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Full Name: Tony Masters
Code Name: Taskmaster
Age: Late 20's - Early 30's (Forgot exact age)
Date of Birth: January 1st (Forgot true Birthday, celebrates on New Years because it's easy to remember)
Sexual Orientation: Hetero
Species: Altered Human
Alliance: Netural
Citizenship: Marvel
Canon or Original?: Canon



Hair: Shoulder length, sometimes longer, depending on how long it has been since he cut it last. Black in color generally parted messily down the middle, or slicked straight back with gel.
Eyes: Taskmasters eyes are dark brown in color and ovular in shape. Those who've seen him without his mask also describe them as sharp.
Height: 6'4”
Weight: 218 lbs
Distinguishing Marks: Unusual amount of scars over the majority of his person, from various sorts of wounds. His face, however, remains untouched due to the protective (and super stylish) skull mask he wears during ops.

Appearance: Tony Masters was blessed with the burden of being a stud, a fact he goes out of his way not only to brag about, but maintain. Masters is built like the Olympic level athlete he once wanted to be, and the dutifully self-trained agent he used to be. His appearance is enough to betray the simple understanding that he is physically active, and goes out of his way to maintain peak conditioning. While he cannot remember his actual age, from his appearance he is between his mid to late twenties. His skin has been tanned thoroughly due to long hours of training under the sun.

Face Claim: John Abraham




Likes:
Money
Winning / Succeeding
Professionalism
Women
Weapons
Martial Arts
Sports
Music
Cookouts
Rain (Not during Cookouts)

Dislikes:
Losing
Getting double-crossed
Losing important memories
Anyone insulting his stylish suit and mask
Real 'Super Beings'
Spoiled Children / Teens
Being Manipulated

Personality: Masters sees himself as the epitome of what a mercenary should be. The contract is all important, once he agrees to do something it has to be done. To this end, he tends to ensure that the contracts proposed to him are things he wouldn't mind doing, that don't go against his personal morals etc. Having built up a dependable list of clients over the years also helps, they know how he works, and he knows how well they pay; a good relationship setup.

Some would say that within his line of work, he's too trusting. He expects the same courtesies he offers from his clients, and until proven otherwise believes it to be so. While not typically a vindictive person, Taskmaster is known to have a vengeful side if double-crossed; having gone to great lengths to get even, or display his ability to do so, to those that turned on him in the past. Outside of his mad-dog vendetta sprees, Taskmaster is not prone to killing when it's not necessary. A security guard might try to stop him from stealing what he's after.. but that's just his job, like stealing is Masters, it's nothing personal and it's likely there's no real threat; killing him wouldn't be called for. This is not to be mistaken as an unwillingness to kill. If the client wants all the eyes that see him to never open again, it'll be done that way, every day is different. Taskmasters mood and preference on life or death is often given to him every morning on a piece of paper.

Over his lifetime, Tony has managed to achieve a strange mixture of being down to earth, and yet egotistical in terms of his self image. He understands that in this world there are beings and individuals much more powerful than him, that despite how special he may be, he is still just a man. Despite those realizations he continues brazenly onward, fully confident in his own ability to survive whatever situation he is in.

Still, Masters is all in all just another man of the age, behaving as is expected in most situations. He likes attractive women, he watches sports, he enjoys a good cookout.. nothing too exceptional. His favorite hobbies, of course, are still just studying the fighting styles of others.. and committing them to his memory. His sense of humor is still strong as ever, enjoying a good laugh now and then.. even on the job.




Powers:
Photographic Reflexes
After drinking the unknown serum at the behest of S.H.I.E.L.D, Tony Masters gained the ability to flawlessly imitate the actions of others. That is to say, after watching someone do a triple somersault, he could do it to without any practice. This ability flows over into fighting, allowing him to easily mimic the fighting styles and movements of his opponents, granting him a heavy edge in close quarters combat. The ability also boosts his ability with firearms and other weaponry by observing a superior user displaying their skills. This power works in person or from video, all he needs to do is see the movements and he can commit them to memory for later use.

