Story Operation: Black Rock

We receive "Evil's" emergency beacon at 1 am Mountain Time.

Our base is located in Vail, Colorado. I hear the emergency beacon pinging as I wake up and I know the sh*t has hit the fan. Evil is a class 5 mutant. He's a gear head by nature, educated, hyper intelligent, and a level 5 telekinetic. His power set is off the charts with what he can do. When the beacon goes off the team knows what it must do.

The Rescue Bots are already prepping Black Hawk 1 for me. I'm the lead choppa and primary backup. The "others" assemble in the hangar. Everyone goes about their business like professionals. All our gear is laid out. The Rescue Bots are meticulous and accurate. Our margin for error is minuscule.

I stand at my kit table. I load up on nades, plasma swords, c4, flashbangs, and Evil's backup equipment.

Evil and I have known each other a long time. My friends call me MR_OBSIDIAN, in a former life I was a scientist working on negative matter when my tech blew up due to my faulty calculations. I was exposed to negative energy and transformed into a black obsidian rock. I have all the flexibility I did as a mortal, incredible strength and invulnerability. My skin was transformed into black obsidian looking rock.

After the accident, Evil approached me in his civilian identity and offered to help me through the pain, grief, and despair. He did what no one else would do. He offered me a job and took care of my family. In my heart, I owe him so much for giving me the dignity to close that part of my life and create a new one. My old life is but a distant memory. He must have spent a fortune trying to undue the accident and I am forever grateful to him.

He put me up at his training facility in Vail and I was able to get completely away from my old life. After the accident everyone in my life rejected me due to the transformation that took place. It was one of the most isolating situations imaginable. I credit Evil for being a great mentor and a friend. Without his help I would have never made it through that time.

Our Black Hawk is en route to the hot zone. I'm in charge of creating an LZ (Landing Zone) so the others can land. I look out over the boardwalk at the sheer number of Zee's (Zombie) and it is mind boggling. Evil's beacon leads us to an alleyway where he has managed to barricade himself in. I signal the others and I prepare for what comes next. After landing, my job is to rescue my friend, resupply him and clear the path.

I crack my huge knuckles. The Kevlar on my black armor flexes with my movements. Evil created my bad ass looking black armor to be both flexible and durable.

“Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it.” – Terry Pratchett

I take three deep breaths and jump out of the helicopter.......and land with a resounding KA-BOOM! Time to turn the tide on this Zombie Apocalypse.

MR_OBSIDIAN