Coup De Grâce

Round 4: Russian Roulette

Previously

"Polaris <3"

The word Polaris was engraved into one side of the handle with a little heart by it.
Maybe that's her name... but why leave it with me if she works for him.

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5 Days Later

Mystique

Day 22 and you know where I am. Just sitting in my little corner. Another tally mark added next to me on the floor. I even found a way to draw little pictures and shapes for entertainment. Luckily, Jordan has been keeping his word. Nothing has happened the past 5 days, but I have been getting some good rest. The past days have been pretty much silent and dead, but I am not one to complain. I leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes to take another nap. *yawns* hopefully I'll have another peaceful day.

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Meanwhile

Jordan

"Listen up. After a long 5 days since the little incident with #14, I decided to change a few things up in my plan. I no longer need Mystique, nor do I want her around here anymore."

"Oh no Jordan you dont mean..?"

I scheduled a conference meeting with a few of my top agents. Its time to bring out, The Secret Weapon.

"Yes. The Secret Weapon. For years now the secret weapon has been under construction and even reconstruction. My father has put his blood, sweat, and tears into this project trying to create the perfect weapon specifically for this moment. If Mystique had just cooperated, I wouldn't have to make this decision. Now the Secret Weapon will either succeed or it will fail with only one opportunity." I announced.

Guy 1: "So what happens if it fails?"

"What happens when something or someone is no longer needed?" I questioned.

Guy 1: "You throw it out or-"

"Kill them." I finished his answer.

"You're exactly right Damien" I said.

"Now, its time to introduce you all to the Secret weapon AKA Talon. My father rescued him years ago and raised him as his own with me by his side. I was raised to be a leader for you all. He was raised to be the equalizer for this exact moment. My father knew since he couldn't get to Mystique as a child those years ago, he would have to construct a plan, a weapon, that would for sure get her on his side.

"Talon!" I called for him to come in.

The guard opened the door to let him in. A tall muscular Male entered. He's uniformed from head to toe. His face was stern like he was emotionless, just completely numb. His hair was a dirty blonde shaved down to a clean low cut. He has random scars on his left arm and even a scar going down his left eye.

"Welcome brother. You finally get to work with me. You've been training for so long and waiting so patiently to get your hands dirty." I said to him.

Talon has blood on his hands already from men he has killed in training. Those men were brave to step into the same room with him. Its unfortunate they had to depart from us so soon.

He looked me in my eyes as if he didnt know me. That's okay. I dont feel anything personal for him anyway.

"If you fail, today, would be the last time you see my face." I warned him.

(Talon didn't move a muscle. He was not fazed at all by Jordan's apparent warning. Talon was raised to fight and forget about his opponents, his enemies. Jordan's father, Mr.Devlin, went through too much trouble getting Talon to cooperate to the point where it took planting a chip in his neck to to control his lifespan. Jordan knows he has full control over Talon, and Talon has no idea.)