It has been discovered recently that if he watches a martial art video, for example, in fast forward; he can duplicate the movements at that same speed. This boost in speed comes at a price though, which will be explained in the limits section. In addition, with extra effort he has learned that after listening to someone talk, or recording them speaking, he can imitate voices with enough accuracy to trick voice recognition software.

Limitation
Taskmaster is unable to duplicate a superhuman feat. While he may witness Thor lift a car over his head and hurl it, or observe the Hulk leaping to the top of a building, he cannot do that himself. Though he could duplicate the dexterity of someone like Spider Man, he can only do so within the realm of human capability; the more superhuman acrobatics the hero can pull off are beyond him.

As mentioned earlier, he can temporarily boost his speed by replicating a video watched in fast-forward. However, since his body possess no superhuman endurance, his muscles cannot withstand the speed for long. Using the boost is only temporary, it will rapidly exhaust him, and if continued too long will begin to rip his muscle tissue from the strain.

Side-effects
Every time he commits a new technique, or fighting style, or movement – anything – to memory with the use of his power, he loses a memory of his own. To that extent he has forgotten things like his birthday, the fact that he was married, and the better part of his childhood. It isn't always something he chooses to do either. The ability will often times memorize what he sees on its own, perceiving the new information as means to increase his survivability unconsciously. With something like watching a video in fast-forward, or memorizing how to mimic someones voice, the choice is consciously made by Masters.

Weapons
Taskmaster owns countless weapons, and has Mastered all of them. What he brings to the front line often depends on what sort of threat he is expecting to encounter, however.. he generally has the following:

Longsword
Shield
Dual Desert Eagles
Rope
Bow / Arrows

..and other assorted trinkets suitable to his profession. I really couldn't list everything he owns / can use if I wanted to.


Strengths/Abilities: Taskmaster has mastered countless fighting styles and martial arts from all over the world. This list includes anything from Tae-kwon-do to Savate to things like Marksmanship with both bow and firearm. The man has even been taught (perhaps not willingly) the Ancient techniques used by Ninjas to move as a shadow. He is regarded as brilliant, possibly even a genius, when it comes to tactics and strategy. He is also pretty good at chess, and cheating at card games. His ability to memorize the movements of others has proven so absolute that he can predict the movements of his opponents in a fight, to the extent of being untouchable if they don't act unpredictably.

Through various means Taskmaster has copied the styles and movements of several Superheroes and Villains alike, and with each passing encounter the list grows..

Styles Copied
Psylocke, Spider-woman, Captain America, Hawkeye, Agent 13, Lady Liberty, Deadpool


Weaknesses: He's a mortal, and as such suffers from all the mortal weaknesses in regard to being terminated. In addition, he has a fear of drowning due to a childhood incident. A weakness for attractive women makes it difficult for him to say no, a problem he wishes he could sort out. While not exactly a weakness, it should be mentioned that a contract (in the eyes of Taskmaster) is binding until its terms are breached or it is completed.






History: Masters has already forgotten much of his early life due to the nature of his power. Still, he has more than enough past behind him to keep paying with. The earliest memory he has is surrounded by fog, unable to recall the events that lead to or followed it. It is the source of his one true fear. He was very young, and wanted to be an Olympic Athlete.. what sort of athlete, he hadn't decided on yet. Giving diving a shot, he leaped from the high dive at a public pool and hit the water wrong. The impact winded him, and he began to drown, unable to breath or put power behind his strokes to surface. How he got out, he has forgotten.. all he remembers is the helpless feeling of being surrounded by water with no escape, unable to breath and slowly sinking despite his flailing attempts to swim. This blurry memory is all he has left of the phobia he suffers from, a deep seeded fear of deep water and drowning.. he cannot stand the thought of it.

