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DCU: Blacklist
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Chapter 6 - Saviour of Frost and Flame
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Hello there,
If you enjoy my stories you can read advanced chapters in my patreon page
Commander Shepard, The Greatest to Ever Live, a Mass Effect story where Shepard is greater than ever,
Geek's Guide to Thriving in a Low End Fantasy World a Robert Baratheon OC SI in an AU,
Her Eternal Excellency, a Genshin Impact and ASOIAF crossover, Raiden Ei Reborn as Argella Durrandon,
and DCU:Blacklist, a Raymond Reddington inspired OC SI using his knowledge for his own advantage, as well as the rest of the world
All stories are five chapters ahead.
Thank you in advance.
Gotham
Meeting Nora Fries has been an experience to say the least.
Sweet, kind, caring and sincere, it was no surprise Victor would go so far for her.
"Victor told me he will be working for you now?"
"Yes, your husband has an extremely keen mind for medicine, as well as cryotechnology. I intend to have him work on treatments for incurable diseases as well as cancer, and use his technology to combat climate change" While they weren't very lucrative businesses, they would earn him something far more valuable.
Reputation.
"Speaking of, when will I start working?" Victor asked, not out of a desire to work, but to spend more time with his wife.
"It will take some time I am afraid, I have yet to set up a company. I will inform you as soon as possible" He would need to find a person capable of building a company from the ground first, of course.
"Yes, understood" Victor nodded, leaning closer to his wife.
"Now, while I would love to stay and chat, I have an appointment in Metropolis" It was best to give the lovebirds some space and time.
"Thank you again, Mr. Beckett. I can't tell you how grateful I am" Nora thanked, and the couple saw him off.
"Don't mention it Mrs.Nora. I am just glad to be of assistance"
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Metropolis
Superman, it turns out, already busted the Project Firestorm, and Claire was in the wind. He had no idea how to find her, other than she would be robbing a yacht club, but he wagered her fencer, Donnie, would be easier to locate, provided she had already contacted him.
Before that though, steps would have to be taken to deal with Agent Kurt, permanently. Fortunately, he was on the FBI's wanted list.
He found an abandoned warehouse, wrote down the address, and bought a burner phone.
Finding Donnie was simple, just a small payment was enough for the location.
"Welcome to Donnie's Antique Store, how can I help you?" Blond, laidback man said, leaning back on his chair.
"Does the name Volcana or Claire Selton mean anything to you, Donnie?" Miles asked, moving to sit on the empty chair.
From the way his smile fell, Miles could say it did.
"Look" he began, clearly intent on denying.
Miles ignored him and dropped twenty thousand dollars on his desk.
"I am aware she is set on robbing a yacht club, and I am also aware nautical memorabilia is hard to sell on the market. So why don't you make things profitable yourself, and tell me where she is?" Miles said, dropping another twenty grand on the table.
"Let me write down the address" The fencer took a pen and paper, writing down the address of Volcana's target. He knew that rich people who could drop money like that only did first before resorting to more painful means.
He had enough scars to know it wasn't worth it.
"Good. Now some renegade government agents after Volcana will be here to threaten you. I want you to give them this address for your own sake"
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Miles sat on a bench, waiting for the fiery woman to arrive, and enjoying the scenery. It wasn't long before a woman covering herself was walking towards the yacht and Miles moved.
"Miss Claire" He called out, stopping the woman in her tracks.
"Who?" She said, playing the fool, lowering her sunglasses just a bit to take a clear look at him.
"Perhaps you would prefer Volcana?" She twitched, assuming he was a government agent sent after her.
"What do you want?" She turned, pulling her hands out of her pockets, ready to torch him no doubt.
"Miles Beckett, I am here with a job offer you" He said, ignoring her hostile attitude.
"A job offer?" She asked confused.
"Yes, much more lucrative than robbing memorabilia, I mean you would be hard pressed to find a buyer for nautical items, much less one willing to obtain them illegally" Mention of her heist plan threw her off her game.
"You know?" She took on an even more guarded stance now, ready to fight or flight.
"Knowing things is my business, now, are you interested in hearing my offer or not?"
"Why should I trust you?" She had no reason to trust anyone after all.
"Here is one million reasons for you" Miles opened the briefcase, showing her the Benjamins.
"What offer?" She asked, stopping a moment to check if they were real and reached out for the case. Miles handed it to her without a fight.
To her, someone willing to give this much money like that was worth hearing.
"Perhaps we should speak in a less conspicuous place over lunch? My treat"
"Lead the way, rich boy" She said, one hand holding the briefcase, the other ready to attack should it be necessary.
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Sitting in a small restaurant watching over the abandoned warehouse, Miles ordered half the menu and as the table was slowly filled, he took out his phone.
"Hello? I am calling regarding Kurt Baker, the one in your wanted list. I just heard him and his associates talking about capturing someone in the abandoned warehouse down the Founders Street near the docks. Yes, I am sure it was him, he had an eyepatch and one of the men called him by name. You're welcome" Miles ended the call, broke the phone in half, removed the battery and crushed the card.
"You know Kurt, where is that bastard?!" Volcana rose from her chair with a vengeance, a second away from bursting into flames.
"Kurt will be arrested by the FBI very soon, you don't need to bother yourself about him any longer"
"I want him dead" she hissed, her hands steaming.
"Kurt Baker was the head of a government sanctioned black ops project which failed monumentally, and if he talks a lot of high ranking officials will be in a heap of trouble. I can assure you, Kurt will be dead before he appears in front of a judge" Miles said with such conviction Volcana slowly sat down.
"You should try the lobster and enjoy the show"
Three cars approached the warehouse soon, all black and nondescript, and men wearing fire retardant suits immediately rushed out, along with Kurt who was waiting outside.
Right on time, FBI vehicles rushed down both sides of the street, intent on cutting the renegade agent off. Hessler tried to find a way out, but nothing sort of running on foot would save him, and so he started running.
The FBI surrounded the area really quickly, and seeing as they were outnumbered and outgunned, Kurt's men surrendered.
Two agents rushed after Kurt while the rest cuffed the prisoners, and moved inside the warehouse to check it out, coming out with the team sent to capture Volcana.
Kurt wasn't in top shape it seemed as the agents who went after him dragged the one eyed man to the car.
