Story The Last Selfie

------------------------ Dark Titan -----------------------------

Our mission parameters “Save Fireball, tag and bag an infected specimen, pinpoint the source of the virus and get the hell out of there, in that order.

Oh yeah, and our fearless leader “Evil” asked that we try not to die.

I chuckled after hearing that part. Evil and his “Evil-isms.”

Evil had assembled five of the greatest Super Villains on the planet to rescue his wife Fireball, study the disease, and develop a cure for the US Government.

Long story short, Evil was the greatest professional Super Villain of his era. Which by extension makes me one of the best Super Villains of my era too.

We all worked with him as partners to amass a fortune.

Then, as luck would have it he fell in love.

He didn’t just fall in love with anyone mind you….

He fell in love with a Super Hero from California by the name of Fireball.

How do I know all this you ask?

My name is Dark Titan @DarkTitan_ and I’ve known Evil since the beginning, the very beginning.

---------------------------------Present Day-------------------------------------------------------------

We found Fireball when she activated her heat powers. The satellites had no trouble picking up her distinctive heat signature. Her power set is pyrotechnic in nature and she can fly. She is the quintessential girl on fire.

Finding her wasn’t the hard part.

However, we had two problems.

Problem number one, the building she was in happened to be surrounded by zombies.

Problem number two, the building she was in was a school and the kids were still in it.

My name is Dark Titan and I’ve worked with Evil, and the crew a long time. We retired about 5 years ago. The five of us formed a team and we became Professional Super Villains.

My good friend Dr. Mayhem was the first to acknowledge that what we were all thinking. Taking his role as “Captain Obvious” he stated, damn she’s in a school…..how many kids are with her?

For being one the smartest guys on the planet my PhD trotting friend Dr. Mayhem (@Glock_Fanatic ) is a bit slow on the uptake.

Maybe it was because he was contemplating how to rescue the kids and Fireball. Super geniuses I have found solve problems at a whole different level.

No one said we had to rescue the kids, nor was it implied by our military liaison.

However, this is our encore career. We were officially the "good guys" now.

As the Professional Super Villains of our era assisting the government with a zombie apocalypse it was implied that we would stem the loss of human life.

Evil did a quick search and determined that there could be as many as 420 kids in the school.

We talked through our rescue plan…and it was a good one.

Unlike the first res ponders, the heroes who ran into danger with nothing more than a cape and tights. Most of them were killed within hours of entering the quarantine zone.

We on the other hand were armored, armed, and ready to wreck it.

Like usual, when we rolled we were prepared for war.

Evil’s analysis showed that the virus was not contagious. The source of transmission appeared to be cell phones and mobile devices. The apparent transmission that was a transmission that drove everyone who answered their device or heard the sound through their phone psychotic.

The team knew what we were walking into.

We knew military had three team’s fast rope in hours earlier before the POTUS made the deal with us.

Our deal, a pardon for all of us if we save the world.

Dr. Mayhem hacked the traffic cams. We were able to see the grotesque demise of the Special Forces soldiers as they were mauled to death. Hours after that, we saw many heroes suffer a similar fate.

A small team with conventional weapons, tended to attract a hoard of infected who quickly overran their perimeter.

Of course, our military liaison, hadn’t mentioned that part but we knew what had transpired earlier.

Our flight window was prepped. We all “jocked” up and prepared for the battle of our lives.

I have to admit how awesome it is to get into “the suit.”

The form fitting flight suit was designed to be soft, flexible and bullet proof. While wearing the black and blue flight suit I’ve been shot, stabbed, and nearly impaled. Nothing but a couple of bruises to show for the nanotech lined suit that absorbs kinetic energy.

My wing harness features a detachable jet powered glider wings composed of lightweight magnesium infuse ceramic silicon carbide nanoparticles.

One of Evil’s creations, the super strong yet light weight structural metal provides high strength with a low weight ratio, and maximum flexibility. He calls his new metal “Evil-ium.”

Evil could have used this new metal infused with nanoparticles to make lighter airplanes and cars. Instead he created a flight harness so that I could fly.

I can’t really explain the science behind how he infused physics and materials processing.

What I do know is that the new metal is one of the lightest structural metals while also being significantly strong, stiff, flexible, and durable.