His next earliest memories are several years after that event, well into middle school and still dreaming of becoming a world famous athlete. Even at such a young age he practiced and conditioned his body, this dream being more than a childish whim for him. Fast-forward some years and you'll find him still training, a fresh High School graduate, looking to make it on the list for the next American Olympic team. However, he was scouted by a different organization first. The recruiter was very vague, not revealing their name or their purpose. He simply asked if Tony would be interested in a line of work he couldn't talk about when he went home, but would make a real difference. As they say, curiosity killed the cat.. in this case though, it was his dream he let die. Forfeiting his life long goal to make it to the Olympics, he agreed to follow this man into the dark.

This was how Masters was introduced the agency known as S.H.I.E.L.D, where his exceptional physical condition would be put to a much different task that winning medals. Despite his lack of any real training in regards to being an operative, they bet on his potential and put him to training. His natural ability to learn helped him pick up on the tasks with relative ease once he got into the swing of things. The agencies gamble had paid off, they had a fine new agent in the works.

After he had been taught the arts of espionage, marksmanship and various sorts of incapacitating martial art techniques, they put him to work. Masters quickly became a valuable asset to the agency, going as far to be sent on a highly classified mission. An otherwise unremarkable terrorist cell had managed to get its hands on something big. An experimental serum supposedly made by Hydra back in the day, another attempt to boost human potential, they assumed. Whether they planned to use it or sell it, it was unacceptable to allow the serum to remain in their hands. With due haste S.H.I.E.L.D sent out a small 'A-team' to snatch the serum and get out without a sound. Among that team was Masters, the team was lead by a senior agent named Coulson. He was there to ensure the operation went off without a hitch, one of the top dogs supposedly. The op went well, no problems in or out, the small cell moved in and out with little resistance. The terrorist group hadn't been prepared for the backlash that having such an item would bring on them, and thus the serum changed hands. This also marked the first encounter Masters had with Coulson.

Shortly after the serum had been retrieved, the agency got curious about what it was. Their experts got to work on finding out, and came to the conclusion it was an authentic relic from the Hydra experiments. This small amount of information confirmed two things; one, that its purpose was to boost human potential, and two, that they wanted to use it. While the effects of the serum were still unknown, or even whether or not it fully worked without any side effects, they began to screen possible subjects. After a few weeks, it was concluded that Masters would be the one to take it. Coulson was the one they sent to discuss the matter with Masters. He was a persuasive man, hard to rile up, impossible to read. He and Masters went back and forth for several days before a classified deal was struck, and the experiment began.

Though the exact details of the consumption of the serum are left out of the official file, it seemed like the serum worked.. or rather, it didn't kill him. Any other side-effects or even its purpose were still unknown. It took months of tests, trial and error and a great deal of medical leave to finally discover what his new talent was.

The strategy was.. rather barbaric, but they were desperate for answers. Agent Masters was set upon by several other, much more experienced, agents.. including one Agent Coulson. Coulsons particular role in this extreme sparring match was not only to aide in assaulting Masters, but to call an end to it if he felt it had gone too far. The goal was to see if 'life threatening peril' would awaken whatever changes the serum made. Of course they didn't plan on actually killing him, but with their medical team and technology they could get damn near close.

When Coulson gave the go, things got under way. The senior agents fell on Masters relentlessly, it was obvious they had no intention of holding back until told to halt. At first Masters fought like the Agent he was.. like the less experienced Agent he was. He held his own for a brief moment, almost a flicker in the scope of the event, before the blows began to fall on him. Coulson hadn't engaged directly, he stood idle in the middle of the room and patiently observed the fight. Tony had no chance the way things were going, but something changed without.. and the tides turned for it.

Tae-kwon-do, a style of martial art that Masters had never been taught before was being used against him. One of the Senior Agents was exceptionally well versed in its use. Without warning, Masters used a kick that he had received moments ago to send one of his foes reeling. Things escalated from that moment, a series of moves and attacks returning to the Senior Agents that they had dealt out before. The observation room didn't comment, to the untrained eye what had happened was simply a change in the flow of the fight. However, two men observing knew better, Coulson.. and Director Fury. His reservations eased, Fury gave an 'OK' through the intercom. All of the agents stepped back now, as Coulson stepped forward.