All in all, the FBI was very efficient and the agents were gone before anyone understood what happened.
"I wanted to kill him myself" Volcana muttered, taking a scoop of the oysters.
"Only thing that would achieve is you would be landing in prison and handing yourself to someone worse than Kurt" After all, people like Amanda Waller existed in this world.
"You think they can stop me?" She scoffed with a challenging tone.
"FBI? No, but Superman? He could swim in the sun and come out without so much as a single hair strand singed, you would stand no chance against him" Miles shook his head, and Volcana stood down, knowing it was true.
"Yet he didn't even come for them" The red headed would be villainess said.
"He isn't in the solar system right now" Miles mentioned off handedly, finishing his lobster.
"How do you know that?"
"Operating covertly when there is a man who can hear everything going around the city would have been impossible. So I gave him some valuable information and he is out there in a different star system, seeking the last remnants of his kind" Miles wiped his hands and mouth, satisfied with his food.
"You know Superman?" She sounded sceptical, knowing how secretive the Man of Steel was.
"We are friends, I even have him on speed dial" Miles said, calling the waiter for the check.
"So what is your offer exactly?" Matter of Superman was left aside in favour of money.
"I am in the dangerous business of information and I require protection. Specifically someone with powers who could take down large groups of armed personnel as well as other powered individuals" Miles explained himself, tipping the tired waitress generously enough for her eyes to widen.
He knew how hard it could be for college students like her.
"A bodyguard huh?" Volcana said. She could be a bodyguard.
"Indeed. I mean think about it, you could go and rob a bank right now, but Superman would send you to jail before you can spend even a single dollar of your ill gotten fortune. Alternatively, you can work for me and earn more money than you know what to do with" Miles made his pitch. It was actually something he considered before finding himself in Gotham, as to why the villains did not just use their powers or intelligence to earn money the legal way rather than try to rob a bank.
Besides the usual lack of opportunities the majority of the people faced, it also had to do with the lack of common sense in comic books and cartoons.
"How much are you offering?" If the amount he already handed her was anything to go by, the man certainly didn't lack money.
"One million dollars a year, with another million as a bonus depending on your performance" It might sound excessive, but Miles fully intended to make use of her abilities.
"Does the briefcase you give me count?" Volcana hoped not.
"As I said, that was just for you to hear my offer. If you agree I will give you another as your first paycheck"
"Damn, you must be rich to hand out that much money" She whistled, impressed.
"Rich enough. So what do you say, Volcana, or should I call you Claire?" Miles held out his hand.
"Either is fine, boss" She took it.
"Wonderfull, now let's head to the bank"
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Waiting for his number to light up was annoying, but Claire didn't have a bank account, in fact, she didn't have an ID, so here he sat on the comfy chair the bank had with Volcana next to him, reading a magazine.
"Everybody on the ground now!" A voice shouted from the door as three armed men in ski masks entered the bank, carrying heavy weaponry. One of them slammed the stock of his LMG on the guard's face and took his gun, and chaos erupted.
Everyone but Miles and Volcana screamed and laid themselves on the ground, trembling with fear clear in their eyes. But they also had hope that Superman would come and save them.
If only he wasn't in a whole different star system.
"You have got to be kidding me" Miles put his hands over his eyes, sighing.
Bank robberies, the bread and butter of the villains and in his opinion one of the least profitable businesses out there, as most ended up in jail without spending a single dollar.
"I said get on the ground, do you think I am joking?!" one of the robbers shouted, pointing his gun at Miles.
"Don't kill them" He told and watched as his new bodyguard blasted the attacker with an exploding fireball, sending him crashing to the wall and turned her attention to the two other attackers and was faster on the draw, blasting both with fireballs as well.
Amateurs.
He got up and nudged the weapons away from the criminals with his foot, while the occupants of the room got up slowly and began to cheer for their savior, some even taking photos.
"Congratulations, you are a hero now"
Volcana looked like a fish out of water.
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Fortunately, it wasn't all bad, as the bank and the people in line agreed to let him go first as a gesture of their gratitude to the woman they perceived as a hero.
He withdrew the money, and left, just in time for cops to come and take the criminals away.
"I didn't expect you to be a softy" She commented, examining the money. Not to count it, but to marvel at the amount she held in her hands.
"Softy?" He gave her a side eyed glance.
"Yes, isn't that why you didn't want me to kill them?" Volcana asked, puzzled. If he was friends with Superman, the biggest softy of all, he should be one too.
"My dear, here is a piece of advice for you, free of charge. Burning three people alive, armed or not, in broad daylight with a room full of witnesses and cameras is a terrible idea" He said with a straight tone.
God, did people in this world lack common sense.
"Wouldn't it be self-defense?" She asked, realizing he was right. No need to go to jail when she just earned two million dollars.
"It would be, I suppose, but Superman and the rest of the Justice League frowns upon killing, and that would land me in trouble with them" Miles said. He had no trouble killing someone for crossing him, but in a world with a detective like Batman, mind readers, objects that could make you confess the truth, people conversing with the spirits of the dead, and a myriad of superpowers that could expose him killing someone existed, it wouldn't be worth it.
Didn't mean he couldn't send them to the Phantom Zone, or lock them up somewhere with no possibility of escape.
"You just don't want your friends to hate you" She said with a mocking tone.
"Those friends are necessary to stop this world from becoming a toy in the hands of cosmic monsters and dark gods, so yes" He could trade barbs with her, but no need to break the fragile trust she had.
"No killing then?" she said after a couple of minutes, stunned at his proclamation.
"Don't worry, dangerous individuals will die, but not by our hand" He said, calling a cab.
"Whose?" Was he just going to use other people for his dirt work and absolve himself off the crime?
"Governments of course"
"Government? I wouldn't trust the government for anything" They had taken her life away, stuck her in a room where she was trained to be a living weapon everyday. If he was working for them, millions or not she would kill him.
"Neither do I trust a government whose president I didn't personally put on the White House" He gave her a look that told Volcana she wasn't as scary as she thought.
"Go on" She actually was intrigued by his words.
