After scouring and scrubbing through the large list of leads, Spiderman's deduction is pointing them in the direction of Detroit. His assessment being that Detroit has so many people in it and so much traffic through phone lines and internet connections that it would be possible to let calls for assassinations slip through the cracks. Surveying the scene from above, Spiderman's eyes narrowed at the sight of something in focus.
"Alright, drop me down right here," He suddenly said. Flag looking out the window with the young mercenary in confusion.
"This is just an-"
"Electronic recycling center. With technology that can easily be repurposed into any sorts of functionalties if I get my hands on it. Drop me down," Spiderman quickly rattled off before reiterating his instruction. The rest of the squad was confused as to what his intentions were, so Spiderman had to bluff.
"Our leads are a set of numbers that had digital footprints. We need to have a way to scrub through the noise and track the aforementioned digital footprints to their source. It's only logical. Plus, assuming the Waste Management companies do what they're supposed to. All burners phones get tossed into these piles. Which means-"
"Whoever is making these calls from these places, chances are the phones are actually in those piles?" Deadshot chimed in.
"Bullseye, Floyd," He quipped to the sharpshooter. Flag evaluated the argument, took into consideration details that only he knows behind closed doors...and relented, motioning to the crew on the helicopter to open up the side door for Spiderman to dive from. Spiderman got up and immediately leapt out of the copter and landed in a pile of electronics. Rolling to his feet and beginning to rapidly grab at and toss aside devices.
"Does he have a plan?" Flag asked, looking to Harley as she just smirked.
"He's making one, right now with all of these little trinkets that he's thumbing through. He's trying to pull pieces together and make them work how he wants them to," Harley analyzed as Spiderman picked up a computer tower from the 1980s and begins ripping it apart with near surgical precision. Taking pieces from it and beginning his work to reassemble the parts into something new entirely.
"Connect that to the radio transmitter.... disassemble the security key...rewire everything...Need a calculator," He muttered as he hyperfixated on grabbing an old TI-84 calculator and reconnecting these devices. The transmitter antenna and channel switches from the radio, the decryption chips from the Security Key being integrated into the Graphing Calculator that can do so many programs if given to the right hands.
With some minor forms of reprogramming, Spiderman had a form of Remote Hacking Device. Wiring in some additional microprocessors from ripped apart cell phones, meaning he effectively brought a calculator from 2004 and boosted it's computing power to modern systems. He hopped back up to the Chopper, holding up the makeshift device to the others.
"And voila. A way to tap into and listen in on most conventional phone conversations. I just need to personally make the program and have it start scrubbing through phone frequencies. If you so choose, I could even try to tap security systems to try and gather any information on security triggers," Spiderman showed off, a smirk on his face under his mask.
"I'll admit, that's impressive for just stuff you found in the bin, mate," Boomerang said after a sly whistle. It was then that Spiderman suddenly turned his head in a random direction, his lenses narrowing as his eyes focused on a particular building.
"What's the matter boy? Is little Timmy down the old well?" Harley joked.
"You see something, buggy?" Deadshot asked in confusion.
"Drop us on the street, right in front of that building. I think we just found a new lead on the Winter Soldier," Spiderman said, pointing to the building in the distance.
"What the fuck are you talking about...?" Rick asked. Croc sniffed the air and growled.
"The smell of blood....a fresh murder...nah...multiple murders," Killer croc clarified.
"And my senses are all dialed up. So I could hear a fight going down, a shootout. 4 hostiles," Spiderman added.
"Alright alright. Lead the way you freaks," Flag said as the chopper took off once more. Croc and Spiderman leading the direction until the get to what looks like an abandoned office building. It didn't take a hard look to tell that something had happened. Spiderman walking up cautiously, removing a set of lock picks to try and pick the door open. Before the door simply fell off the hinges. The door was battered, smattered in blood and splintered along the interior.
"... door's open. We got the run of the place," Spiderman joked as he gestured the rest of the Suicide Squad into the office. Holes riddled the walls inside, blood coating the walls as 4 dead bodies were scattered along the room. Scorched ground that was blackened with ash and soot. The squad's senses being assaulted by the smell of death and violence.
"Well someone certainly hated these guys in particular..." Harley said with an awkward chuckle.
"What the fuck happened here...?" Boomerang asked in shock.
"Ain't it clear? Winter Soldier got his next set of targets, the targets fought back," Deadshot shrugged.
"No....no something else happened here..." Spiderman said as he began to walk around the dark, crime scene of a room. Taking in information and trying to tie things together.
"What's going through your head, bud?" Flag asked as he walked up.
"This wasn't an assassination," Spiderman deduced.
"How'd you figure that? You some kind of detective or something?" Croc grumbled, lurching down as he got into the door frame.
"Not necessarily, I'm just good at puzzles...and can see things in a way that nobody else could possibly see them. My brains works in weird ways, gives me a solution and I work backwards to get my steps. This though...the answer's clear," Spiderman said as he leaned down to the closest dead body relative to the door frame.
"This....this was personal,"
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The Sensational Suicide Squad
Fanfiction(I won't lie in saying I actually liked the first Suicide Squad movie. I liked the idea of picking people so unpredictable that they could potentially be a safeguard against another Kryptonian threat. However, I did feel like the writing choice to h...
