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“Supernatural Assault Unit: Bounty”
By: Nelson Carrasquillo
An ultimate COH adventure
**In a universe where Paragon City’s biggest
protectorate group, the Hero Corps, is corrupt and filled with ignorant
heroes following the commands of the corrupt leaders, few heroes know
the truth. Most of them are forced into a life of hiding or forced to
put on a show and agree with the corrupt to keep their lives. Few
actually fight back, and few keep their will to fight on. Some of those
few have come together and formed the Supernatural Assault Unit. **
Hero Corps training facility: Atlas Park
A group of top ranked Hero Corps Long Bow members
gathered in an office. They hovered over the bodies of their fallen
comrades analyzing the destruction and the deaths.
“Move out of my way maggots,” the strong
voice of a huge man dressed in black with hair that resembled the mane
of a horse yelled through the crowd of red and white clad Long Bow.
The man moved forward through the crowd, one Long
Bow stayed in his way to try to stop the man from continuing.
“Sir, I don’t think you want to see this,” the Long
Bow said with a slight quiver in his voice.
“Move your ass soldier,” the man in
black said, shoving the Long Bow member out of his way. “Uncover
our fallen comrades I want to see who they are,” he commanded.
The men who were hovering over the bodies quickly
uncovered one of them; they were very hesitant in uncovering the other.
“We found the other body in the hall sir, we marked his position
and brought him into the office,” a long bow said, while he
placed his hands on the cover. The man took a deep breath and uncovered
the other body.
“Tim!?” the man cried out in rage and
pain. “No…it can’t be. My brother can’t
die,” the big man fell to his knees and held his brother’s
life-less body. The cold feel of the dead carcass brought tears to the
man’s face. “I wanna know who did this…gimme some
one who can tell me who did this, damnit!”
The Long Bow in the room quickly scattered in fear
and urgency to find the residential psychic. After some time, a female
Long Bow dragged in another woman with blonde hair and piercing light
blue eyes, she shoved her into the room. The woman looked like she had
barely gotten out of bed; she stood there in her pink silk bunny
pajamas and greeted the large man holding his dead brother’s
“Why the hell are you in your pajamas?” the big man questioned.
“It’s freakin 5:30 in the morning. Now,
how can I help you, Night Trojan?” she rubbed her eyes to get rid
of any gunk.
The big man picked up his brother and brought the
body over to the psychic woman. “I need you to check his mind and
see who killed him and why, psychic girl,” he never knew her name
and never cared.
She looked at the man with a disappointed face,
“How many times do I have to tell you that my name is
Layla?” Night Trojan didn’t pay any mind to her sentence
and continued to look at his brother. She walked up to the dead body
and placed her hands on his head. She closed her eyes and saw glimpses
of the fight, “I see the battle…it’s not that clear,
his opponent was very fast. I think he was wearing dark red and
“Great that’s half of the freakin’
hero population, anything else?” Night Trojan asked.
“Well, he had extensive martial arts training,
I can tell in his technique. I never seen it before it’s a little
“Damnit woman tell me something I can use!”
“Hold your horses, jeez…the man had a
big white star on his chest, and he had others with him, I can only see
one of them clearly. That man was wearing orange body armor. Looks like
a technology hero or villain. His right arm is made of a very shiny
metal…that’s all I can get.”
“A man wearing a red and blue suit with a big
star on his chest, rollin’ with a dude in a tech suit with a
metal arm…shit, that fucker is gonna pay for what he did,”
Night Trojan placed his brother down and headed to the door of the
“Wait, Trojan, who is it?” a Long Bow agent asked.
“Those bastard traders, Big Puerto Rico and
Rey Tormentor, that’s who.” The man rushed out of the room
and stomped his way to the announcement room. “Attention maggots,
I need a good group, don’t worry for what, just be at the
announcement room in freakin thirty seconds,” Trojan said into
A stampede was heard heading down the hall. Eager young heroes
bombarded Night Trojan with shouts of “pick us,” or
“We’re ready, coach.” The big man scanned the crowd
trying to decide who to send.
“You all look weak and disgustingly untrained. Screw it, you all get the assignment,” he said.
“All thirty of us?” a kid in a black bicker jacket said while he put a cigar up to his mouth.