"Simple really, we won't kill, not unless it is unavoidable, but we will change the laws to ensure dangerous individuals like Joker or Lex Luthor will face the death penalty for the sake of public safety. We get to keep our hands clean, and they will still die, but it will take time to put my own men in the positions of power necessary to change the justice system so fundamentally "
It was a long but doable plan, a president who would see things his way in the White House, as a friend of his.
"You don't do small, do you?" She snorted, almost bursting to laughter.
"No, I don't"
They got on the cab, driving to a hotel.
If you enjoy my stories you can read advanced chapters in my patreon page
Commander Shepard, The Greatest to Ever Live, a Mass Effect story where Shepard is greater than ever,
Geek's Guide to Thriving in a Low End Fantasy World a Robert Baratheon OC SI in an AU,
Her Eternal Excellency, a Genshin Impact and ASOIAF crossover, Raiden Ei Reborn as Argella Durrandon,
and DCU:Blacklist, a Raymond Reddington inspired OC SI using his knowledge for his own advantage, as well as the rest of the world
All stories are five chapters ahead.
Thank you in advance.
Gotham
Meeting Nora Fries has been an experience to say the least.
Sweet, kind, caring and sincere, it was no surprise Victor would go so far for her.
"Victor told me he will be working for you now?"
"Yes, your husband has an extremely keen mind for medicine, as well as cryotechnology. I intend to have him work on treatments for incurable diseases as well as cancer, and use his technology to combat climate change" While they weren't very lucrative businesses, they would earn him something far more valuable.
Reputation.
"Speaking of, when will I start working?" Victor asked, not out of a desire to work, but to spend more time with his wife.
"It will take some time I am afraid, I have yet to set up a company. I will inform you as soon as possible" He would need to find a person capable of building a company from the ground first, of course.
"Yes, understood" Victor nodded, leaning closer to his wife.
"Now, while I would love to stay and chat, I have an appointment in Metropolis" It was best to give the lovebirds some space and time.
"Thank you again, Mr. Beckett. I can't tell you how grateful I am" Nora thanked, and the couple saw him off.
"Don't mention it Mrs.Nora. I am just glad to be of assistance"
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Metropolis
Superman, it turns out, already busted the Project Firestorm, and Claire was in the wind. He had no idea how to find her, other than she would be robbing a yacht club, but he wagered her fencer, Donnie, would be easier to locate, provided she had already contacted him.
Before that though, steps would have to be taken to deal with Agent Kurt, permanently. Fortunately, he was on the FBI's wanted list.
He found an abandoned warehouse, wrote down the address, and bought a burner phone.
Finding Donnie was simple, just a small payment was enough for the location.
"Welcome to Donnie's Antique Store, how can I help you?" Blond, laidback man said, leaning back on his chair.
"Does the name Volcana or Claire Selton mean anything to you, Donnie?" Miles asked, moving to sit on the empty chair.
From the way his smile fell, Miles could say it did.
"Look" he began, clearly intent on denying.
Miles ignored him and dropped twenty thousand dollars on his desk.
"I am aware she is set on robbing a yacht club, and I am also aware nautical memorabilia is hard to sell on the market. So why don't you make things profitable yourself, and tell me where she is?" Miles said, dropping another twenty grand on the table.
"Let me write down the address" The fencer took a pen and paper, writing down the address of Volcana's target. He knew that rich people who could drop money like that only did first before resorting to more painful means.
He had enough scars to know it wasn't worth it.
"Good. Now some renegade government agents after Volcana will be here to threaten you. I want you to give them this address for your own sake"
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Miles sat on a bench, waiting for the fiery woman to arrive, and enjoying the scenery. It wasn't long before a woman covering herself was walking towards the yacht and Miles moved.
"Miss Claire" He called out, stopping the woman in her tracks.
"Who?" She said, playing the fool, lowering her sunglasses just a bit to take a clear look at him.
"Perhaps you would prefer Volcana?" She twitched, assuming he was a government agent sent after her.
"What do you want?" She turned, pulling her hands out of her pockets, ready to torch him no doubt.
"Miles Beckett, I am here with a job offer you" He said, ignoring her hostile attitude.
"A job offer?" She asked confused.
"Yes, much more lucrative than robbing memorabilia, I mean you would be hard pressed to find a buyer for nautical items, much less one willing to obtain them illegally" Mention of her heist plan threw her off her game.
"You know?" She took on an even more guarded stance now, ready to fight or flight.
"Knowing things is my business, now, are you interested in hearing my offer or not?"
"Why should I trust you?" She had no reason to trust anyone after all.
"Here is one million reasons for you" Miles opened the briefcase, showing her the Benjamins.
"What offer?" She asked, stopping a moment to check if they were real and reached out for the case. Miles handed it to her without a fight.
To her, someone willing to give this much money like that was worth hearing.
"Perhaps we should speak in a less conspicuous place over lunch? My treat"
"Lead the way, rich boy" She said, one hand holding the briefcase, the other ready to attack should it be necessary.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Sitting in a small restaurant watching over the abandoned warehouse, Miles ordered half the menu and as the table was slowly filled, he took out his phone.
"Hello? I am calling regarding Kurt Baker, the one in your wanted list. I just heard him and his associates talking about capturing someone in the abandoned warehouse down the Founders Street near the docks. Yes, I am sure it was him, he had an eyepatch and one of the men called him by name. You're welcome" Miles ended the call, broke the phone in half, removed the battery and crushed the card.
"You know Kurt, where is that bastard?!" Volcana rose from her chair with a vengeance, a second away from bursting into flames.
"Kurt will be arrested by the FBI very soon, you don't need to bother yourself about him any longer"
"I want him dead" she hissed, her hands steaming.
"Kurt Baker was the head of a government sanctioned black ops project which failed monumentally, and if he talks a lot of high ranking officials will be in a heap of trouble. I can assure you, Kurt will be dead before he appears in front of a judge" Miles said with such conviction Volcana slowly sat down.
"You should try the lobster and enjoy the show"
Three cars approached the warehouse soon, all black and nondescript, and men wearing fire retardant suits immediately rushed out, along with Kurt who was waiting outside.
Right on time, FBI vehicles rushed down both sides of the street, intent on cutting the renegade agent off. Hessler tried to find a way out, but nothing sort of running on foot would save him, and so he started running.
The FBI surrounded the area really quickly, and seeing as they were outnumbered and outgunned, Kurt's men surrendered.
