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Channel Q Broadcasting is the home of Channel Q News. It's your typical broadcasting building with a fancy foyer, huge-a** conference room and a roof with a big satellite dish. The kind you might see in trailers.

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As they flew, The Politician explained absolutely nothing at all. Bronzed had sat down next to Cellophane, and in a fit of boredom she gave him an up-down and flirted with him with her eyes. Mostly the helicopters were too loud to speak over though, so she sat fairly quietly, observing the studly clone next to her.

As they arrived at the Channel Q Broadcasting building, the sattelite dish was unhooked by a few minions already hiding on the roof. Before the helicopter carrying them could even lower the minions had already begun hooking the sattelite dish up. The Politician strolled out of the helicopter and tossed a brown curly wig at Lady Cellophane. He looked to Bronzed and simply said, "Tie her."

Lady Cellophane, even in her utter girly stupidity, began to slowly realize what was imagined for her. She was just a pawn, and she was going to ruin he hair wearing that hideous wig so she'd look just like Cait. Whatever! There was like, no way she'd ever put on that wig and allow herself to be tied and mussed up. Unfortunately for Rowena, the second copter had just landed and the doors had flown open as the Politician's 15 goons flooded out. Bronzed had a dirty smirk on his face and had already begun stalking her as she backed away toward the goons. She was surrounded.

Lady Cellophane pouted and crossed her arms in front of her chest, cocking one hip to the side. "This is like, so not cool. You guys cloned me to be perfect, and now you want to cover the perfection up? Like, come on, great way to ruin my brand new hair, make me wear a damn wig..." Unceremoniously Cellophane placed the wig on her head, tucking her hair in. It was comfortable enough, not itchy yet... "Great, so what are you jerks tying me to?"

A short scuffle led her to the newly installed sattellite dish. She put her amrs in the air to let bronzed tie her hand to a hanging beam on the dish. He then wrapped a rope around Cellophane's torso. "Why don't you, like, tie it a little tighter big boy, and stab me in the back while you're at it?"

Bronzed seem all too happy to oblige, and soon Lady Cellophane's hands, torso, and feet were tied to the sattellite dish.

Stupid jerks...

Longbeard slammed into the limo as the Channel Q News Station came into clear view. Clean looked at Longbeard out the window and into the car he was driving and said, "It's all over you old geezer!"

With that Clean jerked the wheel suddenly and slammed hard into Longbeard's junky car. Clean watched as the car Longbeard was in flipped over five times and then the car, upside down at this point, slid off the road and disappeared down a grassy hill. Clean saw Longbeard's face, just before it disappeared down the hill. He looked mad! 'That's how you do it!' Clean thought to himself excitedly.

Clean looked at the Station directly in front of them in the distance and saw figures on the rooftop. He could see the beautiful body of Cellophane. She was wearing a wig... and it looked dreadful. He also saw Bronzed and near Bronzed was a very pasty kid that looked remotely similar to Bronzed. Clean also notice the Politican in the background. It was time for revenge!

He turned his attention back to the wheel. He saw they were just a couple feet to the entrance gate of the News Station. "Broadway Man!" Clean exclaimed. "Take the wheel and head straight for that pole!" Doctor Clean pointed to a pole to the right of the entrance gate. Broadway Man looked at Clean puzzled and Clean shot back, "JUST DO IT!"

Broadway Man took the wheel and drove right into the the pole. A split second before he did this Clean unbuckled his seat belt and took the vaccuum cleaner tube in his hands. When Broadway Man crashed into the pole, Clean went right through the front window of the limo and turned his vaccuum on the highest it could possibly go. He aimed right for Bronzed, who was getting closer and closer to Clean as the good Doctor whizzed straight toward Bronzed through the air. Clean extended his strong legs, and before he hit the roof of the Station, his foot came into contact with Bronzed's face... hitting the p***k so hard in the face that Clean thought his ankle had been sprained.

Clean came down hard on the roof after that and stayed laying there in agony.

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Filibuster flew into the parking lot mere minutes early in his bright red, company sports car. Yeah, working for The Politician does have its perks. He stormed through the police barricade.

"Hey you, stop right there!" One officer shouted as he waddled over.

"No," Filibuster said in a voice like nails on a chalkboard. The officer fell to his knees as the white suit walked right by and into the Channel Q Broadcasting building. He made a beeline for the elevator, punching the button for the top floor and tapping his foot to the pleasant music. He pulled a cough drop out of his coat pocket and sucked on it, relishing the feeling of it opening his throat. The elevator stopped and he hurried for the stairs to the roof, spitting out the cough drop on the elevator floor.

As Dr. Clean's foot collided with Bronzed's head, the evil clone was reminded of how much he hated surprises. He shook off the hit, spitting a little blood at the turncoat.

"You filthy traitor-" Pasty suddenly shot forward in a burst of Whitespeed, hoping to catch Bronzed off guard. The clone moved with lightning speed, throwing out a hand and catching the Captain in the throat. The albino hero stumbled back, unable to breath, as the roof top door was thrown open. Filibuster looked at Dr. Clean and then to Commander Bronzed, who nodded and tackled Pasty to the ground.

Strong, not loud, Filibuster reminded himself as he opened his mouth. The sound that burst from his lungs was not heard as much as it was experienced. The air rippled, the concrete rooftop cracked, and every window in a one hundred foot radius flexed. The burst of air struck Clean with the force of a small locomotive, throwing him back towards the edge of the roof. Filibuster watched with the disappointing realization that, should Dr. Clean fall from the rooftop, he was going to have to go all the way back down to finish him off. When he closed his mouth, the first thing he noticed was not whether Clean had stayed on the roof, but rather the arrival of a small military convoy.

"Calvary’s here," he muttered to himself.