Trojan saw the cigar and snatched it from the kid’s mouth,
“What are you like fifteen? You’re too young for this
shit,” he put the cigar in his mouth and lit it. “No wonder
you run like a little girl in heels tryin’ to make it to the can
before she pees her pants. Just because you wear a biker jacket
doesn’t make you a bad ass, now shit heads I have a
mission…in fact it’s more like a bounty. I want the head
of Big Puerto Rico and Rey Tormentor on my desk. To the person who does
this I will give them 100,000 dollars and personal training until you
reach a good level, I guarantee that.”
The crowd of young heroes jumped with excitement. “Where the hell
are they Night Trojan?” a young voice asked through the crowd.
“Well, we don’t have a freakin pin-pointed location, but
they are suspected to be around the Steel Canyon and Talos Island area,
look there; try to concentrate more of the groups in Steel, most likely
he is there. He used to like that place a lot.”
“Cool, then lets get going!” the kid in the biker jacket said.
“Before you snot-nosed punks head out I wanna tell you that
I’m dead freakin serious about their heads on the table, I want
them dead, not alive!”
“Whoa…are you,” the kid paused.
“Shut the hell up and get out there, damnit!” Trojan yelled.
The group of thirty young heroes headed out with the intent of finding and killing Big Puerto Rico and Rey Tormentor.
Steel Canyon-General Hospital
“So, how are you feeling, Austin?” Pobre
Diabla said, putting her reddish-brown hair into a ponytail.
“Well, considering I have three cracked ribs,
swelling in the face and a broken spirit…I’m ok, I have a
little bit of my father’s regen power so the wounds will heal.
The only thing that isn’t ok with me is the death of my whole
squad by the hands of Tim and the Vahzilok,” Kid Aux said while
he sat up.
“Sit back down, Kid, I don’t think you
should even be moving,” Rey Tormentor stressed his concern.
“I mean you fought Dr. Vahzilok and his cronies and then got into
a fight with Tim, and you didn’t do too well in either.”
“Thanks for the support, Rey, I’m ok
inside I’m already healed, I just have to wait a little bit
longer for my face to go down.”
“Hmm, well I guess you’re ready to go.
We’ll wait for Big PR first though,” Rey said sitting down
in a chair located near a window.
“Where is he any way, Rey?” Pobre asked.
Rey Tormentor looked out the window and watched a
battle between some Trolls and a hero, “Most likely in church, he
killed…he always goes there when he had to kill someone.”
“Damnit these Trolls are harder then I
thought,” the kid in the leather biker jacket said while trying
to dodge the attacks of his adversaries. “C’mon, Jason,
kick their ass!” he yelled to himself. His attempt to
self-motivate failed and Jason ended up kissing the asphalt.
The teleporter kicked in and sent him to the
hospital just a few feet away. When the teleporter completely
transported the young hero, he flopped down on the chair located next
to the machine that just brought him there. He sat in disappointment,
thinking if he can’t handle trolls, then how would he be able to
get close to finding Big Puerto Rico and Rey Tormentor. He sat with his
eyes closed; trying to replay the fight in his head seeing what he did
wrong. Even though his eyes were closed he can see the light that was
reflecting off of something and onto his face. He shielded his eyes and
then opened them. The reflection of the light was strong but he could
make out where the shine was coming from.
“A shiny metal…oh shit, I’m
freakin lucky. I better call in the rest of my group!” he pulled
out his communicator and called in his location. He stayed in his seat
just watching the group.
As if on cue Big Puerto Rico comes rushing into Kid
Aux’s room, his back toward Jason, “We’ve got
trouble, Night Trojan took it personal and he has a bounty on our
heads. We’ve got to get out of here.”
Jason realized he had to do something to at least
stall the powerful heroes. He jumped out of his seat and aimed at the
back of Big PR. He let his most powerful blast off and it seemed to do
nothing but grab the attention of Big PR. Big PR turned and faced
Jason. Rey, Pobre Diabla, and Kid Aux came running out of the room.
Jason acted out of fear and rushed the hero. With all his might and as
much speed as he could muster up he rammed into the wanted man. With a
great smack Jason’s head hit the floor and Big PR stood over him.
“Nice try on the tackle, kid, better luck next
time. Let’s move people we probably don’t have that much
time,” Big PR said, running to the elevators down the hall.
