Hyperionthetitan
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Mood and tone kinda flip floping .
I dont think i can take his anger seriously this chapter
I dont think i can take his anger seriously this chapter
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The Sage of the Mind
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Chapter 137 : Ehh? *Shrugs*
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The Sage of the Mind: Chapter 137[June 2012]
Manhattan
–Random Beautiful Agent–
She looked forlorn as she was, effectively, evicted from the one place she had called for the past couple of years. She knew it was coming, not this soon but she knew it was coming because she had done nothing in years at this point. The only reason she was sent for this assignment was as an offering, as a honeypot trap so that SHIELD could get themselves someone strong, and yet, she hadn't even done her job as a liaison well.
And now? Now that the Invisible Man has been unmasked for all of the world to see? Well, even if SHIELD was not down into the gutters, her job would have been axed anyway. With the recent changes in command and the way SHIELD was sidelined at every attack effort, she did not feel comfortable reporting to duty halfway across the world, like her superiors had ordered and had instead just resigned.
She smirked as she recalled their faces when she told them that she would not be going anywhere else other than Manhattan, and gave them her resignation. Sure she was nowhere near important in the command chain of SHIELD but that single act, that was more than cathartic.
What was more cathartic was the fact that they tried to strong arm her and she then had to remind them that this was Manhattan, not their home base, where they could try and intimidate her. She was not scared of the 6'2 man in front of her back then because she knew that someone even stronger was keeping watch everywhere.
Sighing, she turned away from the building that had been reinforced and built over multiple times before heading towards Central Park, for some nice and quiet fresh air. She had already found a place to crash, one of her friends' parents owned an apartment in Manhattan that her friend graciously offered to her. She was paid handsomely all these years, plus she didn't have to pay for anything so she did have a sizable amount of money saved, like mid 6 figures level. She had already invested about 200k in Stark Industries which had already turned into 230k, which was fine but she was not looking to recklessly spend her money.
No sir, that behaviour was reserved for when she had the SHIELD credit card with essentially unlimited credit because they wanted to get their hands on the shiny new enhanced, and held hope for years that one woman would be able to do that.
Did those idiots not realise that had the Invisible Man truly wanted, almost all of the world's models, hoes, and gold diggers would fall over themselves to throw their bodies at him? Drowning him in a slut pile?
"That is not good for my skin," She muttered as she dug into a slice of Pizza, New York Style that she bought on her way to Central Park. In the distance she could see the Congregation of the Invisible Man, something of a church that had sprouted in the Invisible Man's wake. Now those same churches were distributing everything that came to her mind to all of the victims of the invasion.
Food, Medicine, Blankets, volunteers, Doctors and more.
Everyone and their grandma had now been convinced of the power of the Invisible Man, someone going so far as to claim him an emissary of God, which predictably led to the Church ballooning up far beyond their original number. Well, she might register herself as a member soon enough anyway, if only to remain closer to the antics of the Invisible Man.
"They really do help, don't they?" her neck snapped to the side as she saw someone sitting on the bench with her.
"Um, excuse me?" it was not like she was worried for her safety. Even ignoring the fact that this was Manhattan and the Invisible Man's domain, she was sitting within a throw's distance of a mass of over 100 people whose core tenant was to mitigate crime in any way possible. Only a fool would try anything in these circumstances.
The man smiled at her, "Nothing, Sara. Just admiring the view."
"O-okay," She said back before she scooted to the edge of the bench, subtly keeping an eye on the well dressed handsome creep. Damn, what was wrong with you, Sara?
Scooting away from such a hot piece of ass. Me Likey.
She opened her mouth, to break the ice only to blink in confusion as she saw nothing but thin air.
_____xx_____
SHIELD NY HQ
–Random Junior Analyst–
He stood in front of the SHIELD HQ Parking lot, holding onto a box of cardboard that held his meager belongings, the ones that he had sneaked into office over his years of service. Sure, he may not have been the best analyst, with his only achievement being the first to stop the Invisible Man's activities in Manhattan but come on?
That had to count for something, right?
"Apparently not," He muttered as he smiled grimly, heading towards his car, the one thing that was working properly in his life right now. He had no girlfriend, no job, no benefits, a crappy apartment because he had been saving for his future, and a decent car because he liked driving.
Putting his stuff in the trunk of the car, he opened the car manually, since it was almost a decade old at this point, and sat down in the driver's seat. As was customary, since he was a stickler of the rules, he moved his hand to put the seat belt on, and just as he was about to click it…
"AAAAAAA!" He did not scream like a little girl as he wiggled around in his seat, trying to get to his gun that did not exist at the moment because SHIELD had taken every single asset back, as was their procedure when someone left the organisation.
"Calm Down Steven," he felt a strange sense of calm wash over him as the stranger kept his hands up in a non threatening gesture.
"Who are you?" He asked calmly.
The man smiled mysteriously, putting him on edge even though the edge was dulled by whatever was keeping him calm, "Me? I am just a nobody. Goodbye, Steven."
Then, he blinked and the man disappeared. What was he doing right now?
He shook his head and pushed the ignition. He did not have time for this. He saw the wiring on the wall and was fired only because he had the audacity to tell his friends, though calling them friends now would be generous, that SHIELD's time was gone now, with the President actively sidelining them in the worst crisis of the century.
Well, sucks to be them. He would now have to find a new job, maybe go back to the finance sector.
He shuddered as he pulled out of the parking lot. Being trained to be an assassin, and then getting a desk job was way better than working in finance. He was of the mind that even some of the legendary Spies in SHIELD would find it difficult to fit in there.
With those thoughts in mind, Steven, once a Random Junior SHIELD analyst went onward, toward his destiny to be a middle class man and die, surrounded by nurses in an Old Age home.