Two agents rushed after Kurt while the rest cuffed the prisoners, and moved inside the warehouse to check it out, coming out with the team sent to capture Volcana.
Kurt wasn't in top shape it seemed as the agents who went after him dragged the one eyed man to the car.
All in all, the FBI was very efficient and the agents were gone before anyone understood what happened.
"I wanted to kill him myself" Volcana muttered, taking a scoop of the oysters.
"Only thing that would achieve is you would be landing in prison and handing yourself to someone worse than Kurt" After all, people like Amanda Waller existed in this world.
"You think they can stop me?" She scoffed with a challenging tone.
"FBI? No, but Superman? He could swim in the sun and come out without so much as a single hair strand singed, you would stand no chance against him" Miles shook his head, and Volcana stood down, knowing it was true.
"Yet he didn't even come for them" The red headed would be villainess said.
"He isn't in the solar system right now" Miles mentioned off handedly, finishing his lobster.
"How do you know that?"
"Operating covertly when there is a man who can hear everything going around the city would have been impossible. So I gave him some valuable information and he is out there in a different star system, seeking the last remnants of his kind" Miles wiped his hands and mouth, satisfied with his food.
"You know Superman?" She sounded sceptical, knowing how secretive the Man of Steel was.
"We are friends, I even have him on speed dial" Miles said, calling the waiter for the check.
"So what is your offer exactly?" Matter of Superman was left aside in favour of money.
"I am in the dangerous business of information and I require protection. Specifically someone with powers who could take down large groups of armed personnel as well as other powered individuals" Miles explained himself, tipping the tired waitress generously enough for her eyes to widen.
He knew how hard it could be for college students like her.
"A bodyguard huh?" Volcana said. She could be a bodyguard.
"Indeed. I mean think about it, you could go and rob a bank right now, but Superman would send you to jail before you can spend even a single dollar of your ill gotten fortune. Alternatively, you can work for me and earn more money than you know what to do with" Miles made his pitch. It was actually something he considered before finding himself in Gotham, as to why the villains did not just use their powers or intelligence to earn money the legal way rather than try to rob a bank.
Besides the usual lack of opportunities the majority of the people faced, it also had to do with the lack of common sense in comic books and cartoons.
"How much are you offering?" If the amount he already handed her was anything to go by, the man certainly didn't lack money.
"One million dollars a year, with another million as a bonus depending on your performance" It might sound excessive, but Miles fully intended to make use of her abilities.
"Does the briefcase you give me count?" Volcana hoped not.
"As I said, that was just for you to hear my offer. If you agree I will give you another as your first paycheck"
"Damn, you must be rich to hand out that much money" She whistled, impressed.
"Rich enough. So what do you say, Volcana, or should I call you Claire?" Miles held out his hand.
"Either is fine, boss" She took it.
"Wonderfull, now let's head to the bank"
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Waiting for his number to light up was annoying, but Claire didn't have a bank account, in fact, she didn't have an ID, so here he sat on the comfy chair the bank had with Volcana next to him, reading a magazine.
"Everybody on the ground now!" A voice shouted from the door as three armed men in ski masks entered the bank, carrying heavy weaponry. One of them slammed the stock of his LMG on the guard's face and took his gun, and chaos erupted.
Everyone but Miles and Volcana screamed and laid themselves on the ground, trembling with fear clear in their eyes. But they also had hope that Superman would come and save them.
If only he wasn't in a whole different star system.
"You have got to be kidding me" Miles put his hands over his eyes, sighing.
Bank robberies, the bread and butter of the villains and in his opinion one of the least profitable businesses out there, as most ended up in jail without spending a single dollar.
"I said get on the ground, do you think I am joking?!" one of the robbers shouted, pointing his gun at Miles.
"Don't kill them" He told and watched as his new bodyguard blasted the attacker with an exploding fireball, sending him crashing to the wall and turned her attention to the two other attackers and was faster on the draw, blasting both with fireballs as well.
Amateurs.
He got up and nudged the weapons away from the criminals with his foot, while the occupants of the room got up slowly and began to cheer for their savior, some even taking photos.
"Congratulations, you are a hero now"
Volcana looked like a fish out of water.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Fortunately, it wasn't all bad, as the bank and the people in line agreed to let him go first as a gesture of their gratitude to the woman they perceived as a hero.
He withdrew the money, and left, just in time for cops to come and take the criminals away.
"I didn't expect you to be a softy" She commented, examining the money. Not to count it, but to marvel at the amount she held in her hands.
"Softy?" He gave her a side eyed glance.
"Yes, isn't that why you didn't want me to kill them?" Volcana asked, puzzled. If he was friends with Superman, the biggest softy of all, he should be one too.
"My dear, here is a piece of advice for you, free of charge. Burning three people alive, armed or not, in broad daylight with a room full of witnesses and cameras is a terrible idea" He said with a straight tone.
God, did people in this world lack common sense.
"Wouldn't it be self-defense?" She asked, realizing he was right. No need to go to jail when she just earned two million dollars.
"It would be, I suppose, but Superman and the rest of the Justice League frowns upon killing, and that would land me in trouble with them" Miles said. He had no trouble killing someone for crossing him, but in a world with a detective like Batman, mind readers, objects that could make you confess the truth, people conversing with the spirits of the dead, and a myriad of superpowers that could expose him killing someone existed, it wouldn't be worth it.
Didn't mean he couldn't send them to the Phantom Zone, or lock them up somewhere with no possibility of escape.
"You just don't want your friends to hate you" She said with a mocking tone.
"Those friends are necessary to stop this world from becoming a toy in the hands of cosmic monsters and dark gods, so yes" He could trade barbs with her, but no need to break the fragile trust she had.
"No killing then?" she said after a couple of minutes, stunned at his proclamation.
"Don't worry, dangerous individuals will die, but not by our hand" He said, calling a cab.
"Whose?" Was he just going to use other people for his dirt work and absolve himself off the crime?
"Governments of course"
"Government? I wouldn't trust the government for anything" They had taken her life away, stuck her in a room where she was trained to be a living weapon everyday. If he was working for them, millions or not she would kill him.
"Neither do I trust a government whose president I didn't personally put on the White House" He gave her a look that told Volcana she wasn't as scary as she thought.