The group of wanted heroes rushed out the doors of
the hospital, they walked into a sea of eager and blood thirsty young
“How the hell did they know we were here?” Kid Aux asked.
“That kid called in the location, he just so
happen to get lucky and see you guys sitting there,” Big PR said.
“How did you know that?” Diabla questioned.
“We have an insider, these kids aren’t
really strong, but they still could give us complication.”
“Why would Night Trojan send these rookies? I mean it’s insulting,” Rey commented.
“He was in a hissy fit and just acted on
impulse. We have to hurry up, I think there are twenty of them out
there right now and ten more are coming in from Talos,” Big PR
jumped into the air and pulled out a sword. He came down with a strike
that had the force to knockout five of the heroes.
“I thought he was a martial arts fighter, Rey,” Kid Aux said.
“Kid, Big PR is talented in many fields of the
martial arts not just unarmed combat,” Rey said, while he blasted
the misguided heroes with a mixture of electric and energy blasts.
For Rey and Big PR the crowd was nothing much to
deal with, but for the young heroes, Kid Aux and Pobre Diabla, it was
something more difficult. Kid Aux would watch Big PR and Rey take on
multiple opponents while he struggled with only one. For Pobre Diabla
the battle was one of luck. She was a fire blaster, that couldn’t
control her blast that well. Every other fire ball would miss her
target and fly off in the air or hit another enemy. For a fight that
consisted of twenty against four the battle didn’t seem to last
long; simply because most of the ignorant heroes were on the ground
knocked out, teleported to the hospital, or just ran off. Big PR
finished off a kid that had attacked him from behind, when a huge
muscle bound hero popped up and smacked the wanted hero.
The kid was strong for his level, but his strength
was nothing compared to Big PR. The kid raised his hand and shook his
finger as if saying no you won’t; his cocky gesture left his chin
open, the keen fighter Big PR threw a punch and knocked the kid flat on
“Never get cocky in a fight,” Big PR
said aloud. “We need to keep moving before the rest come, looks
like you two are tired,” he pointed to Kid Aux and Pobre Diabla.
“Too late, old man!” a tall blonde haired kid said; the remaining ten people were behind him.
He led the group in a rush toward the heroes. Big PR
and Rey stood at the front, the tired Kid Aux and Pobre Diabla stayed
back. With flashes of electricity, energy, and flames the young heroes
fired upon the out numbered team. Big PR and Rey deflected most of the
shots and withstood the others. With the other group one or two slices
of Big PR’s sword would send them to an early nap, but with the
group that they faced, it took slightly more. Couple by couple the
young heroes fell until there were none.
Hero Corps training facility: Atlas Park
Night Trojan sat at his desk located in a room in
the east wing of the Hero Corps training facility; he waited for news
on the group that he sent off to kill Big PR and Rey Tormentor.
“Sir, they failed,” a Long Bow agent said to Night Trojan.
“Which ones?” he questioned.
“All of them sir, they all failed.”
Night Trojan sat up and threw his desk to the side.
The anger and frustration had gotten the best of him. “Damn it!
Damn it all. What the hell? Is there anyone alive that can take them
down?” he paused to think for a bit. “I think we need some
one from ‘the other side’ of the yard to help with this
“Do you mean going to Mercy Island and finding a villain?”
“Not just a villain the perfect one for the
job. He once was a hero himself, but thanks to a mental melt down he
turned. He was once known as the Irish Defender, but now he is simply
known as Limrick! Go find him and tell him what I want from him. I know
he wants to get his hands on Big PR as well. Go at midnight, it’s
a good hour he probably doesn’t sleep any way.”
“Damnit, I’m here at freakin midnight
tryin to find a crazed villain…I should be home,” the
scared Long Bow said.
“You know you outta be careful with what you
say to yourself,” Limrick proclaimed, as he walked out of the
“I…I…I’m sorry, Mr. Limrick, I meant no disrespect.”
“Shut your mouth and give me the details, I
don’t have all day now.” The scared Long Bow agent told the
story, and sparked an idea in Limrick’s head. “Hey,
don’t you guys have that one potion the CoT tried to use to bring
someone from the dead?”
“Ah, yeah I think.”
“Ha, ha, then I got the best plan, he can finally come back.”
“Who, who’s gonna be coming back?”
“You’ll see…in due time.”
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