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“Supernatural Assault Unit: Bounty”
By: Nelson Carrasquillo AKA Big Puerto Rico
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. **
Big PR and Rey
helped the group in training. Big PR solved Pobre’s problem by
introducing her to a bow and arrow kit. Big PR also re-taught breathing
techniques to Kid Aux. Mirafox discovered that Innamorata wants to be
more than just friends with Big PR. Vent Sol, an original member of the
SAU, returned and has brought some old time friends and possibly some
“Again!” Boriqua Soldier yelled at the army fatigued training partner Small-Soldier.
“Come on, Boriqua, we have been through this
so many times already,” he replied with hardly any breath.
“Don’t you need a break to catch your breath?”
Boriqua Soldier rushed his tired sparing partner and
grabbed him by the neck. “I am the undead, I don’t need
oxygen. Breathing, for me, is just like an old habit.” Boriqua
let his grip loose from the corruptor’s neck. “You may not
have rust, but you are still inexperienced, you need to drain your
opponent faster than you do, catch them when they don’t expect
it. If you do that you will be better.”
“O…Ok, Boriqua, I’m sorry I
couldn’t keep up with you, want me to send in Gibu?”
“No, I guess that will be enough for now, we
need to take the initiative, we were too laid back when I was alive,
that’s why they always beat us. It will not be like the old
times. Tell Night Trojan to send one of his cronies to spy on those
fools at the SAU headquarters at Peregrine Island. Make sure I know
exactly what they are doing, we will find an opening and we will attack
“Ha, ha. I’m one step ahead of him, I
couldn’t just sit here so, I sent out agents to sweep everywhere
around here, by luck one of my men found the hidden base, I still have
one right now staking out the place,” Night Trojan said to
Small-Soldier over the phone. “Yeah ok, I’ll keep you guys
updated.” Night Trojan hung up the phone.
“Sir, I have some news from Vahzilok,” a
Long Bow agent said as he walked into the office of Night Trojan.
“Ok, so what’s goin down?”
“The zombies are ready when ever you are; he
said he even has some surprises for you. He said that you will
definitely like them.”
“Ha, ha, good, I’m glad to hear that.
Big PR and his crew will die for sure! I can sleep now that I heard
that news, what time is it?”
“Ok good night,” Night Trojan shut his lights off and headed to his quarters.
The day seemed so beautiful to all of SAU it was ironic to them that the day of battle may be today.
“So, Vent where's the rest of the gang?” Kid Aux asked the well dressed man in the wheel chair.
“They are on their way. Well I have to check
up on things at home I’ll see you guys a little later.”
The group said good bye to Vent Sol and continued with their breakfast before training.
“Sir, we have a wheel chaired man coming out of the base,” the look out said.
“Ok, we’ll see what Boriqua wants to
do,” Night Trojan responded. “Keep following him in the
“So, what’s gonna go down today, Big PR?” Mirafox questioned.
“Well, I think we need some action so go out
there, do some good in the city. Keep an eye out for Boriqua or one of
his people. The only thing is that we have to stay in groups, maybe
groups of two.”
“That sounds good, I got the big lug,” Innamorata said patting Big PR on the shoulder.
“Ok then I got the munchkin over here,”
Pobre Diabla said about Kid Aux, although she was only an inch taller.
“Well that leaves me and the handsome bald guy
over there! Come on Rey lets go kick some ass,” Mirafox said. She
grabbed the blaster and quickly headed out.
“Be careful out there guys,” Big PR said after them.
“Take him,” Night Trojan ordered of his
look out. “But not alone, he may be handicapped but he is still
The Long Bow agent stalked the hero like a lion
stalking its prey. The agent flew in the air and watched Vent Sol, in
what seemed to be just minutes the hero was unknowingly surrounded. The
Long Bow agent flew in behind Vent Sol and grabbed him on the shoulder.
Vent Sol stopped his automated wheel chair and turned to face the man
who stopped him
“Hi, can I help you?” he asked.
“Your coming with me, Vent Sol, and don’t make this difficult.”
“Ha, ha. Let me get this straight,
you’re tryin to kidnap me right now? That ain’t gonna
“We have you surrounded, Vent, you’re not going anywhere.”
Vent Sol smirked, “You go ahead and believe
that!” Vent waved his hand and a dozen fire imps come out and
sweep the area. Vent Sol quickly turned around and bolted away from the
“Holy crap he is going at least 60 miles an
hour! Get the eyes in the sky on him, quick!” one of the Long Bow
said into his communicator. “Don’t worry we will catch up
to him, Peregrine Island isn’t that big, he will run out of land
to run on.”
“Shit he is heading towards the ferry!” another Long Bow said.
“Damn it what a time to not have a
communicator,” Vent Sol said as he raced his way to the ferry
down Nelson’s Borough.
Vent was lucky enough to catch the ferry to Talos
Island; the Long Bow didn’t want to board the vessel so that they
wouldn’t alarm any one to what was happening. Any wrong action
and the rest of SAU may be alerted to what was going down. The ferry
landed in Talos and Vent Sol bolted out of the boat and tried to get to
the train. He was greeted by what seemed to be an army of Long Bow.
“Shit,” Vent proclaimed
Vent summoned his fire imps and engulfed as much of
the Long Bow as he could with heavy smoke, but he was soon defeated.
They kicked him repeatedly until he lost his consciousness.
“We’ve got him boss; we’ll drop him off in St. Martial,” a Long Bow agent reported.
SAU Headquarters: Peregrine Island
“Come one, Austin, that thing is gross get it out of here!” Pobre said to Kid Aux.
“What? It’s just a little white mouse! I bought it at the pet store in Steel,” he replied.
“I don’t care its creeps me out!”
“Well, is this what the new SAU is? Filled
with pre-pubescent pussies?” Boriqua Soldier said through the
SAU’s huge computer screen. “Sounds like you guys are
teens,” Boriqua pointed out.
“That’s cause we are, BS,” Kid Aux mocked Boriqua Soldier’s initials.
“Ha, you have balls there, Austin.
That’s right I know who you are. I got everything on you and your
“Hey body me and my ‘girlfriend’ are gonna kick you and your thug’s ass.”
“Ha, Ha, Kid, you remind me of your father,
you’ll probably die young just like him to. But I’m not
here for the past, junior; I’m here for the present. I’ve
got something that you guys may be interested in.”
“Oh yeah and what is that?”
“Vent Sol,” Boriqua Soldier stepped out
of the way of the camera to reveal Vent Sol stretched out on a torture
table. His body was stained with blood, new and dried. His face was
“What the hell is going on?” Big PR
walked in with Sir Joshua, Martian Banshee, and War-Lord, the
reinforcements that Vent Sol told him about, and approached the screen.
“Hello, brother, see I realized the weakness
that we had when I was alive so I decided to shake things up a little
bit, there won’t be a ‘just like old times’ situation
“What the hell are you gonna do?” the armor clad hero Sir Joshua yelled.
“I will kill him, what else would there be?
Although, I have a little idea, brother, and you have twenty four hours
to tell me your decision or Vent here will die a torturous death. I
propose a…tournament ha, ha; we have to keep things interesting.
Don’t you agree? Anyway I purpose we meet at Warburg and one by
one, your team versus mine…until it comes down to me and
“Well, I don’t need twenty four hours to tell you my decision, brother, you’re on!”
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