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May 6 2016, 08:11 PM
[dohtml]<p><center><div style="width: 300px; height: 450px; background-image: url(http://i.picresize.com/images/2015/11/30/7HBSx.jpg); border: 20px solid black;"><div class="kay"><div style="width: 260px; height: 430px; padding: 10px;"><p>Watching, surveillance, planning, information gathering, resource gathering, training, educating, redefining, working, helping, more watching and surveillance, more planning, and more training. That’s what it took to get this all ready. Romulus Emanuel Mercury had been a soldier all of his life. First for the 12th Roman Legion and then for the United States Marines and then for SHIELD; now he was a soldier of the people. They had even named him ‘The Centurion’. Fitting as his last position for Legion had been as the Centurion of the 1st Cohort and when he was training under the League of Assassins his name had been محارب al-maharib or ‘The Warrior’. Fighting was in his blood, planning was in his blood. Hades his father was the Roman God of War and Power (as well as mystery). His sacred symbol was that of a spear. He was born for this lifestyle it was the only one he knew . . . and now he was brining other people into it.</p>

<p>Sure, they had all picked up the gauntlet and accepted the burden before they had ever met him, but this? This was different. No longer would they be sole heroes or vigilantes looking after one city, working on their own to try and make their small corner of the world a better place. The threats they would face would no longer just effect their immediate vicinity. They would all be working together for the betterment of the world, looking out for the little guy. Not confined to one particular place or protecting one nation. This team, because it would be a true team, would be there to protect the entire world. They would go where they were needed most; help anyone in need and most importantly they would always have each other’s backs.</p>

<p>Sure, they were starting out small. There were only currently six members counting Romulus himself and only five of them would even be making an appearance tonight but it was a start. Rome wasn’t built in a day and neither would this team. He laughed at that notion, calling it a team when he didn’t even have a name for it yet. Sure, Spider-Man and Cis-Vibe had offered up some ideas of their own but none were truly considered. He had been more focused on making sure that everyone was ready. For the past couple of weeks he had been training Spider-Man and Hope, while of course letting them keep up their own patrols (in the case of Spider-Man), doing his own patrols, watching the going ons with the ‘new Earth’, and surveying potential allies as well as keeping tabs on the darker side of things (he had even offered to assist The Flash with his Zoom problem but the man insisted he would deal with it on his own).</p>

<p>Despite some minor setbacks and delays the day had finally come for him to gather the team, minus the Son of Hades. The Sakovia Accords better known as the Superhuman Registration Act was to be passed within the next 24 hours if his sources were right and this would be their last night to act freely without ‘fear’ of being targeted like criminals. Because of this he had decided he would ‘gather the forces’ as it were and allow the team to interact together. To see how well they all acted around each other, decide on a name perhaps, see if they had any potential recruits, see what stance they took on the Registration Act, find out if any of them currently required help in their ‘respected cities’, and then go out for a test run.</p>

<p>He was the first to arrive at the meeting location, followed by Hope of course as she was his unofficial ‘protégé’. It was an abandoned construction site, a super mall had been going to go up there before it was shut down for some reason or another. Meaning no one would ever think to look there for a group of super heroes (that was another thing he would need to do soon; get an actual base for the team to meet at once it expanded globally like he planned). Leaning up against a pole he waited for the rest of the team to show up. They had five minutes before they were late. The Centurion did not accept tardiness; early was on time, on time was late, and well . . . you could simply back your bags and leave if you were late. He was a soldier after all</p>
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<p>So, maybe he did let himself in through one of the upper story windows after disabling the security systems and throwing the cameras on a loop just long enough to allow him access to the building. They wouldn’t ever have any proof that he had actually ‘broken in’ because nothing had been broken; within about a minute or so of his arrival inside the building everything would return to normal anyway. Whether or not the rest of ‘Team Flash’ noticed what had happened would in fact either strengthen his belief that he was coming to the right place or prove him wrong and he’d of course have to try something else. For their sake he truly hoped the later was true. Romulus was not the type of person you wanted to let down. Even if they didn’t know they were being tested.</p>

<p>After walking around the building for a few minutes, sticking to the shadows and beating the cameras to allow him the ability to move throughout the facility completely undetected, the masked vigilante came into the room he assumed was the ‘base of operations’. The monitors and other such equipment confirmed this suspicion but the actual lack of any person in the entire room gave some discomfort. Until of course he noticed the suit. Flash’s suit on a mannequin implying that the Fastest Man Alive was currently at his day job, meaning the one person he had gone through all of this trouble for wasn’t even in the building or out fighting crime. Wonderful.</p>

<p>Rubbing his temples the ex-marine, ex-centurion sighed and shook it off. The trip wasn’t a complete waist though as he noticed the computers were still up and running and to his surprise logged on. Meaning the rest of this ‘team’ were actually still in the building or had just recently left. Surprising as he hadn’t run into anyone but he was certain he’d be able to hear them and either hide or make his escape before they found him. Making his way over to the computers the vigilante dressed in all black with the Imperial Gold Verutum on his back and two escrima sticks in a holster on his right leg, started looking through the files currently pulled up. He wasn’t able to get much however until he heard a noise; talking. Two voices. Male and female, neither of them belonging to that of The Flash. Closing the computer back to the screen it was origionally on he made his way to the center of the room, back facing the door and front facing the Flash Costume. Waiting for the two to join him.</p>
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[dohtml]<p><center><div style="width: 300px; height: 450px; background-image: url(http://i.picresize.com/images/2015/11/30/7HBSx.jpg); border: 20px solid black;"><div class="kay"><div style="width: 260px; height: 430px; padding: 10px;"><p>It wasn’t the city he had chosen to protect but that didn’t mean he was going to leave it to be overrun by crime lords. Things were always so bleak and it seemed as if nothing he did made a difference. Hell, dropping his ego it seemed nothing anyone did ever changed anything in this damned city sense the New York Assault or the ‘Attack’ as some called it. Chicago was bad enough as it was before then but afterwards it seemed as if every bad thing that hid in the shadows of New York decided they would be better off in Chicago or even operating out of both cities. Romulus had had enough. Sure, he wasn’t sure entirely what it was he was going to do to put a stop to this madness and bring Chicago and New York back to the top and it all started tonight. Tonight was the first step towards actually making a difference.</p>

