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

Origin (Part 4): Forged in Fire

A/N: I lied about the Origin being three parts. This, I assure is going to be the end of the origin story. The next part will parallel the first few episodes of the first season.

Enjoy!

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Just outside Gotham, every available armored unit in Global's arsenal and whatever the National Guard is able scrounge together crosses the Trigate Bridge. The soldiers on board joke about what would happen to anyone trying to escape Arkham, right now.
As the song goes, the caissons go rolling along through the streets of Gotham to the Upper East Side; to re-enforce the security forces and police officers surrounding the Research Facility.

Inside, Mr. Graves and his nephew, along with General Ross, are shoved down a short corridor to the main laboratories.

"You'll never get away with this," Mr. Graves growls.

To which their female captor laughs, "I already have."

They pause in their journey.

"For you see, I don't even have to drop another bomb to cause you more damage," the female former scientist smirks. "For, I've virtually destroyed your reputation. Dealing it a blow from which it will never recover."

They start walking again.

"Just like you did to me," she smirks, proudly as they reach a large access door for the main arsenal of the facility.

Joseph's nephew and the general look to him for answers as he scowls, "That wasn't my decision! That was the board's, and you know it."

She just scoffs and orders her men to shove Joseph toward the palm scanner.

"ACCESS... DENIED..."

They try again.

"ACCESS... DENIED..."

"The whole facility is on a Stage 3 Lock Down," Joseph smirks. "Not even the general's hand could open this door."

"Get the thermite," their leader orders.

She shoves Joseph back , and he is caught by his nephew.

"What did you mean by all that?" Tommy whispers, angrily. "Did you have something to do with this?"

Joseph sighs.

"Not directly," he grunts, "but yes."

The general and nephew gesture for the tycoon to elaborate.

"Her name is Dr. Angora Lapin," Joseph says. "A brilliant nano-robotics expert that I hired to help reverse engineer an advanced body armor concept, based of the first Blue Beetle. But, when she was offered a better position at a competing firm, the board drug their feet through the mud, and they accused her of corporate espionage when she tried to take her research with her. She was black listed as a result. Destroyed her career and reputation."

"Didn't you try to straighten things out?" Gen. Ross inquires, as the goons ignite the door.

"I did," Mr. Graves answers. "But the phone company dropped her account due to lack of payment, and she dropped off the grid. This is the first time I've seen her in two years."

There's a loud boom as the lock and tumblers are blown free from the door. The heavy piece of Grade A steel swings open, revealing a storage room filled with next gen weaponry and prototypes.

Laser rifles.

Plasma rifles.

EMP grenades.

Nth-metal maces and spears.