My wings are covered with nanotechnology allowing for solar power absorption. This powers the suit, gauntlets, and helmet. The helmet allows me to link with the team, see in infrared at night, has multiple magnification capabilities, and a transmitter. In many ways, I still function as I did when I was in the military. Still calling the shots.

The suits offensive capabilities include a slew of tech built into my gauntlets including force field and plasma bolts for defensive and offensive capabilities.

I also carry a slew of modified pistols. I’m packing two Glock 19’s. I prefer them for their simplicity.  They have few parts, can be broken down while in the field, and require little maintence.  While highly reliable and easy to maintain, they have accuracy and effectiveness.

In addition, I carry two Kimber Warrior pistols, they are pretty sweet 1911’s in .45 ACP with Wilson combat magazines to reduce jamming.

Evil and I spent months designing our assault rifle. We developed an iconic looking M55A Assault rifle (it looks like the rifle from Aliens). It is constructed of Evil’s metal which make it light weight and designed for days of firing. The barrel is 25 cm long and powered by a new age battery Evil developed.

The recoil is smooth and you can switch between sniping, three round burst, and full auto. The magazine stores 99 rounds. It has a round counter to tell you how many rounds you have expended.

The rounds, composed of Evil-ium, explosive-tippe,d and laser guided smart bullets. The rifle and ammo violates most modern laws regarding explosives, ammo counts, and size restrictions. The M55A, is designed to propel bullets via magnetic fields making it a Gauss gun of sorts.

We designed them to be light weight, easy to maintain, and designed for use all day every day.

The beauty of the rounds is that one shot through the barrel, a bullet can be picked up and reused.

My wings are strong enough to slice through metal. In my previous life I had been an US Air Force Combat Controller I spent most of my time calling in air strikes.

Top speed in my suit is 250 mph.

With all my gear and mission ready capabilities I am the air strike.

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I was serving my second tour in Iraq when I called in an air strike that killed hundreds of men, women, and children. At least that is how the politicians portrayed the incident. The truth is I was on the ground, directing Air Force fighters to bomb multiple hostile locations during a fire fight.

This particular location was relayed to me through a CIA agent named “John Smith.”

The day after the attack, I was made aware of the friendly people that were killed. I was horrified.

The following day, Agent Smith found himself with a broken neck. I promptly resigned from active duty and walked off into the bush with my go bag and never looked back.

As you can imagine the press had a field day with the story. The situation was labeled a felony and the blame landed square on my shoulders.

It took me a while but I made my way back to the US and returned home.

Shortly after I returned home my wife was diagnosed with a rare form of cancer.

I had a difficult time getting a job when I returned as I omitted the last 7 years of my life.

Had to make ends meet by being a general handyman.

Without a solid job or insurance coverage to take care of my wife she couldn’t receive the health care that would have saved her life. If only President Obama had started a few months earlier.

She passed away one cold October day. A year later, I had found myself about to be evicted from our house.

I received a call that would change my life forever.

The call was from a recruiter named Shannon, and she was looking for someone else. The other applicant had apparently put the wrong number on the application.

She was hiring for a start-up company looking for a security specialist.

We ended up clicking and she called me in for an interview.

My expectation was that the role was for a front desk security position. Turns out the owner of the company was a hot shot wonder-kid was looking for a personal bodyguard.

He was your typical nerd. That was all before the accident that changed him. Back then I could still kick his ass but that's a story for another day.

And that is how I met Max aka the Evil Overlord.

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I was slow and methodical getting “jocked” up in my suit. First my flight suit, armor and strapped in my weapons. I placed my Ka-Bar combat knife in its sheath on my left boot.

Strapped in all four pistols, attached the gauntlets, and I found myself looking at myself in the mirror.

Lenny Kravitz’s “Are you going to go my way” blaring in the back ground.

I looked awesome in my flight suit.

My smooth milk chocolate skin, smooth shaven head, and neatly trimmed beard give me that GQ look.

I put on my wrap around shades and took a selfie with my camera for posterity’s sake.

This could be my last picture.

Time to go and save the world!

 

BOOM! That part was dedicated to you...figured you would be the only person that knew what I was talking about.