<p>Because after one year of just being a pest in the side of organized crime he had gotten some real dirt. No thanks to a certain Speedster. Romulus’ methods were always effective and he always got the answers he wanted but sometimes the snitches that snitched to him returned the favor to their bosses. Well, those that he left with a tongue or working jaw. Tonight was different though, he had made sure the information he got from the first thug was true by getting it from three different thugs, each from the respective group of the top dawgs in Chicago and New York. They were having a meeting in some fancy restaurant with what appeared to be a new player in the game. One who none of the men he ‘questioned’ really knew anything about. All they knew was the same damn things.</p>

<p>Things that honestly sounded more like superstitions than anything. No one knew where she was from, and there were rumors floating around that she was some kind of freak. Not in the physical appearance style or the ‘circus freak’ but in the sense that she was probably a metahuman. What her powers were exactly he didn’t know but one guy did mention something about snakes before he tried to throw himself off the building. Apparently she was that scary to these thugs. The only thing he did know about her was she liked big hats. That didn’t sit well with the man in black but it didn’t deter him. He had set out tonight with one goal and he was going to accomplish that goal. If he failed then he’d never get a chance to do this again, if he messed up they’d never be so sloppy again. The security would never be as simple as it was tonight. So, failure was not an option.</p>

<p>He was currently sitting on top of the building across from the restaurant and watching each and every person that entered and exited from it. He had already scoped the place out earlier in the day when he was dressed as a waiter. He had even helped set up the room the meeting was going to take place in. Luckily for him those little spy cameras that could record black and white video and sound weren’t as expensive as they had been twenty years ago. The restaurant was one of the high class types, one he could never get into not even back when he was still on active duty for the Marines. Suits and ties, dresses and diamonds were a must it appeared to even be allowed to get in. A dress code he was about to break as soon as he spotted the last member of the prestigious group of slum bags.</p>

<p>The first three men had been easy enough to spot and were already in the room by the time he saw who he thought was his mystery girl. His suspicion was only proven true when he heard a female voice speak in his ear. Or rather his ear piece he was currently waring as he listened in on the conversation going on in the room. Pulling his mask down over his face he let out a slow breath letting his body relax before he jumped. Sliding down the fire escape till the end of it before he jumped off the end and landed on the ground below in a barrel roll. He quickly made his way across the street ducking past cars and dodging people as he made his way into the alley and into the restaurant through a window into the bathroom. Here he waited, he needed more proof first. Something to go off of, well no that wasn’t entirely true. He didn’t but the cops would and what he had recorded so far was good for the three males but he had nothing on the female yet.</p>
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<p>In fact, Romulus hadn’t learned anything new since his first week. At least not that he was aware of. Instead he had been simply preforming chores for the man and meditating like he was currently doing. At first the ‘Perfect Roman’, as some of the people back at Camp Jupiter had called him whether in jest or spite, had hated the fact that he wasn’t learning anything. That instead of learning something he could eventually use to save the lives of other people he was sitting atop some mountain freezing his ass off ‘clearing his mind of all life’s troubles’. It took him longer than it should have to learn why he was truly doing this and now he actually looked forwards to the nightly five hour session.</p>

<p>It gave him time to clear his head that was otherwise filled with never ending questions and answers, always trying to work out something or everything all at once. It was in these hours of meditation in the blistering cold that he was able to actually unwind from the rest of the world, not that he was connected to it very much anyway, and just breathe. Breathe and focus. Focus on his goal, the reason he had set out on this personal crusade of his and why he had cut all ties with his previous life. Even his own Mother who was probably back in New Rome teaching the children at the school she taught at. It was a tough decision but it was also one that he never regretted it for one moment.</p>

<p>How could he after he looked into the dying faces of his entire platoon. Good men and women who were gunned down by savages whose only goal was to cause anarchy and disrupt a group of individuals who were there to protect the lives of the locals? No. He would always stand by his decision, he’d never again let anyone else suffer the fate that not only his men and women suffered but the pain and suffering the family members themselves had to-no are still going through and probably will be for the rest of their lives. He had told each and every single one of them himself before the Marines discharged him. Made sure they knew what was what and how much each person meant to him.</p>

<p>After that he packed up and left. Traveled the world in search of people who could teach him things no one else could. It was how he wound up here in the middle of nowhere. Sitting atop a mountain shirtless, with his Imperial Gold Veretum Spear sitting just a few feet away from him, eyes closed and meditating to the howls of nature. It was peaceful. It was nice. It was what he needed to progress, else he’d always be held back by the rage and that wasn’t going to get him anywhere. No, he nee-A noise. Eyes still closed he let out a small breath as he listened to his surroundings again before he heard it again followed by a curse. English. “Whoever you are, I suggest you turn around and leave. Whatever you’re looking for you won’t find it here.” Eyes still closed, knowing he could react before anything got out of hand if need be.</p>
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