"Go on" She actually was intrigued by his words.
"Simple really, we won't kill, not unless it is unavoidable, but we will change the laws to ensure dangerous individuals like Joker or Lex Luthor will face the death penalty for the sake of public safety. We get to keep our hands clean, and they will still die, but it will take time to put my own men in the positions of power necessary to change the justice system so fundamentally "
It was a long but doable plan, a president who would see things his way in the White House, as a friend of his.
"You don't do small, do you?" She snorted, almost bursting to laughter.
"No, I don't"
They got on the cab, driving to a hotel.
Supplemental - Observation Log
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" My research, in the short time I have been in this world so far, showed me that the timeline in this world is a mess.
There is no Supergirl, and Superman hasn't met Darkseid yet, but Queen Maxima did apparently pay a visit to Earth to find a mate several weeks before the founding of the Justice League.
There was no intergang attack on Metropolis Gold Exchange, but Mr. Mxyzptlk did appear to torment Superman for his own amusement.
Which makes me curious what the Dark God of Apokalyps is doing, since he has yet to set his sights on Earth.
So this world, as far as I figured out, was a fusion of the Superman: The Animated Series and the Justice League cartoon.
This makes me question the accuracy of my knowledge, but Joe Chill was a spot on, and the events of the Justice League seem to be progressing as expected.
I claimed to be an information broker, because I honestly had no idea how to tell living, breathing, real people that they were merely cartoons in my world, meant to amuse the masses for profit.
How would one react to this? With disbelief? or perhaps anger? maybe they won't even be able to comprehend my words due to some meta effect?
Nonetheless I will build an information network, as the events of the future are bound to change due to my intervention.
For now, acquiring capital is my first order of business, after I find a bodyguard. Fortunately, Superman has yet to meet Volcana again, and her pyrokinetic abilities would be perfect"
There is no Supergirl, and Superman hasn't met Darkseid yet, but Queen Maxima did apparently pay a visit to Earth to find a mate several weeks before the founding of the Justice League.
There was no intergang attack on Metropolis Gold Exchange, but Mr. Mxyzptlk did appear to torment Superman for his own amusement.
Which makes me curious what the Dark God of Apokalyps is doing, since he has yet to set his sights on Earth.
So this world, as far as I figured out, was a fusion of the Superman: The Animated Series and the Justice League cartoon.
This makes me question the accuracy of my knowledge, but Joe Chill was a spot on, and the events of the Justice League seem to be progressing as expected.
I claimed to be an information broker, because I honestly had no idea how to tell living, breathing, real people that they were merely cartoons in my world, meant to amuse the masses for profit.
How would one react to this? With disbelief? or perhaps anger? maybe they won't even be able to comprehend my words due to some meta effect?
Nonetheless I will build an information network, as the events of the future are bound to change due to my intervention.
For now, acquiring capital is my first order of business, after I find a bodyguard. Fortunately, Superman has yet to meet Volcana again, and her pyrokinetic abilities would be perfect"
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Harder said than done. Batman has probably done a lot to prevent government corruption, especially whatwith the light keeping Joker alive for some inane reason, and he couldn't make a dent. That's not even due to his own bias of killing, he still treats police personnel, self defence murderers, soldiers, etc the same despite them killing. He just legitimately cannot combat them politically due to their power and well hidden operations.
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MC needs to get some mind and soul protection
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Volcana no time no see since Superman animated series.
Saving Nora and Claire aka Volcana,which she was underutilized character on the Superman series, guessing now with miles in the mix she's to be a Reserve JL leaguer and legal revenge on people who made her by miles statements with worse punishment than death, probably a few deaths.
But we're not keeping count are now. mind and soul protection are needed .
Continue on
Cheers!
Saving Nora and Claire aka Volcana,which she was underutilized character on the Superman series, guessing now with miles in the mix she's to be a Reserve JL leaguer and legal revenge on people who made her by miles statements with worse punishment than death, probably a few deaths.
But we're not keeping count are now. mind and soul protection are needed .
Continue on
Cheers!
Chapter 7 - Oa
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Hello there,
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Commander Shepard, The Greatest to Ever Live, a Mass Effect story where Shepard is greater than ever,
Geek's Guide to Thriving in a Low End Fantasy World a Robert Baratheon OC SI in an AU,
Her Eternal Excellency, a Genshin Impact and ASOIAF crossover, Raiden Ei Reborn as Argella Durrandon,
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Metropolis
Metropolis Grand Hotel
Spacious, gleaming from floor to roof in marble and crystal chandeliers, with a staff sharp as glass, every single part of the hotel was made to leave a lasting impression.
"So, what is the plan now, boss?" Claire asked, enjoying the rather lavish breakfast that laid before the two, having slept in the comfiest bed of her life.
A woman could get used to this lifestyle.
"Just Miles if you would, boss doesn't feel like me at all" He replied without lifting his head from the newspaper.
"Fine, Miles. What's next?" She leaned back, watching the area from the private booth.
"We are going to get you proper identification first before it becomes an issue. After that, I have business in outer space, and you will be staying in Metropolis" Getting into the hotel without her ID required a bit of coercion and cash, which would only take a single honest to god man to be a problem.
"Business in space?" She asked, blinking, wondering what could the man possibly be doing in space.
"Yes, I am selling information for a rather hefty price, and I need to be there in person"
"To aliens? You are even better than I thought" She said, impressed.
"Thank you. Now, while I am otherwise indisposed, you are not to cause trouble. Spend some money, enjoy the hotel, I paid for two weeks in advance, but do not do anything that may draw attention to you unless your life is in danger. You already had enough media coverage due to the bank robbers"
"Understood, and you don't have to worry, I'll keep myself occupied in a shopping mall"
"Excellent. All goes well, I'll be back with enough wealth to start my ventures"
"About that, how much are you expecting to earn from this?" She had no frame of reference for what information would be worth to aliens.
"A bit over a trillion dollars worth of gold, and some favours" Gordonians and the Citadel had to be eliminated, and he knew just the means to do it. Coincidentally, he was sure Thanagarians would be amenable to share their technology if he destroyed their enemies, or he could just blackmail them. Either option worked for him.
Claire almost shouted at hearing the amount, but a look from Miles stopped her.