Carefully taking his suit jacket off he folded it over the waiting arms of one of the Senior Agents. Coulson proceeded forward dauntlessly rolling his sleeves back, and without warning, leaped into action against Masters. The experienced agent already had an idea what was happening here, and his combat style reflected it. He gracefully, randomly, switched from one style to another, in a flurry of seemingly disorganized attacks. Masters held his own, copying everything he could and doing his best to keep Coulson at bay. The fight showed no signs of changing pace, until the doors to the room suddenly opened and the two men stopped. Director Fury entered the room, a satisfied smile on his face. Congratulating both men, he called the test successful, and to an end.

The next few weeks were dedicated to both recovery and isolating the exact effect of the serum; it was a success. “Photographic Reflexes” was the name the agency gave his power. Its side effect was memory loss in exchange for whatever skill he memorized and duplicated, a less than appealing exchange to most. Masters showed no outward regard in response, simply confirmation that that was the case.

Having concluded what his ability was, the agency wasted no time in setting it to use in the field. As soon as he was able, they began a series of field missions with various partners and threat levels. This was meant to both force him to adapt and expand his skill set, and test compatibility with other useful and rising agents in S.H.I.E.L.D. The first was an Agent named 'Hacker', a name and a voice was all this man would be for some time. Masters was put in the field, and Hacker gave him support from a distance. He was a voice in an earpiece, a wizard that could open doors from somewhere else entirely. Working with him was simple, the missions went clean and he didn't have to look out for any dead weight. Eventually, he had to take Hacker with him inside a compound for him to get some sort of intelligence or another. This was there first, and last, face to face encounter. Turns out the tech-geek was good with a gun, this op went well like all the others.. and Masters was shuffled to another partner.

The next was a woman named 'Agent 13', and this one was that didn't last half as long as his spree with Hacker. Thirteen wasn't a bad woman, or agent.. but their personalities didn't match. His sense of humor was wasted on her, and his way of doing things didn't suit having someone just as eager as he was to prove himself. They ended up butting heads more than once, on and off the field. Don't be mistaken though, they accomplished their tasks even with the friction. The job had to be carried out above all else, they had plenty of time to bicker later.. until he got shuffled, again.

“Lady Liberty” was next on the list, and far as Tony could tell, she was his first real encounter with a super-being. They got along well enough, his humor was met with her own counter quips even on the fly. She kept pace with him verbally and physically, more truthfully, he kept pace with her physically. The woman was quick, nimble as a freaking cat, it was outrageous. Of course.. after watching her for a bit, he knew how to do it too. What he couldn't copy was her amazingly handy ability to recover from wounds right before his eyes. It was while paired with her that Masters got the really shitty missions, the one that required he turn in a notarized will before heading out. Still.. their success rate as a pair was unstained too, mostly due to her in his eyes. He could have done with staying with her.. she was hot, great body, but of course this didn't last either.

Next up was Hawkeye, a modern day Robin Hood with his bow. Masters didn't start out very good with a bow, but having his guns taken from him while working with Clint saw to it that that changed quickly. There was an air of irritation in the duo, Clint didn't seem to appreciate Masters ability to rip-off his years of hard and dedicated work after a few example shots. Still, he was a good agent, and didn't throw a fit or bring it up.. they were partners after all. He stuck with Hawkeye longer than anyone probably, the pair worked well, but not even that slated to be permanent. This duo juggling was to teach Masters new techniques, not to get him a partner, after all.

His work with various trial partners formed a pattern, clean and efficient, with no complaints. Masters kept his head down for the most part, didn't ask questions, and didn't mind working with others; Agent 13 being the exception of course. The agency was more concerned with his growth and the long term effects of the serum than anything. Mission, tests, mission, tests.. the pattern went on for what felt like eternity. Eventually, Tony got bored.. and when he got bored, he got curious.. and that idleness set into motion a series of otherwise harmless events that would set him down a different path entirely.

