Well-Rounded : OPM X Invincible Fan Fic

Chapter 27: Impending Clash

This is a work of fan fiction based on Invincible and OPM, created by their original authors. I do not own any of the characters or settings from the original work, and no copyright infringement is intended. This fanfic is created solely for entertainment purposes.

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---GDA HQ---

Within the quite office of the GDA, Director Cecil Stedman reviews reports and progress from all operations being conducted.

Several screens and touch pads reveal classified data regarding projects. Most notably, data regarding technological advancements.

Cecil sticks his lips on the rim of his cup. The black fluid within flow between the crevice of his lips as he sips the essence.

This was his sixth cup already.

The caffeine was pushing away the exhaustion that hovered constantly over him. Eyes sharp and occasionally twitching.

He rubs his temples more often than before. A migraine going on and off. His hands slightly shaking as held on to papers.

"Sir... you need to rest. Its taking a toll on you" Donald spoke, bringing several cups of good morning beverages.

"Haven't you already seen me doing this on the daily? Being the Director of a defence institute isn't a cushy job." he replied, not looking at his right hand man.

"Of course sir, but you have the look."

"What look?, Donald" Cecil said, looking up at the worried expression of his subordinate.

"The same look you give when a world ending event in going to happen" Donald answered in a low voice.

"Everyday can be an apocalypse, too many freaks popping on this rock..." Cecil retorted.

"With all due respect sir... Cecil. I worked under you long enough to know that you're troubled. The kind, where you don't know if were coming out of this alive." he said, with seriousness.

The two looked at each other in silence. Gazes peering into each others soul. Cecil couldn't deny the expressions he was showing.

It was true, he is troubled. Eyes looking for answers he cant find and the spasms he gets from time to time. Something is going to happen and they may not come out of it unscathed.

He stood up and threw aside the papers he was holding.

"Follow me..." the director asked him.

"Sir?!" the subordinate was confused and surprised.

He followed behind his superior and both walked in silent. Passing by people in suits and lab coats. Working of keys and monitors, machines and lasers, moving equipments and devices.

All can be said is the GDA had been busy during the months since the "Baldie Incident".

Ever since taking the position, Cecil had to deal with a ton of crap and annoying paper work. One world threat after another. It was a headache, but one he didn't mind having. Better than showering in acid.

"Where are we headed, sir?" the man shades questions.

"You'll see... Its better for you to see than me explaining it." he said, scratching his scar.

Time went on and the two entered an unknown section of the facility. Donald didn't recognize the layout, but didn't ask.

It was obvious that it was classified and probably a top secret project of some sort.

They then stopped and Cecil lifted his wrist to press a a button on it. The once empty long corridor was now blocked all directions. Metal walls isolating them in a box.