What needs done (SHIELD AGENT/S/ OPEN)

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Michael ran his usual route through central park. White skull candys in his ear, a white t shirt and a pair of white shorts, he kept in step with the music blaring in his ear, moving along the paths trying to keep his mind set on the road ahead. So much had happened to him recently, changing how he thought about everything that was happening. He had killed, ended the lives of those who had meant to hurt and destroy. Yet it wasn’t right, Raven was right, she had called it. This girl who didn’t know God, who claimed herself a spawn from hell had told him that he was wrong, that he was killing mercilessly. The very idea brought a wince to his face. He was no better; he was just like those who killed the mothers, the sons, the fathers, brothers, sisters. It was just the same. He had no justification for his actions and he knew it. Had moving here really been a good thing for him? Had he really changed the world by coming here to New York? To America? He had met Kara, that was deffinatly a plus. He needed her, she was something of a reason to fight every day as he woke up. It was an odd pairing the two of them, but he wouldn’t ruin it for anything. No, he belonged here in the States…..but what for?

The sounds of the day were starting to come out of the early morning din around him. The light fog that had been upon the fields inside the park were turning to dew. Birds were chirping and flying about as he moved amongst it all. What he would give to stay here all day, to breath in the sweetness, of its beauty. Yet Michael knew that was not his lot, no he had things to do, just as he did every day. Though it was not a day for school, it was a day for training and thinking. What came next? Would he go about his vigilantism, or would he find a way to learn to fight fair?

Either way he needed guidance, he needed someone to help him com to such a decision. His father had said he needed to god to SHIELD, maybe they could help him, or maybe not. It was worth a try…..so the real reason for his run came into light….he had made a call, and now was waiting to make contact.

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WORDS, TAG, outfit, NOTES
SOMEWHERE ONLY WE KNOW by KEANE
made by ANYA of caution 2.0

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[Gino "Indigo" Perry]

Cookies were the best sweet food in the entire universe. Even the mightiness of buttery toast paled in comparison to the circular lumps of baked dough. Especially if they have chocolate chips in them. Gino pondered the wonders of chocolate chips as he bit into a cookie. He would certainly like to ponder it more, but, unfortunately, he was on call, on duty, and on the ball. Earlier, SHIELD had gotten a call from someone requesting a meet-up. Gino had been dispatched halfway through making toast. The audacity! Still, It sounded pretty serious, from what he had been told by the powers higher than he. By that, he meant his boss, not the celestial powers that resurrected him.

He didn't look too out of place here. He had a tan hoodie on, as well as some jogging pants and sneakers. There were a fair amount of runners in the park at this time of day. Heck, at this time of day, there were a lot of people. Any one of them could be the guy who made the call...what was the name again, Michael Mulberry? Something like that. Gino did a quick telepathic sweep of some passing runners. None of them seemed to be the guy. Wait...he was just there, running past. "Bingo." Gino smiled, taking off after the guy. "Hey!" he called. "Are you Michael MulledWine?"

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Michael heard the call out, slightly annoyed by the screw up of the last name but it really couldnt be helped. He turned and saw the relaxed jogger looking at him what he thought seemed like an expectent look. This was going to be harder then he thought. Kara kept coming to mind as he walked over towards the man and offered his hand with a grim nod.

"Your with SHIELD? The guy I was expecting to talk to?" This answer was probably already answered, in all honesty it was probably retorical if anything, but Michael could feel himself trying to stall. What he was about to tell this guy could get him arrested right there on the spot, either way he was going to end up infront of more agents. This guy was just the first of many he would encounter today.

Michael motioned for the guy to follow as he kept jogging. He needed this to be not in the open. The idea of admitting to murders wasnt exactly something you do in publix. "I called because I want to surrender myself to SHIELD. I act under the name Umbra, a vigelante." He turned and looked at the guy next to him, wondering if he was already in the data base. Hopefully under his proper name instead of anything this guy seemed to pull out of his mouth. If so then, his actions might already be catilogued and they were just waiting for him thw whole time.

