Second Squad

Chapter 2

"I'd like you to take me to Maxamillion State Metahuman Containment Facility in Soviet Russia, please.", Martha asked the helicopter pilot a little ways away from the restaurant, a few days after the proposal with the two gentlemen. 

"Sorry, lady. I have no reason to take you to such a classified unit. If you'd like, I can take you to a movie tomorrow night.", the pilot smirked. 

Martha closed the helicopter doors, walked back, pulled out a black Glock 17, and aimed it at the pilot. 

"You're taking me to Maxamillion State Metahuman Containment Facility in Soviet Russia. That's not a request. That's an order. You're getting me in, and you're getting me out. You're protecting me, and you're making sure nobody comes after me or tries to kill me. Got it?", Martha said with a stern voice. 

"Jesus Christ....yes, ma'am.", the pilot said, starting the chopper and taking off. 

About an hour or so later, the helicopter landed on a helipad about a half a mile from the huge estate, though it seemed you could see it from lightyears away.

Martha walked up to the prison gates. A couple of guards stopped her. 

"You have no business here.", one of them with a Russian accent spoke. 

"Yes, leave now.", the other one added. 

Martha looked at the helicopter pilot, who flashed his government badge. The guards looked at each other and opened the gate for them. 

They walked a little ways down and the two guards opened the doors for them. 

The doors opened to a clean, greenish hallway with many rooms, hosting some of the meanest looking villains ever. Everyone was wearing a dark orange jumpsuit that looked like it came out of someone's ass. An example would be a room with a giant cage, holding a man with very much muscle. Wires were inserted into every vein of this man's body. He was wearing a mouth brace, and looked like he wanted to kill everyone in the facility. The sign next to the door that led to his room read "Edmund Dorrance - Bane". 

"What is she doing here?", said a feminine Russian accent. A lady wearing a fur coat and a raccoon hide hat walked out of one of the rooms. 

"She's here to see some people.", one of the guards answered the lady, nervously. 

Martha, without anyone else knowing, secretly stole the pilot's badge and flashed it at the lady. The lady paused and then shook Martha's hand, smirking. "Then, by all means, my prison is your prison. My name is Patricia Scoff. I am the warden of this over-sized trash can people call a containment facility. I will lead you to whomever you wish to see."

"Thank you. I'd like to talk to these people.", Martha shook her hand, grinned, and handed her the individual files. 

After a minute of looking them over, the lady put the files in her back pocket. 

"Very well.", she frowned. "Come." 

A couple of left's and they end up in a room with Conner Kent chained to a wall. He looked up, looking miserable. 

"I talk to my patients...no...I talk to my friends alone.", Martha turned her head towards the two guards, the pilot, and Patricia, who nodded and closed the door behind her. 

Martha walked up to the man. 

"What do you want?", Conner Kent spoke. 

"I am the deal maker, and my deal right now is for you to show up in the Main Hall at exactly 11:30 tonight.", Martha said.