Post by superecwfan1 on Nov 5, 2011 12:48:48 GMT -5
ULTIMATE GREEN ARROW
By SUPERECWFAN1
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Washington DC : months ago
Sarge Steel sit and counted the seconds on the clock. In the room he waited as the Secret Service stood posted at the door. In the area they took the time to make sure to run scans to make sure no one carried arms inside. The most powerful man in the free world was on the other side of the door.
If I wait 20 minutes I know I'm in serious trouble. If its 10 , then I know he wants something. Being an ex-soldier and now head of the National Security Agency , I have to do whatever the President demands of me.
The door opened and the Secret Service motioned for Steel to walk in. Adjusting his tie he slowly walked in and saw the room had 2 others from the Chief's of Staff .
Carol Fenning was the director of the FBI. The 1st woman in its history to hold it , Fenning became a national hero as a cop for her investigations into drug cartels in Miami. She had rose quickly and at her mid 30's seemed destined to run the FBI as a government agency longer than Hoover.
On the other side was CIA head Joe Brown. An older man in his 50's Brown was a veteran in the FBI and CIA. He had been on 100 under cover assignments in his career and now ran the CIA very tightly.
"Joe , Carol ..." Steel gestured as he shook each hand.
"Sit down Sarge. You can be at ease , this is not about your job running the NSA." the President said.
"So what do you need Mr. President to call us in here ?" Steel asked.
The President turned and hit the video screen. It dropped slowly as images of Superman and other heroes was shown. Steel watched the images as did the other with interest .
"This ladies and gentleman are why were here. We are at a moment in our countries history where we now have super heroes again." the President answered.
"Mr. President , I don't think our agencies are meant to handle situations where a man can carry a tank with one hand." Fenning said.
"Of course not. I know this Mrs. Fenning. But I also know that some in the country are afraid and some are asking questions on who these beings are. Even I am a bit afraid of what they are capable of." the President commanded while standing.
"You could always have the one , the one called Superman there , show up here for a press op and ask him. He seems to be a good guy." Steel said piping in as the 2 looked at him.
"That is a bad idea , Steel ...very bad. This character has powers that could kill the President !" Brown said loudly.
"If he wanted to kill the President , Joe... he would have already. Nothing we have can stop him. I saw cannon shells bounce off him like they were nothing." Steel interjected.
"People , we can not argue over this. Its why I called you in. I need to start a project. I need a super hero who we know and can get close to others possibly and find out where they stand." the commander in chief said .
"So were supposed to comb through our files on who we have as agents who can do this ?" Fenning asked.
"Yes , I need the best. Be it man or woman. Just find me someone with the skill set who can handle what these heroes supposedly do." he said.
"OK , Mr. President ...if you want a hero for the country and one we know , the NSA will fully get involved in this." Steel said.
"Thank you Sarge. By all rights in a month I want the agents and picks who you believe can do this here. This project will not leave this office. Tell your advisers that Project Arrow is one that can not be leaked to the public." the President said .
They all nodded and with the meeting over walked out slowly. Fenning was shaken by this proposal . Brown himself seemed to doubt it.
They both can't deliver it. If I deliver this , my standing with the President goes up more. I climb the ladder more in his staff. I have to make this happen. Crazy as it sounds.
Once outside Brown stopped Steel , "Do you honestly believe we can create a super hero Steel ? One that can get close to those there we saw ?"
"Joe , you have to believe you can. He wants it done and I plan to deliver him the prospect that will make it happen." Steel said while walking off.
This left Fenning and Brown to stand and watch Steel there. The 2 stared a few seconds.
"Do you think its possible ?" she asked.
"Sarge Steel is gonna do it. No doubt in my mind. Crazy fucker is gonna try and do it." Brown muttered finally walking off.
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Days later - NSA HQ.
In the NSA headquarters , Steel smoked what was left of a cigar. Chewing it as he threw another file on the ground. Thus far his search for the perfect candidate had left him in anger and frustration .
Outside a young man in Lennon style sunglasses dribbled a ball . Steel grit his teeth as so far his search had left him angry and now Lonnie Machin , his weapons expert seemed to wanna drive him further up the wall.
"Damn it Machin , can't you see I'm trying to think here ?" Steel barked .
"Well , Mr. Steel ya know me. My mind is in chaos of harmony and thinking of what to do next. Its hard to keep brilliance like mine locked into one task. So I dribble the ball to do it." Machin answered .
Of all the kids from MIT who can build hi-tech weapons and gadgets , I pick a kid like that. Of course he's smart , so maybe I should use him to help me pick this.
"Machin , bring that brilliance here. Need ya for something !" Steel yelled .
The kid ran in excited as usual. It was no secret inside the NSA that Machin viewed Steel more like a father. Since the older man had plucked the orphaned child from MIT at such a young age and had put up with his habits.
"What do you need ?" he asked.
"OK , this stays with us Machin . But the NSA has been asked to pick a candidate for being a possible super hero. I need the best possible pick here. I need someone that could logically step into the role with the tech you design." Steel said .
Machin sit down and flipped through the list of 20 folders and pictures. He stopped and shook his head after taking minutes to do it.
"Well , beyond Roy Harper being in a military prison camp and being too young at 15 for this , the candidate isn't here Steel. I know someone who fits the perfect profile you need. But I don't think you will like it." Lonnie said.
"Go ahead and tell me Machin. I trust your genius." Steel replied.
"You need this guy ..." Machin said as he pulled up the picture of Oliver Queen on his Ipad.
"Queen quit a few days ago. What makes him the perfect candidate , Lonnie ? Guy is a major asshole to deal with." Steel said getting louder.
"He maybe an asshole. But he produces results. His marksman skills are top of the field here. He also knows 4-6 languages and is able to take a physical beating if need be." the young kid said.
Steel rubbed his temples. He really dreaded going to Queen again . The 2 never got along much and now , he was gonna be asked to possibly put his hopes into the hands of Oliver Queen ?
"Where...is he Lonnie ?" Steel asked low.
"Chicago . His home." Machin answered walking out to dribble again.
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Chicago
Eddie Fyers sit in the unmarked van smoking a cigarette . His eyes half asleep and his coffee cup dripping from the hours spent in the holder. It was cold outside as the spring hadn't yet come and the wind blew.
"Those things are gonna kill ya ." Oliver joked while looking out with binoculars .
"Yeah well , Maria is pregnant and its driving me up the fucking wall ya know. If you ever had a pregnant wife , you'd know smoking is a god send." Fyers answered back.
"I don't plan to have a pregnant wife anytime soon." Oliver quipped back .
"So I can stop the wedding plans for your and Montoya ?" his friend asked.
"Well you know our Captain. She just uses me for cheap sex. I feel so ashamed at admitting that." Oliver joked.
This had the static in their headsets buzz as Montoya broke in , "Keep telling yourself that Ollie. Every man like you should have dreams. Now watch and see if the deal goes down and end this stakeout. "
Oliver and Eddie broke into laughing a bit as they watched. The young street kids walked in . Oliver snapped pics and used the software recognition program. He nudged Fyers who realized the kid was wanted.
"Were gonna make our move team 2. One of them is likely heavily armed and is wanted. You guys take the dealer." Oliver said .
The van doors opened as Oliver and Fyers walked down the street. Guns drawn , body armor on as they walked. The badges of the Chicago PD was on necklaces around them to show they were cops.
"Just think High Noon at the OK Corral ." Oliver joked while walking.
"Can I be Wyatt Earp ?" Fyers asked low while walking up the street.
"I always saw you as Doc Holliday myself." Queen answered.
end of part 1.