While going through his standard tests to monitor his growth, or rather that of his power, he watched several men enter their passwords.. and committed the movements of their fingers to his memory. Later that night he did some sneaking, and then some snooping. Using the passwords he learned (or rather, the movements of their fingers), he got into some S.H.I.E.L.D files he was probably never meant to see. Folder after folder of information.. all dossiers on various 'Exceptional, Super Powered or Mutated Beings'. Information on their strengths and weaknesses, their histories and personalities; ages, names, code-names, hobbies, interests.. trivial and private information alike. S.H.I.E.L.D even had information on these peoples Likes and Dislikes to the fifth, if not more.

They gathered everything they could on anyone even a step above 'normal'. Videos of them caught on security cameras, old classified information on training, cellphone videos they somehow got.. the list went on. It was here he glimpsed and memorized the fighting style of the legendary Captain America and Spider Woman, for what he could, web-slinging wasn't something he had going.

It led him to wonder though, why they felt the need to monitor the whole world, and gather their own force of people like himself. Why the urgency with getting the serum to be taken rather than study it longer, or try to find more information? Knowing more only made one question more.. and the questions were too many. Were all the dossiers to be used as recruitment potentials? It was exhausting trying to understand so much with such a little a scope to look through. Putting everything back, Masters went back to his room convinced he'd gotten away with it.. looking back, that was an absurd notion.

It didn't take long for him to make up his mind after that nights espionage. He wasn't being told enough to make him trust the agency anymore, and they weren't paying him enough to be okay with that blindness. He thought about telling Hacker, or maybe Lady Liberty what he had found.. seeing how they felt about it. I mean, with information like that, they knew how to pitch the recruitment to anyone just right. He decided against it though, it wasn't worth the risk of exposing his actions if they didn't agree. It was safer if he just carried out his plan alone.. and he was more than capable of that.

On his next mission out he was with a team of 'regular' S.H.I.E.L.D Agents, not to be underestimated in their own right.. but given the new armory of memory that Agent Masters had gathered secretly, they were beneath him. Things started to get fishy here, initially Coulson was scheduled to be here with them, but at the last second was pulled from the mission by Fury. Disregarding it as being lucky, Masters carried out his escape as planned. Calling on all the skills he had taken, he turned on his team once he saw the chance. They fell one after the other, his continually changing fighting style prevented them from gaining balance in the skirmish, and his superior skill in all regards stacked the deck heavily in his favor. He didn't kill any of them, there was no reason to, these were good people.. just not his people, not anymore. Activating the 'Abort Mission' function and distress signal on the downed agents, Masters took his leave of S.H.I.E.L.D.

By now things had begun to make sense to him, the naivety wearing off. A part of him knew better than to think he got away, Director Fury had to know that Masters had been snooping around. He wasn't sure how long it took him to find out, he could have known as soon as the very moment he got into the system.. it didn't matter. For whatever reason, Fury knew Masters planned to leave – he had to know – and then gave him a perfect window to escape. The board had been set too perfectly for it to be luck in his favor, no, S.H.I.E.L.D let him leave.. he was sure of it. What that would lead to in the future he had no clue, even still, he could have just been paranoid.

Leaving that aside, this was the start of yet another new life for Tony, this was the birth of the mercenary Taskmaster. He took the name from the codename for the file on his consumption of the serum and following tests; post-discovery, of course. It took him some time to build up his arsenal and attire, but he got the look he wanted. His trademarked cowl and cape with a skull-mask that moved along with this own jaw, giving the visual impression that he was a talking skull. Childish but stylish, the mercenary needed to be identifiable after all. Sticking out would help him get call backs easier when he did good, and put a good 'face to the name' for the underworld.

