Sylvester wasn't very helpful; all he really did to help me was to give me an address where all the girls ended up. Apparently Sly had hacked into Walter's computer and found all this out when he first got into all of this.
Circling the building, I try to get a good read out of the place but something is messing with my scanners. The building itself looks like an average abandoned warehouse, but my stupid scanners keep fritzing out every damned time I get within a fifty foot radius of it.
Hopping on the roof of an adjacent Warehouse and turning off my scanner, I pull out some binoculars and peer through one of the small windows on the roof of the building, immediately my stomach drops.
Guards. Dozens of them swarming around with military level weapons and gear were roaming about and defending the place. No way in hell would I be able to get in and get the girls without getting myself or some of the girls killed…
Not without a plan…
As soon as that thought flew through my head, a plan started forming. I couldn't do this alone, but maybe if I were to bring in some help… The Defenders weren't an option as I doubt Cage and Jones were even active yet, much less Iron Fist.
Daredevil might be able to help…
Wait, I have the perfect guy in mind.
Time to call in a little backup.
Tapping the ear of my suit, I call a certain someone who would be rather interested in this case and would make quite a scene.
"Castle? I've got a favor to ask."
"Who the hell is this?"
"The Goblin." I answer. "You remember the last time we met how you were shooting up a group of thugs and I stopped you? Well I need you to shoot up some thugs for me."
"Why should I?"
"You mean other than the fact that these guys have about twenty to thirty girls hostage for whatever reason? Get your ass down here Frank; you know you want to punish them. We are in warehouse 37 in the warehouse district. Be here." I say before hanging up.
The dude can be a dick sometimes, but he will get the job done.
Now to wait.
/
"You take too long." I say as he sits next to me, grabbing his own binoculars from a bag he has at his side. It had been about two hours since I called him, but that gave me time to grab some supplies to keep the idiot alive.
"You never said they were trained." He says. Not angrily surprisingly, just in a matter of fact voice. "How do you want to do this?"
"Simple, While you make a distraction, I will sneak in and free the girls."
"And how the hell am I going to do that without becoming Swiss cheese?"
Standing up and walking back to my glider which was floating behind us, I grab a bag that I had full of goodies he would appreciate.
"That is where this comes in." I say as I toss him the bag. Inside I had packed a variety of things that should keep him alive, chief amongst them was a suit of armor with his signature skull spray painted on the chest. This version had no special tricks like electric palms or anything, it was just a shell with barely anything but the basic stuff in it, But I figured he'd prefer it that way. The mask looked like what Crossbones wore in Civil War, the only difference is it is made of Adamantine and not the plastic stuff that it looked like.
After the armor there were a few pumpkin bombs that simply exploded and that was about it. I figured he already had more weapons than an armory on him before I gave him the extra stuff. Might as well give the other guys a miniscule chance.
"The armor is nearly indestructible, nothing short of a tank round can penetrate it and even then, all it would do is give you a bruise. The mask will filter any gas based attacks they will use against you and the pumpkin bombs are literally nothing more than fancy grenades. Press the button and throw." I say as I explain the armor and its properties to him "Sorry for the symbol, I would have made it look nicer, but I didn't have much time. Anyway, you will barge in through the front doors and get everyone's attention; I don't care how as long as the building stays standing afterwards. I will sneak in through a window while they are focused on you and rescue the girls and get them to safety. Once they are safe, I will send you a transmission through the helmet and you can blow them to hell if you want to."
Putting the armor on, he just grins. This armor is probably opening tons of ideas for him.
"I can keep the armor?"
"Think of it as an early Christmas gift."
"The Pumpkin Bombs?"
"One time deal, use them up and you will have to go back to regular boring grenades."
"Deal."
"Let's go have some fun." I say to the grinning Ex-Marine.
"Gladly." He says before jumping from the roof to the ground. At least the armor will protect him from the drop or I would have to call in Daredevil or Spider-man.
Not that their help won't be appreciated, but Castle is easier to manipulate into doing what I want. That and Murdock won't leave Hell's Kitchen and Pete isn't experienced enough.
Hearing an explosion, I just grin. Looks like he's having fun.
Time to get those girls.
/
Sneaking through the hallways, I duck behind some crates as two guards run to the entrance of the warehouse, I think I heard one of them muttering about "Damned supers".
There… an elevator.
Quickly sneaking over, dodging another guard in the process, I pry the doors open and drop in.
I have no idea if I am going the right way or not, with my sensors screwed up, I can't tell much of anything, but if I'm right I should be close to the girls.
Opening up the door to the underground level, I quickly move out of the way of two… are they scientists?
The hell?
The room I am in now was filthy and smelled of rotting flesh, urine, and a lot of other unpleasant things. Thank God my suit is protecting me from the entirety of it.
Jumping up into the rafters, I am quick to follow them to another room that held dozens of tanks that looked very similar to what held Luke in the Revenge of the Sith. Except the liquid inside wasn't clear but green instead. Inside the tanks was each of the girls who had gone missing.
Their nude forms were each… mutated is the only word I can actually say that would describe it accurately. Some of them were mutated differently however, each in ways that reminded me of various animals or something…
One girl with blonde hair had what looked like Spider legs growing from her back and her jaw looked like it could split into mandibles if she wanted to. One girl looked like the stereotypical warewolves in movies, Wolf with human features. One looked like she had scales instead of skin, a tail, and a snout with razor sharp teeth, almost like the lizard.
Each one was like this, each one was fused or changed in some way to represent certain animals, and it was honestly terrifying that someone would do this.
Tapping my com, I call in the cavalry.
"Web head, you there?"
"Yeah, what's up?"
"Warehouse district, warehouse 37. Get Daredevil and get here now. I've found the girls, but… you need to see this to understand." Issuing a command, I activate a live camera feed in what I am seeing so Pete can see it in his mask.
"Holy shit…"
"I know Spidey. Someone is doing this and we need to fix it."
"I'll grab Daredevil." He finally says.
"Be warned, Punisher is acting as my distraction for me to get in here. There should be an open window on the East side of the building that you can both sneak through." I say.
"Gotcha." He says before signing off. For once, he wasn't cracking jokes.
Looking back at the two scientists, I am surprised to see that one of the scientists looks… different.
He was wearing the regular white coat, but in the dim lighting, I almost missed the metallic glint on his hands and the red coloring on his legs. It almost looks like he is wearing armor of some sort. Not exactly on par with Iron man, but more like a slightly more skintight version of my own suit.
"You can come out now Goblin. I know you are there."
Jumping out of the way of an energy blast from the armored scientist, I land on the floor in the middle of all the tanks.
"Who are you?" I ask him. Hey, he may end up being chatty?
"Name?" he laughed." I have evolved beyond my human name. I am only known as the High-Evolutionary."
And with that, all hell broke loose.