As the soldiers readied their guns, Stone slid his bike between the limo and the Channel Q building as if directed by John Woo. He was still only armed with a pistol. He sat against the limo, plotting a route into the building. There was something that concerned him about the gunfire. The soldiers were firing at the Politician’s men; it conflicted with information he’d been privy to. Then again, if Stone had that much firepower, he too would be firing at those deserters. In the hail of the hot lead ricocheting from the building, Stone recalled the chaos of war.

Many great men crumbled beneath the fist of the mighty god of war, some physically, others mentally, but not Stone. To him, war gave him clarity. He felt the primal call to fight or fly. He reveled in it. He didn’t lust for bloodshed; he was no madman on the battlefield. Yet, he remained the formidable foe.

He remembered one mission in particular. He was deep within enemy lines on a mission so secretive that disclosing it’s details even now would reveal too much about the plot. He was in the Georgian SSR. His mission was to escort [Redacted] and their daughter, [Redacted], from [Redacted] into Iraq, where they would meet up with agents supporting Iraq’s defense against the Shah. They had made it into Tiblisi. At that time, soviet raids on Kostavist separatist outposts had made the city into a chaotic war zone. Curfews were frequently declared, and separatists often rioted. This presented no easy path for Stone and his group, for the country roads were lined with strict Soviet checkpoints and secret police. The uprising within the city would distract the Soviets sufficiently.

Stone reached his contact, [Redacted] without major events, save the interrogations at the city checkpoint. However, in the middle of the night, [Redacted] woke the group up, as they had been fingered. Several of [Redacted] were running about the safe house, shouting in Russian. They armed themselves with Kalishnikovs and proceeded to fire at the secret police. The family began to panic, but Stone did not. He spoke to [Redacted], who directed them to the cellar. As the group climbed into the catacomb, a rocket hit the house, razing it in part, and starting a fire. They hurried through the tunnel from the basement into a neighboring slaughterhouse. The sound of artillery and gunfire combined with the smell of porcine flesh made them ill, but Stone urged them to persevere. He had never allowed his group to be injured.

It is a quality that, in his better days, would have been admired. It is this quality that enraged him at the deserters. Even if what they said was true, to Stone, it could not justify fleeing. His heart pounded, adrenaline coursed through his veins. He crouched and ran into the main entrance.

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His car had been stolen and then blown up. He was now on a pretty sweet, but probably entirely illegal motorcycle, and he still had to go shopping. Life did suck. Louis had followed the mad rush towards a building. Some serious warefare was going on and Louis immediatly decided that he was in over his head. Delmor was obviously, hardly a safe place to be and was yet another horrible decision on his mother's part. Then there was the fact that he was in deep s**t when he got home. He couldn't do anything without getting killed here, and shopping was indeed his only option. So he turned away from the battle and zipped off on his fancy motorcycle to what? A store.
Louis - after>>>

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Collin. Remember Collin. It was the only though that held Austin back from turning around, screaming for his dead mommy until he got home. He gulped, nodded at Spanky, and in a very tragic war movie kind of way said, "I'm with you until the end." He placed his hand on the general's shoulder in a friendly manner, and seconds later, removed it solemnly.

"So what's my job?" He asked. Ready to do anything, as Collin would have wanted him to.

Longbeard breathed heavily when he entered the elevator and had a short break before reaching the top floor of the building. The door slid opened and Longbeard ran out and then up some stairs until he finally reached the slowly growing brawl taking place on the top of the Channel Q Broadcasting Station. He quickly chose his target, Dr.Clean had abandoned him at the steel mill and left him to die. He had again tried to screw him up by slamming his stolen car off the road. Now Clean stood, grappling a tanned guy Longbeard recognized from Gore's Seaside Manor. He stretched his beard to it's full length and grabbed onto a nearby air vent, ripping it from the roof. He lifted it high into the air with his beard and swung it at Dr.Clean.

"Well I take it that's my job," Austin shrugged, seeing the battle of heroes takeing place far above. "Try not to shoot me," Austin smiled before spreading out his wings and lifting off into the air.

At a speed so great that it could have put all the NASCAR racers put together to even more shame, Austin, now feeling fully as Eagle Eye, made it to the top of the building, hovering high above the madness, trying to pick out certain allies, enemies, and others he didn't know, looked for points where he was needed most.

There was quite a bit going on that Austin couldn't explain. One man fought with his beard, swinging a vent at the infamous Dr. Clean, who was too busy trying to wrestle the hated Commander Bronzed to really see that comeing. In turn, Commander Bronzed was chokeing Captain Pasty, who seemed at the bottom of the food chain.

Now, in his experience, Clean was bad, Bronzed was the worst, and the guy with the beard was definetly not a league member. Why would he be attacking Clean? Maybe he played both sides. Either way, if he didn't do something, Clean would be hit with an air vent, takeing him down, dragging Bronzed, who would drag Pasty after him. Austin wouldn't let Pasty get hurt more.

Turning his attention to the bearded vent thrower...what an odd world this was...Austin flew at a speed even his extraordinary beard would have difficulty reacting to, expecially while throwing a vent.

Austin's feet were out in perfect position. He made direct contact with the air vent with a force that sent it sprawling out of direction. If Austin got lucky, and if the beard man was smart, the vent would leave the beard, or drag the man to the ground. He had bought time, whether it was minutes or seconds depended on something that was not him.

So, playing as if he knew it were only seconds, he turned towards Pasty and made himself a blur flying in his direction, grasping him around the waist as he reached the pale commander, getting even paler as his neck was tightened. Austin, actually, Eagle Eye, did not slow up after that, with his hold firmly on his captain, he rushed further away, tearing him from Bronzed's grip. He set his captain down thirty feet from Bronzed and hovered over his captain as if daring somebody else to make a move. He had to defend Pasty until he could regain his breath.