He quickly made a sound reputation for himself in the underworld as a dependable man, for whatever job needed done. As long as the clients honored their end of the deal, and the price matched the peril, he would get it done one way or another. While it became well known that he preferred to work alone, all mercenaries knew that sometimes one man wasn't enough to get the job done, as did the clients. While he enjoyed working alone, he had no real issue when it came to working with others. As long as they could pull their own weight, it didn't bother him any. As his name grew, so did his client list, and the pay grade. He had a reputation for being the best building, and he planned to capitalize on it.

Of course, no one is perfect, and even the Taskmaster has failed to complete contracts before and had to forfeit his pay. For example, an assassination job was put out by an unnamed client on an unnamed victim; all that was given was a description of the target, some photos, and hints on how to find her. He had his doubts about trying, due to the secrecy of the client and lack of information, but the potential pay off was too enticing.. so many zeros. Upon his arrival, after having tracked her down successfully, he discovered he had done no such thing.. the woman was waiting on him; she knew he was coming some how. The ensuing fight was one of the toughest he had ever had. Her Taijutsu and Ninjutsu training and Kenpo were not something he had been exposed to before, and while keeping himself alive he had to copy her in order to continue his evasive acrobatics.

Psylocke (The mark) was no fool though.. and having noticed his sudden ability to move the way she did, she stopped using her techniques and began to use her real powers. The girl was a super being, throwing things at him with her mind, and on top of that, he had to dodge her lightsaber thing now. It was then that Taskmaser decided on a hasty retreat, putting his newly found ninja techniques to the test he eluded her long enough to make a b-line to safety, and not look back. His failure voided the contract, but that was fine, that woman almost killed him. This was his first run in with a super human, and it gave him a new scope on the reality of this world.

In addition to his failed attempt at taking Psylockes life, he also failed to kill Deadpool. That isn't to say that he didn't defeat him, it's that it didn't matter. A shot through the heart, a sword through the face and ribs, none of it mattered. Deadpool kept making jokes and getting right back up, again, a situation where Taskmaster was forced to retreat, and his second failed contract. Though he didn't want commit any of Deadpools fighting style to memory, seeing as most of it was rampant sword flailing or spraying bullets mindlessly, it happened anyway. This led Taskmaster to wonder if the 'Merc with a Mouth' was really a fool, or just playing everyone else for the same. It was hard to tell.. the man was annoying as hell though, for sure. He ran into this man more than once, for this and that reason.. and they fought almost every time. His random appearances and self-monologue were thing Taskmaster was getting used to.

In light of recent mishaps, when he was given another contract to hunt down and remove a super powered being, he requested it be a two man job. The client brought in a second for him.. but the partner was less than appealing, the guy looked like a steroid addict that liked to hurt people more than a mercenary. Refusing the obviously decrepit side-kick, Taskmaster amended the contract to allow him to bring in his own partner, or he was out. The client wasn't happy about how picky the mercenary was being, but agreed, and Deadpool was given a call. Taskmaster hated it, for sure, but if he wanted someone to throw at the enemy to see what they could do.. Deadpool was the guy. Stupidity and immortality made him a good fishing hook for super powers.

The mission went well enough, Deadpool got hurt a lot (much to Taskmasters pleasure) and in the end they won. The mark was dead, Deadpool wasn't sadly.. but they both got paid now either way. That was the first time they had worked together, and after that Taskmaster stopped accepting contracts on the mans life. After all.. it was pointless, and just messed up his win / loss Mercenary ratios.

Perhaps his sudden stand off approach is what led to a very strange, very random, request. Deadpool showed up at his doorstep one day asking for his help, except he looked different.. he didn't look like a walking talking pile of cow shit. Wade summarized the situation for him briefly, his crazy-side toned down a bit. He lost his mojo, his healing factor.. and he wanted it back. Part of him wondered if he could kill him, if he could kill Wade Wilson. The other part didn't care anymore. Taskmaster agreed to the deal and he set out to help his old frenemy with his mojo-problemo. It took a long time, and a lot of dedicated effort.. but he did it, he got Deadpool his mojo back, he never told Wade just how hard it had been. After all, his rival had to ask him for help, he couldn't whine about it after the deed.