[Gino "Indigo" Perry]

"Yep. That's me. Gino Perry, at your service." Gino made an attempt at a bow. When running, it is never good to attempt a bow. Gino stumbled and nearly fell over in his tracks, saved only by his wits and a little bit of telekinetic trickery. It was subtle, and thankfully no-one noticed. It would have been embarrasing if he fell over. "Yep, we got your call, and I knew that. Read your mind. Don't worry, we had you on our list for a bit." he said with an unusually casual tone, as if he were talking about home decorating. "You're sort of a low priority, if that puts things in perspective. You know, with the whole thing and the....thing and that other thing." He had no idea what he was referring to, but he hoped that this guy picked up the idea.

SHIELD did indeed have its hands full with other, far more pressing matters, like the Joker, and keeping Doctor Banner happy, though that wasn't particularly a problem. They just didn't really have time for vigilantes wanting to turn themselves in anymore. That was a bygone aesthetic of a simpler time, not really long forgotten, just not around anymore. "Mind if we stop running? It's kinda hard to keep up with the conversation." he panted. He wasn't really a physical person, and he'd only barely scraped through SHIELD's physical tests. That kind of stuff wasn't important right now.

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Michael kept up the pace, listening to the SHIELD agents almost dismissive responce to what he had said. There was no way he could respond that wouldnt show some sort of agitaition in his words. Of course if he was vging to play this right he needed to level that out atleast a tad bit before the guy really did arrest him or just left.

Ï get that mate, you got your hands full with the worlds problems, which are alot right now.¨ Michael stopped at the agents request near a small area used for people to stretch out srains with bars helf up by wooden poles. He was starting to wonder how trained these guys were if a good run was to hard on them. It would make him laugh to show all theyre trainies up without even trying. ¨What I am trying to say is you have a golden oppurtunity here.¨

He tried to kep his tone convincing, Michael giving a wicked grin and a slight gleam in his eyes. ¨The worlds going to hell mate and you need some people who have been in the down and dirty. I am done with killing just to clean up the mess, I want to make an actual difference. I am not turning myself over to you for jail, I`m saying here I am, what do you need me to do?¨ This guy couldnt be daft could he? SHIELD had to have something he could help with that could get him in the orginization and maybe even make him an agent. That in all of it, was what he wanted.

[Gino "Indigo" Perry]

"You want to join us? 'cause we do have some agents who've been down and dirty. Look at Agent Romanabana...Black Widow." Gino raised an eyebrow. As much as he wanted to start singing that training song from Mulan, he couldn't help but be suspicious of this man. He said he'd killed. Did he have a criminal record? A quick skim of the brain told him that this man didn't have one. One that he was aware of, at least. "I dunno. You say you've killed? That sort of thing is kind of looked down on with the higher-ups. You'll definitely be under scrutiny for a bit. Know what's worse than that? Being dead." Gino knew all about that. He'd had a hard time persuading people that it was really him and not a shapeshifting alien.

"I could talk to the higher-ups about you. We've got our hands full right now, but you never know. They've listened to me before. Sometimes." He got the feeling that he was a little socially awkward, especially in situations involving his superiors. He had no idea where that assumption came from. "Maybe you'll get in, maybe not. We could use people like you. Just drop the killing and get acquainted with SHIELD protocol, and you'll be a ready-made agent."

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Michael couldn’t keep up with this guy and his weird pronunciations of people’s names. It was like it was a game to him….or was…never mind. What mattered was what he said after that, about the killing. It was maybe the only thing getting in Michaels way. Yeah, he kind of figured that for one, but for two wasn’t that the whole reason behind this decision? He could hold off on the killing impulse he had grown. The aspect was something that needed to go to begin with, Kara didn’t like it and he knew it would get him nowhere as Umbra or in the plan he knew God had for him if he kept it up anyways.

“I get the killing is a big thing. It was a bunch of street thugs while trying to clean up Harlem. I’m done and after all of it I realize there was probably better ways to handle the situation.” If truth be told he could’ve done A LOT better, but the impulse at the time had been to kill. He had seen the damage done to the houses, children screaming and how they hadn’t cared at all for those around him and lost all control. Maybe he should’ve just scared the hell out of them inside his own little made up prison. That would’ve gotten the point across. However, now he was going to have to apparently work with some rules, and those were government rules.

“I’ll do what I gotta do mate. Do you need my Address or cell number?”