"I can understand your enthusiasm, but there is no need for the entire hotel to hear it" He said with his ever calm tone.
"Sorry" She apologized, having almost lost control.
"It is fine, however do keep the matter quiet, the last thing I need is the IRS to come knocking on my door" He didn't want to draw the attention of the federal government, not while he wasn't powerful enough.
"You know, you just hired me but seem to be too trusting, don't you think?" She trusted the authenticity of the money, but humans were another issue.
"Claire, I believe dealing in honesty is a good way to earn a person's loyalty, but in the event you betray me, well, I am not one to suffer traitors, not for long" Miles stopped reading, his tone low and steady.
"Message received. What about after you return?" Claire could understand where he was coming from, having been betrayed by her parents, the institute and the Project Firestorm herself.
"I will need an individual who can build a company from scratch and we will move on from there"
"Here, I believe this column will have your interest" He handed her the newspaper and leaned back.
Suspicious Death of a Renegade Agent Under FBI Custody
Kurt Baker, a former government agent accused of treason who had been arrested yesterday following a successful operation by the FBI, has been found dead in his cell. Investigations are underway, but for now the cause of death is unknown. However, questions arose as to whether former Agent Baker had been silenced by the government….
"Huh, I still wanted to kill him myself" Claire said, feeling strangely unsatisfied. She thought with Kurt's death there would be a sense of relief, of freedom, but she didn't really feel anything besides emptiness.
"My dear, if it wasn't for the unwritten rules of the Justice League, I would have been all too happy to hand him over to you for due revenge, alas, you will have to make do with this" Miles didn't have an issue with killing people, but the League did.
"As long as he is dead, I suppose" She handed the newspaper back.
The jolly ringtone of his phone stopped Miles from getting back to reading.
"Yes? Good morning. I am glad to hear that, how is she? Good, let me know if you require any help with her, teenagers can be handful, even ones from a more advanced society. You're welcome" he said, ending the call.
"Who was that?" The last part of the call was strange enough for her to ask.
"The boy scout, apparently he found himself a surrogate cousin" Miles didn't want to openly say Superman, not even in a private booth like that.
"Really? So another hero like him flying around, saving kittens from trees?" Claire said, not meaning anything insulting by it.
"This one is a teenager with the trauma of losing her entire race stuck in a more primitive society" Supergirl would make her debut as a hero soon anyway.
"That sucks" What else could she say? What she had gone through was bad, but that? Claire couldn't imagine how bad it would be.
"Indeed" He nodded, finishing his orange juice.
"Now, as you are already in the system, it should be a simple matter to get a new ID card issued to you" He put down his empty glass, and called for the check.
"I am ready when you are"
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Claire Selton filled the forms necessary for a new ID card, paid the fee and they headed back to the hotel. They saw Superman on the way back, as the Man of Tomorrow was busy saving civilians from a fire.
"Do you happen to know how to drive?" He didn't want to hire a chauffeur and increase the number of people he would have to explain his business to.
"Project Firestorm didn't really have any extracurricular activities" Claire said, just remembering those days took her back to the small room she was locked in whenever they didn't run tests or trained her till her bones cracked.
"You will have to learn until we have a faster method of travel"
"Like what?"
"Teleportation if possible, or portals" Thanagar did have teleporters in this continuity, it shouldn't be hard to acquire the technology.
"I thought you meant something like a private jet" Then again, she should have expected it, as Miles didn't do small.
"Justice League has Javelins, which are space capable crafts traveling well beyond the speed of any private jet"
"Spaceships huh?" Figures that the Super Friends League would have advanced toys like that.
"A step in that direction more like"
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After returning to the hotel Miles called Green Lantern to inform him he was ready.
"Hello John, I just wanted to say I am available to meet the Guardians at their earliest convenience"
"Alright then, I'll give them a call and come pick you up" John said, as he had been waiting for this.
"Do tell them I am not giving the information for free this time" Miles said, reminding the Green Lantern of their previous conversation while on the way to Zamaron.
"Got it, I'll call you later"
"I'll be waiting"
Miles readied his briefcase of wonders, to bluff in case the Guardians decided this matter was too important to play ball, and waited. Not long after the call had ended John called him back.
"Man, you got the Guardians in a frenzy, they want to talk to you now, where are you?" John had never seen or heard the usually stoic and emotionless Guardians act like this.
"There is an abandoned warehouse down the Founders street on Metropolis docks, we can meet there " It was out of sight enough for them to meet without drawing attention.
"Be there in ten minutes, and you better be ready, we'll have to go really fast this time" John said, having received orders from the Guardians to make full speed to Oa.
"I am always ready"
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They took a taxi down to the docks, stopping near the cafe where they had lunch. They got off, while the driver waited for Claire to get back in.
"You sure you don't need me to come?" She couldn't let her precious source of money die.
"Claire, believe me if the Guardians decide to do anything to me, you would not be able to stop hundreds of Green Lanterns. You will stay back for now, it shouldn't take more than a day or two"
"How are you going to get out of there if you end up in trouble?"
"Don't worry, I have a plan"
Claire blinked.
He was going to get himself killed, wasn't he?
"Have it your way"
"Before I forget, go buy yourself a phone and call me" Miles handed her a card with his number on.
"Understood, I'll be waiting, and please don't get yourself killed out there. That would be a terrible look on my resume"
"I am reasonably sure nothing will go wrong, now off you go"
She nodded and got back on the taxi, heading to her spa appointment.
Miles walked to the entrance of the warehouse, spotting John leaning on a street lamp.
"John, there you are"
"Miles, gotta say you really kicked of a hornet's nest, the Guardians almost came here but I convinced them it wasn't worth the trouble"
"Seems I have their attention"
"Yeah, they also ordered me not to speak of this matter without explicit orders again. Real hush-hush"
"Let's not keep them waiting"
They moved to the alley and seconds later shot upwards to space, heading to Oa, Headquarters of the Green Lantern Corps.
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John was focused during the entire journey to Oa, moving way faster than last time the two of them had traveled together.
Miles didn't want to disturb the Lantern, and decided to recap his knowledge regarding the Guardians.
Having created the Green Lantern Corps with the sole purpose of bringing order to the galaxy, they all acted without emotion, only caring for the Lantern Corps as a whole, while Ganthet, the outlier, cared about individuals as well.
