Post by zpansven on Mar 12, 2007 15:35:06 GMT -5
Author's Notes: Mik Myers is perhaps one of my most mysterious characters. I've not been able to come up with a decent profile or pic for poor Mikky *ducks thrown knives from said character at the nickname*
Ahem. As I was saying. Since I've not been able to come up with a decent profile/pic, I will appease Mik through writing. I guess this would be Chapter One, introducing who Mik is and what the Bounty Hunter's orginal mission was...
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Tsunami couldn't send in anyone else. The CO of the Black Ops team needed someone who had no known association with his team to retrieve their deep cover operative from the city once called Malton; with the data and Intel collected about NecroTech, they'd be able to determine who or what was behind the Outbreak there and hopefully find a way to reverse it.
Therefore, it would be best to send someone known only as a Mercenary.
What better Mercenary to send but one who was engineered to be rather hard to kill?
"I'd go if they'd let me. Psycho's my teammate, my responsibility," Project Lazarus apologized again as the Mercenary double-checked the assigned equipment; all of it had no serial numbers, nothing to trace if found.
"...it's alright. We all follow orders."
Lazarus was a tall lanky man, which was probably why the Mercenary seemed so much shorter to him; it wasn't because of that he didn't like the thought of his comrade going into the city of Malton, no. It was just... the younger agent didn't have the proper experience dealing with what he'd heard was inside the massive walls built to quarantine the city.
Zombies.
The thought made Lazarus shiver. Send him, Hell send Sandstorm or all of Bravo team, but this Mercenary wasn't trained to fight the undead. Not like Bravo team, not like him. Hell, Psycho had better experience with zombies then..
"Myers. It's time." The cold voice of their CO cut off Lazarus's contemplations, fears.
Tsunami was a man of taller then average height, around six feet or taller -- with his sheer presence, it was hard to tell -- and his teal eyes were like flakes of rock, partially hidden behind the thin veil of smoke from his ever-present cigar. His black hair was neatly combed back, letting the silver streak shine predominately, one of the only reminders of his age.
"I understand."
Myers was a good kid, but in Lazarus's opinion perhaps not quite good enough for this mission. Of average height, he dark urban camouflage seemed to cover just about every part of the young Mercenary. Barely an adult, Myers had killed several times already, all because of...
The florescent lights gleamed off the Mercenary's white ceramic mask. It, like the mark on the inside of the darkly garbed Mercenary's right wrist, were proof of a murderous heritage.
Lazarus's green eyes darted over to Tsunami and the tall man ran a nervous hand over his shortly cropped blond hair, wishing he was bold enough to speak out against his CO as he led the Mercenary away.
"Mik."
The Mercenary stopped, not turning, but Lazarus knew that the younger agent was listening.
"Headshots or decapitation only."
"I understand."
"Okay. Okay. Mik..."
The shorter, younger agent didn't move, waiting.
"Go with God."
"...Thank you."
And that was the last time Alex Stryker, better known as Lazarus, saw the Mercenary known as Mik Myers. And he hoped, prayed, that he'd find Psycho and get the hell out of Malton swiftly.
Ahem. As I was saying. Since I've not been able to come up with a decent profile/pic, I will appease Mik through writing. I guess this would be Chapter One, introducing who Mik is and what the Bounty Hunter's orginal mission was...
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Tsunami couldn't send in anyone else. The CO of the Black Ops team needed someone who had no known association with his team to retrieve their deep cover operative from the city once called Malton; with the data and Intel collected about NecroTech, they'd be able to determine who or what was behind the Outbreak there and hopefully find a way to reverse it.
Therefore, it would be best to send someone known only as a Mercenary.
What better Mercenary to send but one who was engineered to be rather hard to kill?
"I'd go if they'd let me. Psycho's my teammate, my responsibility," Project Lazarus apologized again as the Mercenary double-checked the assigned equipment; all of it had no serial numbers, nothing to trace if found.
"...it's alright. We all follow orders."
Lazarus was a tall lanky man, which was probably why the Mercenary seemed so much shorter to him; it wasn't because of that he didn't like the thought of his comrade going into the city of Malton, no. It was just... the younger agent didn't have the proper experience dealing with what he'd heard was inside the massive walls built to quarantine the city.
Zombies.
The thought made Lazarus shiver. Send him, Hell send Sandstorm or all of Bravo team, but this Mercenary wasn't trained to fight the undead. Not like Bravo team, not like him. Hell, Psycho had better experience with zombies then..
"Myers. It's time." The cold voice of their CO cut off Lazarus's contemplations, fears.
Tsunami was a man of taller then average height, around six feet or taller -- with his sheer presence, it was hard to tell -- and his teal eyes were like flakes of rock, partially hidden behind the thin veil of smoke from his ever-present cigar. His black hair was neatly combed back, letting the silver streak shine predominately, one of the only reminders of his age.
"I understand."
Myers was a good kid, but in Lazarus's opinion perhaps not quite good enough for this mission. Of average height, he dark urban camouflage seemed to cover just about every part of the young Mercenary. Barely an adult, Myers had killed several times already, all because of...
The florescent lights gleamed off the Mercenary's white ceramic mask. It, like the mark on the inside of the darkly garbed Mercenary's right wrist, were proof of a murderous heritage.
Lazarus's green eyes darted over to Tsunami and the tall man ran a nervous hand over his shortly cropped blond hair, wishing he was bold enough to speak out against his CO as he led the Mercenary away.
"Mik."
The Mercenary stopped, not turning, but Lazarus knew that the younger agent was listening.
"Headshots or decapitation only."
"I understand."
"Okay. Okay. Mik..."
The shorter, younger agent didn't move, waiting.
"Go with God."
"...Thank you."
And that was the last time Alex Stryker, better known as Lazarus, saw the Mercenary known as Mik Myers. And he hoped, prayed, that he'd find Psycho and get the hell out of Malton swiftly.