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DoorMan #41
Stark Industries Accomodations[February 3, 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
"Nooooo!"
He took it back, this internship was awesome! He laughed in triumph as he finally won, in chess. Yup, it was currently 2 in the morning, and he was in the lobby of their accommodation and was playing chess with one of his fellow interns.
Leaning back into the chair, he looked around him and saw similarly enthused forms playing board games of various sizes and shapes, scattered throughout the lobby attached to them. The layout of the building was unique as well.
It had seven floors with each floor having 10 rooms, for 10 people. Then the floor also had an independent washer/dryer unit, a small gym, the aforementioned lobby stocked with all the games one could need, along with a room carved into the side of the building that had the Theatre room.
All of this in a single floor. The entire lobby was sound treated as well, hence, the lack of restraint on their part in screaming, either in triumph or in despair.
"Yield before my might," He said in a deep voice before turning to the side as his phone pinged with an alert. Without breaking stride, he turned to Jack Slash and smiled apologetically, "Sorry, I have to take this. I'll bring the next round!"
That set off another round of WOOOO in this lobby. See, everything in the building itself was free, it was another form of consumer paradise, but one had to actually go down to the reception to get it. Everything was open 24/7 but the people were very lazy to actually go down and fetch the drinks.
Non-alcoholic mind you.
The madlads maintaining this building had freshly squeezed juice available at all times of the day, so all the people got whatever fruit juice they wanted at any time of the day. There was food but that was time limited. They COULD however tell the reception to order anything from any 24/7 food chain and get it for free, at any time of the day.
Living here was becoming more and more attractive by the day.
Weaving between the tables, he got out of the lobby as his smile dimmed, looking at the alert on the phone. His fingers twitched as he cast the enchantments on the phone as well as on the glasses he had begun wearing when he came for the internship, making the entire UI switch on the phone.
For the dozens of cameras littering this lobby, it would show usual stuff but for him, it was a personal alert from his system that had dozens upon dozens of targets that were being searched for, on the internet. He smiled as he read the target this time, and after checking on the location of a sub-target, switched off the phone and went into the elevator.
His systems found AIM or atleast the organisation that was peddling around discount pyromaniacs and looking for any investors to get the project off the ground.
The elevator dinged and he smiled at the receptionist before moving to the pantry, which was also accessible 24/7. Taking the stuff he needed and putting it in a basket, he scanned it at the self checkout and put his thumb for ownership so the system knows that he took out the drinks, for record keeping purposes since there was no billing involved whatsoever.
Smiling at the receptionist once more, he got into the elevator as his mind churned with what to do with AIM, or Aldrich Killian who was trying to perfect the Extremis Super Soldier serum.
Now, there was no way in hell that he was going to inject his previous body with that trash, even if it was somehow perfected because his powers were more than enough to make him strong but it wouldn't hurt to have Bruce take a look at it.
He finally had a super genius on his side, might as well take advantage of it. Jin'Ya was currently on an Astral Talk with one of his buddies in the Astral Realm, whilst also keeping an eye on Tony so he did not want to disturb Jin'Ya just to talk to Banner right now but once the data was done, in a day or so, he might contact Banner to get a look at whatever samples he might recover.
He put on his normal face and went into the lobby that was still abuzz with activity as it was Saturday night and none of the people here were inclined to go to a club. Actually, this was their club, in a sense and he would have been more than happy to just go on for the entire night but he had some stuff to do, meetings to crash, serums to steal, scientists to kidnap, all that jazz.
That is why once he set down the drinks on the table near the door, he turned to Jack who was busy on his phone, probably waiting for him, and said, "Hey, I gotta turn in for the night. I need to meet someone tomorrow morning, early morning."
Jack nodded, "Yeah, sure. Good Game." He bumped firsts with the guy and waved at all the other guys as he left.
"Bye, Colin!" They all did it in the sing-song voice of a class greeting the teacher in the first lecture of an absolutely cold morning, which was hilarious, in his opinion.
Turning around, he went into his room and turned on the laptop after activating the same enchantments, resulting in the server from Kamar Taj opening on his laptop. He read through the first few reports to see that SHIELD has been keeping an eye on the Advanced Idea Mechanics Think tank because they suspect them of trying to create advanced weaponry under the guise of medical technology along with a case of some fraudulent investors.
Money coming in from Zurich, spent on very overpriced equipment coming in from China, hiring foreign faceless workers from Vietnam for rates surpassing that of European scientists. Yup, that'll do it, that will put anyone on the radar of SHIELD if the company in question was dealing with stuff that could be easily used to make biochemical weapons.
He knew that Killian was dealing in more than just a dirty bio weapon but SHIELD probably thought that they were dealing with their average run of the mill terrorist group who would eventually lose their patience and slip up, not knowing that the potential slip up would be a spectacular explosion that would wipe out any evidence of wrongdoing.
No, SHIELD was taking the hands off approach because they couldn't really swoop in and essentially destroy a US company without due cause and just in case they couldn't find anything incriminating in the company, the World Security Council (and their donors) would surely get on Fury's case and that was probably the last thing he wanted, what with his planet already being full due to a certain orange menace stealing his secure data.
He shook his head and shut down the laptop. They had a meeting scheduled in Lagos in an hour, where they were going to showcase their first ever successful specimen, and the language was carefully worded as well, showing no sign that it was actually a person.
SHIELD was going to be there but only in a nominal capacity, for some reason. It was as if they were a globe spanning agency that couldn't afford to send in the cavalry for every single lead, without knowing if it was worth it or not.
After all, why would anyone at SHIELD think that someone with barely a billion dollars in total funding over 5 years could make anything close to the super soldier serum when entire countries spending dozens of times that in a single year couldn;t even create something close to the original Super Soldier Serum?
Maya Hansen really was a genius in her own right. He didn't know what he would do to her because her knowledge was really dangerous and giving her to SHIELD was not an option.
He got ready, arranging his room and putting on his sling ring because he had to be there right now. He only knew a single location in Lagos for the portal and the location for the meeting was in a parking lot of a commercial building that was shut down for construction for the moment.
Putting on his orange one sie which was just a small patch of fabric when unfolded, he was about to open a portal but froze as his phone rang. His phone never rang. No, it buzzed or pinged at most with a short sound. Never this hideous ringing sound.
Taking it out of his pocket, his eyes widened as he saw "APOSTLE OF BAST" as the caller ID.
In the medium sized bedroom, which was now totally dark, a single word echoed, single handedly encompassing the situation Colin was about to find himself in, "Shit…."
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