word document on my laptop is in slightly better shape (and over eighteen thousand words at this point).
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