Of S.W.O.R.D.'s And Metas

Origin (Part One)

A/N: Hello! And welcome to the new version of "S.W.O.R.D.'S and Metas". I have big plans for this story, and I hope that you all enjoy it. But, before going any further I would like to make a shout out to YJADDICT19 and jtg178. For without these two users, this story would not exist. So please, show them some love; even if you do not like this story. Without further delay, here is the first part of "Of S.W.O.R.D.'s And Metas".

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Two years ago...

Global Advanced Research Facility (GARF)
Gotham City, CT July 5, 2008
21:00 EST

This was not how today was supposed to go, Karen thinks to herself, as she sits outside of the head security offce.
Inside the office, two men--brothers, actually--are arguing angrily. They are fighting because of her.

Because of what she did.
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Three hours earlier...

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen," the host says graciously.
"On behalf of Gobal Incorporated, I welcome you all to the grand opening ceremony of the Gotham branch of the Global Advanced Research Program. And it is my honor to introduce the program's spearheader and my boss. He is the Cheif Executive Officer and Owner-Operator of Global, Inc. ... Joseph Graves."

The audience applaudes and cameras flash as the two men trade places on the small stage in main lobby of the building.

"Thanks, Paul," Mr. Graves says graciously. "And I'd just like to add, that is a distinguished privilege to be surrounded by some of the world's brightest here tonight."

He gestures to the group of men and women in lab coats behind him, and the audience appluads.

The crowd silences as the industrialist drones on about how the facility is being used to discover new ways to improve technology and society.

But Karen Graves just ignores it and focuses on posting a new selfie to Facebook. The picture is of her, her brother, and their bodyguard from behind the crowd on the stage.

She is bored beyond belief. She'd rather be back home in New Castle with her friends from Akiva Academy.

"Why doesn't anything interesting happen at these press events?" she groans to her bodygaurd, Phil.

"Be careful for what you wish for, Karen," he cautions tauntingly. "For karma can be a--"

"Finish that statement, and you'll be reassigned, real quick," Karen's Brother, Tom, cautions back.

"Come on, Tom! He was just joking," Karen shoves, verbally and physically. "We both know I've heard worse come out of dad's overprotective mouth."

He shoves back, and a small family scuffle follows.

"Stop that, you two," Phil orders as he steps in between them. "If yins ruin another event with your fighting, then I will definately be reassigned. And then, who will help you two sneak out when you're grounded."

"Fine," they grumble, crossing their arms over theirchests and refusing to look at each other, but still arguing.

Phil just sighs and turns his attention back to his orders: Observe and Report.

A sound comes from the hallway next to them, but only Phil hears it. It sounded like metal hitting against metal.

"Agent 13 to Control. I've picked up a possible disturnance in the South Hallway. Moving in to investigate. Over."

"Rodger, Thirteen. Proceed, but procede with caution."

"Acknowledged."

"Stay here," Phil tells the squabbling sibblings, as he moves closer to the source of the noise. "And don't cause any trouble."

The two just glare at him, then return to glaring at each other.

Phil continues down the hall and finds the source of the noise. He spots two janitors arguing over a split mop cart.

"Excuse me! Gentlemen!" he shouts gaining theirattention, as he steps closer. "But this area is off limits. No one is allowed back here. I'm going to have to escort you back to--"

"Listen here, pal!" one of the janitors spits in his face. "We ain't going anywhere. We have a job to do!"

"I can see that," Phil presses. "But you can do that after the Ceremony."

"That is if there is a ceremony," the janitor taunts.

Phil stares at the man, confused. That is until he glances behind the man and sees his buddy pull an AR-15 out of the overturned cart.

In shock, Phil knees the man in front of him--causing said man to collapse to the floor--and quickly pulls out his M9 pistol.

But the man with the suppressed AR-15 that is standing behind the cart is faster. Much fasster.

"13 to Control. I--AARGGHH!!!" Phil tries unsuccessfully, to call for help.

Several bullets are loosed by the AR-15, and each one of them lodges somewhere in Phil's abodomen and chest. He falls to the floor and leans back against the wall.

"Thirteen? Come again! Come again, Thirteen! Thirteen! Report!" Phil's earpiece cries as he loses consciousness. "THIRTEEN!!!!"

The fake janitors shout at each other in a foreign language, before pulling vests, ammo, and more guns out of the overturned cart.
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After a short while, Karen starts to worry about Phil. It's been over ten minutes, and he hasn't returned.

Being the naturally worrisome and curious person she is, she ditches her brother--who is too focused on their uncle's speech--and makes her way down the hallway Phil vanished to.

She rounds a corner, then doubles back and hides behind it when she sees two men dressed as janitors carrying heavy rifles. She sees someone on the floor behind them.

Phil? her mind questions.

The faux-janitors start to move towards her position. In response, she hides in one of the labs that she passed on her way. The men pass by the door completely unaware of her presence.

Karen prepares to exit the room, when something unexpected happens...
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Meanwhile, outside the building, a woman dressed as a broadcasting technician flips a few switches and turns a few dials.

This causes the main screen on the broadcasting unit to display a countdown and beep loudly.

She closes up the van and makes her way inside, toward the side of the stage.

She sheds her jacket and her cap, revealing tactical armor.

She is stopped by the guards when she tries to mount the stage, but only for a moment as her van--the one marked WFSB Ch. 33 NEWS--explodes.