Chances are, they would use force to learn what Miles knew if they couldn't reach a deal.
Oa came into vision soon, a planet of white and blue, located at the center of the galaxy, with the extremely advanced technology of the Guardians and their beliefs making itself present on the planet.
The Guardian's city, with architecture so alien and skyscrapers taller than any on Earth doting the planet, was beyond the imagination of humanity. They entered the atmosphere at full speed, heading straight to the square where the Main Power Battery and the Guardians were.
John landed first, gently lowering the bubble to the ground and letting Miles out, who
Already, a group awaited them, Kilowog and the future leader of the Yellow Lantern Corps, Sinestro amongst several other aliens.
"So this is the human that warned us huh? He doesn't look like much" Kilowog, a towering alien with bulging muscles, a face remnant of a bulldog and a skin like a porcine, many considered the geneticist alien a brute with no intelligence, a fatal mistake on their part.
"Appearances can be deceiving Kilowog, you should know better than me" Miles rebutted, watching the alien nod in agreement.
"I am more curious about what you said that has the Guardians acting so out of the norm?" Thaal Sinestro, a tall Korugarian with a pencil moustache who looked extremely similar to a human with his red skin being the only difference, asked, watching Miles like a hawk.
"You couldn't meet my price Sinestro, best leave it to the Guardians" Miles said, while didn't have anything against Sinestro yet he definitely would if the alien came to Earth causing trouble.
Sinestro just turned his head to the right, watching the hundreds of Lanterns going and coming.
"Let's go in before the Guardians get impatient and come themselves" Kilowog said, leading them inside.
"Hey, don't piss them off" John called out in a joking manner.
"I'll try not to" He replied back.
He didn't come here to cause trouble after all.
If you enjoy my stories you can read advanced chapters in my patreon page
Commander Shepard, The Greatest to Ever Live, a Mass Effect story where Shepard is greater than ever,
Geek's Guide to Thriving in a Low End Fantasy World a Robert Baratheon OC SI in an AU,
Her Eternal Excellency, a Genshin Impact and ASOIAF crossover, Raiden Ei Reborn as Argella Durrandon,
and DCU:Blacklist, a Raymond Reddington inspired OC SI using his knowledge for his own advantage, as well as the rest of the world
All stories are five chapters ahead.
Thank you in advance.
Metropolis
Metropolis Grand Hotel
Spacious, gleaming from floor to roof in marble and crystal chandeliers, with a staff sharp as glass, every single part of the hotel was made to leave a lasting impression.
"So, what is the plan now, boss?" Claire asked, enjoying the rather lavish breakfast that laid before the two, having slept in the comfiest bed of her life.
A woman could get used to this lifestyle.
"Just Miles if you would, boss doesn't feel like me at all" He replied without lifting his head from the newspaper.
"Fine, Miles. What's next?" She leaned back, watching the area from the private booth.
"We are going to get you proper identification first before it becomes an issue. After that, I have business in outer space, and you will be staying in Metropolis" Getting into the hotel without her ID required a bit of coercion and cash, which would only take a single honest to god man to be a problem.
"Business in space?" She asked, blinking, wondering what could the man possibly be doing in space.
"Yes, I am selling information for a rather hefty price, and I need to be there in person"
"To aliens? You are even better than I thought" She said, impressed.
"Thank you. Now, while I am otherwise indisposed, you are not to cause trouble. Spend some money, enjoy the hotel, I paid for two weeks in advance, but do not do anything that may draw attention to you unless your life is in danger. You already had enough media coverage due to the bank robbers"
"Understood, and you don't have to worry, I'll keep myself occupied in a shopping mall"
"Excellent. All goes well, I'll be back with enough wealth to start my ventures"
"About that, how much are you expecting to earn from this?" She had no frame of reference for what information would be worth to aliens.
"A bit over a trillion dollars worth of gold, and some favours" Gordonians and the Citadel had to be eliminated, and he knew just the means to do it. Coincidentally, he was sure Thanagarians would be amenable to share their technology if he destroyed their enemies, or he could just blackmail them. Either option worked for him.
Claire almost shouted at hearing the amount, but a look from Miles stopped her.
"I can understand your enthusiasm, but there is no need for the entire hotel to hear it" He said with his ever calm tone.
"Sorry" She apologized, having almost lost control.
"It is fine, however do keep the matter quiet, the last thing I need is the IRS to come knocking on my door" He didn't want to draw the attention of the federal government, not while he wasn't powerful enough.
"You know, you just hired me but seem to be too trusting, don't you think?" She trusted the authenticity of the money, but humans were another issue.
"Claire, I believe dealing in honesty is a good way to earn a person's loyalty, but in the event you betray me, well, I am not one to suffer traitors, not for long" Miles stopped reading, his tone low and steady.
"Message received. What about after you return?" Claire could understand where he was coming from, having been betrayed by her parents, the institute and the Project Firestorm herself.
"I will need an individual who can build a company from scratch and we will move on from there"
"Here, I believe this column will have your interest" He handed her the newspaper and leaned back.
Suspicious Death of a Renegade Agent Under FBI Custody
Kurt Baker, a former government agent accused of treason who had been arrested yesterday following a successful operation by the FBI, has been found dead in his cell. Investigations are underway, but for now the cause of death is unknown. However, questions arose as to whether former Agent Baker had been silenced by the government….
"Huh, I still wanted to kill him myself" Claire said, feeling strangely unsatisfied. She thought with Kurt's death there would be a sense of relief, of freedom, but she didn't really feel anything besides emptiness.
"My dear, if it wasn't for the unwritten rules of the Justice League, I would have been all too happy to hand him over to you for due revenge, alas, you will have to make do with this" Miles didn't have an issue with killing people, but the League did.
"As long as he is dead, I suppose" She handed the newspaper back.
The jolly ringtone of his phone stopped Miles from getting back to reading.
"Yes? Good morning. I am glad to hear that, how is she? Good, let me know if you require any help with her, teenagers can be handful, even ones from a more advanced society. You're welcome" he said, ending the call.
"Who was that?" The last part of the call was strange enough for her to ask.
"The boy scout, apparently he found himself a surrogate cousin" Miles didn't want to openly say Superman, not even in a private booth like that.
