Undead Revolution (⛔☁️)

S6 - 12. [Facility]

Katsuki crouched on the edge of a crumbling rooftop, his eyes peering through binoculars as he surveyed the facility adjacent. The building was an industrial relic, an old factory long forgotten by the public and repurposed by criminals. Its rusted walls and broken windows spoke of decades of neglect, but the heavily armed guards patrolling the perimeter told a different story; this place wasn't as abandoned as it looked.

The air was thick with the scent of oil and decay, the distant hum of machinery faint beneath the oppressive silence. Floodlights swept across the ground in slow, methodical arcs, casting long shadows over the cracked pavement. Barbed wire lined the high fences surrounding the facility, and every now and then, Katsuki spotted a guard disappearing into one of the dimly lit doorways.

They were careful, organized. These weren't your average thugs; they moved with precision, each one covering their section of the perimeter without breaking formation. Whoever was running this place wasn't taking any chances.

Through the fog of darkness, Katsuki's sharp eyes caught sight of the facility's weak points: broken sections of the fence, a partially collapsed section of wall near the back. That would be his way in. Teskai had drilled the blueprints into his mind, though they both speculated that the layout had been altered after the group took it over.

It would be common sense to deter enemy invasions by changing the layout. Regardless, Katsuki could use the outdated blueprints to guess where the stairs were. Not that it was difficult to change where they were; but he had a hunch that they wouldn't bother with that type of reconstruction.

He let his gaze drift to the higher windows. Inside, faint lights flickered, and shadows moved. Cipher was somewhere in there, most likely held in one of the underground levels. That meant getting in quietly was the only option. No flashy explosions, no loud confrontations; at least not until he got what he came for. No guns yet.

Though, if he was in a pinch, he could use his .45 ACP. It was the quietest he had, but it would still attract more attention than he wanted.

Katsuki adjusted his gloves, feeling the familiar weight of his knives at his side. The air was thick with smog, the kind that settled after heavy machinery use. His pulse quickened, not from fear, but from the rush of anticipation.

A few more guards passed below him as he navigated towards the facility, their footsteps echoing against the cracked concrete. Katsuki counted them, memorizing their rotations. Fifteen, maybe more. Armed, but not a threat once he got up close.

His lips curled into a smirk. "Amateurs"

From his position, he could see everything: the guard posts, the security cameras sweeping lazily across the yard, the weak points in the fencing. Everything was laid out like a map in his head, and every second brought him closer to his target.

The moon hung low in the sky, half-hidden behind a veil of clouds, casting the entire scene in shades of darkness. It was the perfect night for infiltration. Dark, quiet, and full of opportunities.

He tucked the binoculars back into one of his belt pouches, happy with his survey.

「Why hadn't he used this for earlier missions? Easy: he hadn't needed to; Deadpool didn't participate in rescues often.」

"Go time" He muttered to himself, dropping down silently from the rooftop.

He landed with barely a sound, his movements quick and efficient as he slipped into the shadows, unseen by the patrolling guards. The darkness swallowed him whole as he made his way toward the breach in the wall, his senses heightened and his body tense.

Cipher was inside, and so were the bastards who had him. Katsuki wasn't here to play games. He was here to collect a much needed reward.

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