[Gino "Indigo" Perry]

"Address? Cell number? Nah, we already have those." Gino waved him down. "We have access to that kind of database., but that's not the only thing you need. We need...oh, what do we need...Oh yeah, full medical record, criminal record and a bunch of other records. Then you need to go through full medical, physical, mental, emotional, contortional and other evaluations before you're allowed to join. Trust me, they're gonna make it difficult for you, but only the best get to be SHIELD agents." It sounded like he was trying to scare this guy off, but he'd killed people. Gino doubted anything really scared him on this level.

Gino could remember when he went through the SHIELD tests. Every night, he went home to a warmish bath and curled up on the couch vowing "never again". Of course, the next day he had to do it all over again. His limbs ached for weeks, but hey, he was given some time off to recover before he started. If nothing else, they appreciated the fact that Gino needed to recover before beginning his duties. To be fair, that may have been because Gino had planted some little tiny suggestions in a couple of brains here and there, but no-one had found out yet.

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Michael nodded. The guy was saying what he had already guessed. Preliminary stuff that would lead to training and all of the other things. There, however, was something else he wanted, and this was where things got tricky. Michael knew to show these people he was seriouse he needed to talk to one person and one person only. This guy would be hesitant, hell who really got totalk to the big boss but the big heroes right? That was going to have to change. “Here’s where I need your help with all that mate. The prelim stuff I get and itll be easy for me, none of that I am to worried for. Its more……well I want to speak to Fury.” Nick Fury, the big man himself. So many stories had been told about the man with the eye patch. He had fought in world war two with the Cap himself, part of a group called the Howling Commandos. This was the guy Michael needed to communicate with. He would be who would decide if he was going to be something more then a low level stooge. Not that this guy he was talking to was, but he was starting to get the vibe that this guy really didn’t care about Michaels asperations and might not even relay his desire.

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Frank had been cruising around New York City in his 1975 Dodge Charger trying to find this 'Umbra' the Question had told him about. The boy had similar views to Frank, and also pursued the mobsters that surrounded the city. The Punisher needed this boy for a mission, one that would've paid very well. The Falcone family had been spilling their illegal activities through the streets of Hell's Kitchen all the way to Harlem. Overall, Dominique Falcone was gaining power every second she kept breathing. Frank was the one man army who usually worked alone, but he needed a trustworthy person to assist him. Michael Mullenix was that person who was skilled in beating crime.

Vic Sage was a very accurate information broker, who he trusted almost with his life. The man proved to be a very tactical and helpful person, who meant good for the city. Frank laughed at the thought of him almost trying to kill the man that he met one night atop of Gotham's city bank. Vic had brokered information to the Punisher about Michael Mullenix. Australian born, almost mutant like. The boy loved to take morning runs in Central Park, which was the place Frank was headed too. He quickly darted to the left, almost missing his turn. He then parallel parked his car, and began walking towards an entrance of the beautiful New York Park. Central Park was only square of green for miles, because it was surrounded by large skyscrapers and buildings. The park went on for miles, but thankfully the Punisher was given a photo of the young boy.

Frank walked through the patches of green land in an attempt to find the boy. There were lots of joggers today, but their faces didn't match Umbra's. It wasn't until he made his way to the bridge where he spotted the young boy from afar. He'd been talking to another man causing Frank to take cover in the bushes. The white skull across his black shirt would've given him away, but the man Umbra was talking to looked very familiar. Frank put his hand over his ear, and squatted. "I've located Mullenix, but he's with another unknown entity" Frank muttered through his mini-microphone that was placed in his right here. He quickly pulled his prepaid phone out and took a picture of the other male jogger. Within seconds a response was sent through text. 'Gino Perry, 23 years of age, member of SHIELD.' Frank quickly smirked at the sight of the text. SHIELD was a secret organization he'd served in during the organization's premature years.

He befriended Nick Fury at a time, but because Frank had a family, he dropped out. Castle never wanted his kids to grow up without their father being in their lives. His family ended up paying the price, after witnessing a mob hit. Frank quickly revealed himself as he walked closer to the pair. He pulled a cigar from the pocket of his trench coat, along with a zippo lighter. When he sparked the cigar, the large amount of smoke exhaled right from his mouth. “Here’s where I need your help with all that mate. The prelim stuff I get and itll be easy for me, none of that I am to worried for. Its more……well I want to speak to Fury.” Frank grinned widely, "You won't be speaking to Fury... There are more pressing matters at hand" spoke Frank as he took another long drag of his Cuban.