As of now, he is still a mercenary, nothing more. The world is changing and with the recent failed invasion of Earth, and the formation of the Avengers.. the playing field is changing with it. His line of work is getting harder, but at the same time.. the potential to learn and improve is ever expanding as well. Now some crazy dimensional crap or something is going on.. Taskmaster really didn't care. Whispers in the underground spoke of the end of the world, this or that Armageddon.. Tony figured it wasn't so bad. After all, in his line of work chaos like this was a blessing.. to summarize; for better or worse, business is good.



Permission given by Agent Coolson for Agent Coulson. (Included)
Permission given by Roya for Psylocke & Spider-woman. (Included and Copied)
Permission given by Bry for Hawkeye. (Included and Copied)
Permission given by Devi B. for Agent Thirteen and Lady Liberty (Included and Copied)
Permission given by Argent for Hacker (Included)
Permission given by Blue! for Deadpool (Included and Copied)
Permission given by Shane for Captain America (Included and Copied)
Permission given by Dom for Nick Fury (Included)






Writing Sample:
It had been a long time, a very long time, since Tony had done anyone a favor.. a real favor. Doing things out of the kindness of ones heart wasn't lucrative, and it didn't suit his image. He couldn't remember ever doing anyone a favor, whether or not he actually had was a mystery even to him. Tony had said it before, things like 'I'll do you a favor just this once', but that was all a crock. Anytime he said that he was either in character, or he gained more from the 'favor' than he let on. This time was different though, this time he was actually just doing a favor for a friend. The mercenary grimaced behind his mask at how soft he sounded in his own mind. A lit cigarette burning between the skeletal jaws of his mask, the room littered with corpses..

For months now he had been a man named Tito Yeoman, a talented guitar player, ladies man.. and more importantly, an upper level enforcer and muscle for a large crime syndicate in North America. The higher ups were clever enough to keep the big heat off of themselves, sourcing out a lot of the work under unrelated names or anonymous bounties. They weren't perfect though.. and with his talent it wasn't hard for Tony, or rather Tito, to move up the chain of command. Months of preparation, patience and deception had gone into this scheme.. and this would likely be a one shot deal. The date had been set, and Tito was invited to help move an unlabeled briefcase for the higher ups. Security was going to be hell, but this move from Point A to Point B was the only chance Taskmaster was going to get.

The morning of the move one of the other guards went to Titos room to wake him up.. there was no answer. After knocking and shouting for a bit he finally just opened the door, and bit the dust. Rather than see Tito inside, the poor grunt saw a skeletal visage staring back at him before a sword found its way into his throat. Any attempt to scream was turned to sickening gurgling sounds as he squirmed on the floor. Stepping over the dying man, Masters proceeded down the hallway..

Which brings us to where he is now, standing alone smoking in a room filled with blood and gore.. some of it his. Taskmaster was good, great even.. but the numbers had been against him. Wounded as he had been, he got what he wanted out of this suicidal mission. Briefcase in hand he walked outside the backdoor to a car he had parked there last night. It was raining.. rain was good, had a nice calming effect on the killer at times like these. Placing all his baggage in the passenger seat before getting around to the drivers side. Cracking open the case, he examined the contents before driving off. His wounds, while numerous, weren't hospital worthy.. he'd take care of them on his own eventually. This car though, it'd have to be junked out.. covered in his blood like this. The open case beside him had some sort of chemical or drug in it, unmarked, unlabeled and unknown to the rest of the world.

Years of testing had lead to this, and it was all about to be given back to the initial lab-rat. “Wade.. ol' buddy..” he said to himself, lighting up another cigarette “You'd better appreciate this..” Finished talking to himself for now, he turned on the radio, and proceeded to put distance from himself and that slaughter before anyone caught on..





Your name/alias: Caleb
Timezone: Central


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