The Sage of the Mind: Chapter 137[June 2012]
Manhattan
–Random Beautiful Agent–
She looked forlorn as she was, effectively, evicted from the one place she had called for the past couple of years. She knew it was coming, not this soon but she knew it was coming because she had done nothing in years at this point. The only reason she was sent for this assignment was as an offering, as a honeypot trap so that SHIELD could get themselves someone strong, and yet, she hadn't even done her job as a liaison well.
And now? Now that the Invisible Man has been unmasked for all of the world to see? Well, even if SHIELD was not down into the gutters, her job would have been axed anyway. With the recent changes in command and the way SHIELD was sidelined at every attack effort, she did not feel comfortable reporting to duty halfway across the world, like her superiors had ordered and had instead just resigned.
She smirked as she recalled their faces when she told them that she would not be going anywhere else other than Manhattan, and gave them her resignation. Sure she was nowhere near important in the command chain of SHIELD but that single act, that was more than cathartic.
What was more cathartic was the fact that they tried to strong arm her and she then had to remind them that this was Manhattan, not their home base, where they could try and intimidate her. She was not scared of the 6'2 man in front of her back then because she knew that someone even stronger was keeping watch everywhere.
Sighing, she turned away from the building that had been reinforced and built over multiple times before heading towards Central Park, for some nice and quiet fresh air. She had already found a place to crash, one of her friends' parents owned an apartment in Manhattan that her friend graciously offered to her. She was paid handsomely all these years, plus she didn't have to pay for anything so she did have a sizable amount of money saved, like mid 6 figures level. She had already invested about 200k in Stark Industries which had already turned into 230k, which was fine but she was not looking to recklessly spend her money.
No sir, that behaviour was reserved for when she had the SHIELD credit card with essentially unlimited credit because they wanted to get their hands on the shiny new enhanced, and held hope for years that one woman would be able to do that.
Did those idiots not realise that had the Invisible Man truly wanted, almost all of the world's models, hoes, and gold diggers would fall over themselves to throw their bodies at him? Drowning him in a slut pile?
"That is not good for my skin," She muttered as she dug into a slice of Pizza, New York Style that she bought on her way to Central Park. In the distance she could see the Congregation of the Invisible Man, something of a church that had sprouted in the Invisible Man's wake. Now those same churches were distributing everything that came to her mind to all of the victims of the invasion.
Food, Medicine, Blankets, volunteers, Doctors and more.
Everyone and their grandma had now been convinced of the power of the Invisible Man, someone going so far as to claim him an emissary of God, which predictably led to the Church ballooning up far beyond their original number. Well, she might register herself as a member soon enough anyway, if only to remain closer to the antics of the Invisible Man.
"They really do help, don't they?" her neck snapped to the side as she saw someone sitting on the bench with her.
"Um, excuse me?" it was not like she was worried for her safety. Even ignoring the fact that this was Manhattan and the Invisible Man's domain, she was sitting within a throw's distance of a mass of over 100 people whose core tenant was to mitigate crime in any way possible. Only a fool would try anything in these circumstances.
The man smiled at her, "Nothing, Sara. Just admiring the view."
"O-okay," She said back before she scooted to the edge of the bench, subtly keeping an eye on the well dressed handsome creep. Damn, what was wrong with you, Sara?
Scooting away from such a hot piece of ass. Me Likey.
She opened her mouth, to break the ice only to blink in confusion as she saw nothing but thin air.
_____xx_____
SHIELD NY HQ
–Random Junior Analyst–
He stood in front of the SHIELD HQ Parking lot, holding onto a box of cardboard that held his meager belongings, the ones that he had sneaked into office over his years of service. Sure, he may not have been the best analyst, with his only achievement being the first to stop the Invisible Man's activities in Manhattan but come on?
That had to count for something, right?
"Apparently not," He muttered as he smiled grimly, heading towards his car, the one thing that was working properly in his life right now. He had no girlfriend, no job, no benefits, a crappy apartment because he had been saving for his future, and a decent car because he liked driving.
Putting his stuff in the trunk of the car, he opened the car manually, since it was almost a decade old at this point, and sat down in the driver's seat. As was customary, since he was a stickler of the rules, he moved his hand to put the seat belt on, and just as he was about to click it…
"AAAAAAA!" He did not scream like a little girl as he wiggled around in his seat, trying to get to his gun that did not exist at the moment because SHIELD had taken every single asset back, as was their procedure when someone left the organisation.
"Calm Down Steven," he felt a strange sense of calm wash over him as the stranger kept his hands up in a non threatening gesture.
"Who are you?" He asked calmly.
The man smiled mysteriously, putting him on edge even though the edge was dulled by whatever was keeping him calm, "Me? I am just a nobody. Goodbye, Steven."
Then, he blinked and the man disappeared. What was he doing right now?
He shook his head and pushed the ignition. He did not have time for this. He saw the wiring on the wall and was fired only because he had the audacity to tell his friends, though calling them friends now would be generous, that SHIELD's time was gone now, with the President actively sidelining them in the worst crisis of the century.
Well, sucks to be them. He would now have to find a new job, maybe go back to the finance sector.
He shuddered as he pulled out of the parking lot. Being trained to be an assassin, and then getting a desk job was way better than working in finance. He was of the mind that even some of the legendary Spies in SHIELD would find it difficult to fit in there.
With those thoughts in mind, Steven, once a Random Junior SHIELD analyst went onward, toward his destiny to be a middle class man and die, surrounded by nurses in an Old Age home.
Hyperionthetitan
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Oooh sarah walker . Thats a good mental image for RBA