"Really? So another hero like him flying around, saving kittens from trees?" Claire said, not meaning anything insulting by it.
"This one is a teenager with the trauma of losing her entire race stuck in a more primitive society" Supergirl would make her debut as a hero soon anyway.
"That sucks" What else could she say? What she had gone through was bad, but that? Claire couldn't imagine how bad it would be.
"Indeed" He nodded, finishing his orange juice.
"Now, as you are already in the system, it should be a simple matter to get a new ID card issued to you" He put down his empty glass, and called for the check.
"I am ready when you are"
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Claire Selton filled the forms necessary for a new ID card, paid the fee and they headed back to the hotel. They saw Superman on the way back, as the Man of Tomorrow was busy saving civilians from a fire.
"Do you happen to know how to drive?" He didn't want to hire a chauffeur and increase the number of people he would have to explain his business to.
"Project Firestorm didn't really have any extracurricular activities" Claire said, just remembering those days took her back to the small room she was locked in whenever they didn't run tests or trained her till her bones cracked.
"You will have to learn until we have a faster method of travel"
"Like what?"
"Teleportation if possible, or portals" Thanagar did have teleporters in this continuity, it shouldn't be hard to acquire the technology.
"I thought you meant something like a private jet" Then again, she should have expected it, as Miles didn't do small.
"Justice League has Javelins, which are space capable crafts traveling well beyond the speed of any private jet"
"Spaceships huh?" Figures that the Super Friends League would have advanced toys like that.
"A step in that direction more like"
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
After returning to the hotel Miles called Green Lantern to inform him he was ready.
"Hello John, I just wanted to say I am available to meet the Guardians at their earliest convenience"
"Alright then, I'll give them a call and come pick you up" John said, as he had been waiting for this.
"Do tell them I am not giving the information for free this time" Miles said, reminding the Green Lantern of their previous conversation while on the way to Zamaron.
"Got it, I'll call you later"
"I'll be waiting"
Miles readied his briefcase of wonders, to bluff in case the Guardians decided this matter was too important to play ball, and waited. Not long after the call had ended John called him back.
"Man, you got the Guardians in a frenzy, they want to talk to you now, where are you?" John had never seen or heard the usually stoic and emotionless Guardians act like this.
"There is an abandoned warehouse down the Founders street on Metropolis docks, we can meet there " It was out of sight enough for them to meet without drawing attention.
"Be there in ten minutes, and you better be ready, we'll have to go really fast this time" John said, having received orders from the Guardians to make full speed to Oa.
"I am always ready"
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They took a taxi down to the docks, stopping near the cafe where they had lunch. They got off, while the driver waited for Claire to get back in.
"You sure you don't need me to come?" She couldn't let her precious source of money die.
"Claire, believe me if the Guardians decide to do anything to me, you would not be able to stop hundreds of Green Lanterns. You will stay back for now, it shouldn't take more than a day or two"
"How are you going to get out of there if you end up in trouble?"
"Don't worry, I have a plan"
Claire blinked.
He was going to get himself killed, wasn't he?
"Have it your way"
"Before I forget, go buy yourself a phone and call me" Miles handed her a card with his number on.
"Understood, I'll be waiting, and please don't get yourself killed out there. That would be a terrible look on my resume"
"I am reasonably sure nothing will go wrong, now off you go"
She nodded and got back on the taxi, heading to her spa appointment.
Miles walked to the entrance of the warehouse, spotting John leaning on a street lamp.
"John, there you are"
"Miles, gotta say you really kicked of a hornet's nest, the Guardians almost came here but I convinced them it wasn't worth the trouble"
"Seems I have their attention"
"Yeah, they also ordered me not to speak of this matter without explicit orders again. Real hush-hush"
"Let's not keep them waiting"
They moved to the alley and seconds later shot upwards to space, heading to Oa, Headquarters of the Green Lantern Corps.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
John was focused during the entire journey to Oa, moving way faster than last time the two of them had traveled together.
Miles didn't want to disturb the Lantern, and decided to recap his knowledge regarding the Guardians.
Having created the Green Lantern Corps with the sole purpose of bringing order to the galaxy, they all acted without emotion, only caring for the Lantern Corps as a whole, while Ganthet, the outlier, cared about individuals as well.
Chances are, they would use force to learn what Miles knew if they couldn't reach a deal.
Oa came into vision soon, a planet of white and blue, located at the center of the galaxy, with the extremely advanced technology of the Guardians and their beliefs making itself present on the planet.
The Guardian's city, with architecture so alien and skyscrapers taller than any on Earth doting the planet, was beyond the imagination of humanity. They entered the atmosphere at full speed, heading straight to the square where the Main Power Battery and the Guardians were.
John landed first, gently lowering the bubble to the ground and letting Miles out, who
Already, a group awaited them, Kilowog and the future leader of the Yellow Lantern Corps, Sinestro amongst several other aliens.
"So this is the human that warned us huh? He doesn't look like much" Kilowog, a towering alien with bulging muscles, a face remnant of a bulldog and a skin like a porcine, many considered the geneticist alien a brute with no intelligence, a fatal mistake on their part.
"Appearances can be deceiving Kilowog, you should know better than me" Miles rebutted, watching the alien nod in agreement.
"I am more curious about what you said that has the Guardians acting so out of the norm?" Thaal Sinestro, a tall Korugarian with a pencil moustache who looked extremely similar to a human with his red skin being the only difference, asked, watching Miles like a hawk.
"You couldn't meet my price Sinestro, best leave it to the Guardians" Miles said, while didn't have anything against Sinestro yet he definitely would if the alien came to Earth causing trouble.
Sinestro just turned his head to the right, watching the hundreds of Lanterns going and coming.
"Let's go in before the Guardians get impatient and come themselves" Kilowog said, leading them inside.
"Hey, don't piss them off" John called out in a joking manner.
"I'll try not to" He replied back.
He didn't come here to cause trouble after all.
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Is the MC planning to stay just a "normal" Human? Or will he be enhancing/altering himself at all? There are a TON of ways to change himself. From Technology to magic to Divine intervention. He could become a Kryptonian, then remove his weaknesses, he could study Magic, make himself Immortal in a number of ways, or just enhance himself with a serum or something.