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The normally- busy airport full of tourists and businessmen, was now playing home to packs of military personnel and journalists looking to get a scoop of a lifetime. As Vanguard and his company descended from the plane, the male representative coming over to guide them warned the group not to talk to anyone outside of their circle. There was no need for such a warning, though, as they were already familiar with the score. Speaking to a member of the press, even if it's so- called off the record, would only be detrimental in delivering a controlled, unified message at a later time. Not to mention, Vanguard didn't need to hear such a warning as he had received extensive media training. He wouldn't make the gaffe of saying stuff he should not say in front of unrelated people. Vanguard, Blast Storm and the one other Super, a woman named Blue Solstice, were guided to the hangar occupied by the Guild of Heroes, located on the outskirts of the airport specially arranged for them.
Vanguard took a glance at Blue Solstice, his eyes slightly narrowing. She was an enigma, even to the high- ups in the Guild. She never spoke more than three words, always worked alone, and the extent of her powers was also a mystery. Blast Storm didn't seem to care much, though.
To the wind- wielding Superhero, as long as one was an ally, it was all good, frosty personalities be damned. The three including the guide remained largely silent as they walked to the hangar, keeping out an eye for any rat scurrying about.
The distance between the runway where the plane landed and the hangar itself wasn't much, but it paid to be cautious regardless of the surroundings. The building was heavily guarded by the private soldiers employed by the Guild, called the Peacekeepers, and low- level Supers as well as high- tech security systems custom- made by the Guild's technicians.
The reason for the extra level of security was simple. Inevitably, there would be sensitive information attainable only by those in the loop, and for the reasons of national security and stability, they were obviously kept out of the public domain. It wouldn't do good if any of them was leaked ahead of time while not under the careful control, after all. The temporary base for Go. H in Newark airport was set up to facilitate quicker response to the Superheroes cooperating with the search for the JFK mass murderer.
The idea was that there would be a simple chain of command here that directed intelligence to the Supers on the ground. And when the need arises, the command would then efficiently dispatch a rapid- response team that was tailor- fitted for the crisis at hand. It was how the military did things, but the crucial difference was, the troops were comprised of low- to- mid level Supers, connected via a powerful communication network so the flow of information was far more succinct and smoother.
The interior of the hangar was divided into several areas. One was reserved for a debriefing, the other as the loadout where the response team could be outfitted on a short notice, a rest area with beds and showers, and finally, the command center where almost all of the action taking place was being monitored and guided by the well- trained personnel. The Guild owned several military- grade satellites graciously funded and sometimes provided free of charge by many benefactors, such as Mylorne Akkad and other wealthy industrialists. They nearly had no reason to rely on the U. S military to provide the real- time bird's eye view into the city. As Vanguard was brought in here, he could more or less survey the lay of the land through the multiple large projections set up in the middle of the command center.
One of them was a three- dimensional map of the five boroughs. He nodded slightly after checking out the movements of all the Supers and the police force. The National Guard troop's movements were relayed a little later, perhaps a sign of information flow not being as smooth as it could be. There were several familiar faces as well as ones Vanguard didn't immediately recognize in the command center. Of course, he offered warm, diplomatic greetings and encouragements to all of them as he walked past. He was like a perfect politician, aiming to get re- elected for his position.
Of course, Vanguard wasn't like that, but after years of doing nothing but PR work ensured such a behavior would be ingrained deep down to his bones. He saw the emotions displayed by the members of the Guild here, almost all of them not Supers and thus not possessing powers, and they were that of concentration, focus, dedication and belief. Seeing those mixed bags of steely faces, Vanguard felt reassured. They would surely catch the culprit of the massacre sooner rather than later. But that warm, fuzzy feeling ran into a cold, impassable wall soon after, in the skeptical face of a masked Superheroine, Mercury Retrograde, who blocked Vanguard's and Blast Storm's path.“I heard you were coming over, Vanguard. Doubt you'll be much of a help, though.
Shouldn't have bothered to come here, unless you were planning to get some of us hurt.”She said with ice in her voice, her deep gray eyes narrowing as she blocked Vanguard's path. Her tight fitting silver armor seemingly barely containing her resentment of the big luchador mask- wearing former Superhero.“It's been a while, Miss Mercury,” Vanguard coolly nodded at her, choosing to not to respond to her provocation. Blast Storm cut her off as he stepped out. We are on the same team. Don't forget that.”She snorted coldly, before turning on her heels. At least you should be useful for talking to the press and saving us the bother, so that'll be nice.”Vanguard sighed inwardly, watching her walk away. That was not a very pleasant reunion, one he definitely could do without.
Seeing his friend somewhat distressed, Blast Storm firmly grasped his shoulder and spoke wryly to loosen up the tension.“That woman is never going to forgive you, isn't she?”“Can you blame her? I couldn't save her husband, after all.”“Still with that?! Hey, listen here, man. You did the right thing. No one here is blaming you for the choice you made that day.
It was either one Super who signed up for this sh*t knowing the risk, or the truckload of powerless civilians dying a horrible death. You made the correct call. So, stop beating yourself over it.”Vanguard smiled ruefully, while recollecting that very important moment when his career veered off to the left. Unconsciously, he reached down and massaged his damaged knee – the scar of that day, the unwelcome reminder of that difficult choice he had to make. Blast Storm sighed. Download Filme Tristao E Isolda Dublado 1971.
You had to retire early. That should be good enough, no? Being a Superhero was all you ever wanted to be and you paid the price for the choice you made. Now, let's get going.”Vanguard nodded silently.
Some might say those words uttered by Blast Storm may have bordered on being insensitive, but Vanguard appreciated these kinds of talks. They were coming from a man who also made numerous difficult decisions almost daily, a man who didn't lack empathy or sincerity. Blast Storm was a reliable friend who'd set him straight if Vanguard's boat rocked unsteadily against the winds for whatever the reason might be. Blue Solstice watched the interactions with the emotionless face, before silently walking away.
Vanguard and Blast Storm briefly thought about stopping her but then decided not to. She'd have her own reasons for separating from them.“Good day to you both.