420: the President

Oct 20, 2008 19:44

He's pacing the rug of his office with steps that are no weaker for his age. The media attributes it to clean living, only he and one chemist know the real secret. One chemist who hasn't seen the light of day since before Nick Fury's funeral, not nearly long enough ago.

It was bad enough when there were three of them appearing out of nowhere. Rogers was supposed to have been disintegrated, Fury was dead; he knew because he'd been there when it happened, and the new man? Worse and worse. The last thing he wanted, the last thing he needed, was a new batch of costumed do-gooders showing up to force their ideals on him again.

He's worked hard to get where he is today. He's lied, cheated, stolen, and committed far worse than mere murder to keep people under his thumb and out of his way. Sabotage of this hero, assassination of that one, backing this or that law. Weeding out the strong and leaving the public weak so that his voice would soothe them and make them follow.

This will not stand. One purple finger points at the generals and spooks lined up near the door, "You will find them, each and every one of them. I most especially want the man in the orange suit and the man in the green. One and Four. You will find them and you will bring them to me.

"Dead or alive."

president for life, earth 420, gordon freeman, revolution, the revolutionary

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