8505/Jihad To Be There

Jihad To Be There
Date of Scene:	31 October 2021
Location:	A jungle camp, in the DRC
Synopsis:	Blink, Deadpool, and Toad take out a group of Islamic extremists with the goal of freeing child soldiers. Mission accomplished.
Cast of Characters:	Clarice Ferguson, Mortimer Toynbee, Wade Wilson

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Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    Clarice had already explained the mission - the Allied Democratic Forces (or the ADF) are the worst kind of assholes. They go into villages, massacring people, and kidnapping many of the women and children. Their victims are forced to convert to Islam - and if they're lucky, they're used as domestic workers. That rarely their only use, however. Children are trained and used as soldiers, as suicide bombers, as couriers, or as 'brides.' The goal was simple - take out as many of the adult fighters as possible, while using non-lethal force on the children. Clarice would be transporting them all to a charitable organization capable of housing, counseling, and educating them in the hopes they can recover from the hell they've been put through.
    After reviewing satellite images of the camp, set into the jungle of the Democratic Republic of Congo, Clarice teleports them in a short distance from the camp, with its many wooden huts and buildings. The only source of power is a gas-powered generator, hooked up to some floodlights. Everyone on the team was equipped with night vision - in the hopes they could get the generator down - as well as any armor or weapons they'd like from the Brotherhood's arsenal. Explosives were highly discouraged, however.
    "Everyone knows the plan? Deadpool... you left the selfie stick at home, yeah?"

Mortimer Toynbee has posed:
Mortimer Toynbee hadn't been able to get out and about in a while, mostly stuck on the Asteroid doing repairs or basic maintenance. Plus, the team had been trying to stay on the better side of the angels and no one would mistake The Toad for anything divine. Unless you counted Elder Gods, of course. Mortimer always did favor a bit of the H.P. Lovecraft.

He's clad in a black mechanic's jumpsuit, except for the word TOAD printed in reflective letters on the left breast. He isn't armed, he's never needed weapons to get the job done. As he'd often point out, he is the weapon, luv.

"We had a plan?" he jokes, lolling his tongue out and huffing a bit in excitement, his legs a bit jumpy, bobbing him up and down as he squats, "No offense, dove, but pretty sure me'n the meathead over there is more'n ready for rippin', been too long since I heard the precious pitter patter o' blood spatter in me ears."

Wade Wilson has posed:
    Wade was in his usual black and red. He'd left the guns at home (aside from a single high caliber pistol at his left hip. He *is* however decked out in a number of blades of various sizes. He has his dual katanas on his back as well as a number of knives of the throwing, slashing, and stabbing variety on his belt and hidden among his person.

    "Go in kill all the adults, knock out the kids if they're weapons, and teleport everyone to a save location..." he points to Clarice. "Which is what you do."

    He gives Toad a look for a moment and shaes his head. "If we can, knock out the generator for the lights and use the cover of darkness for our operation." He withdrew the gun from the holster. "I can probably hit it from a good 50 out if I get line of sight. Or you can have Toad here tongue it, though that might not be the best idea since... well..." He makes a convulsing motion and sound for a moment. "Sound about right?"

    "Oh!" he says, "here." He tosses Clarice a red and black wrapped box. It's small, about the size of a poptart's box (the 6 pack, not the twelve). "Happy birthday. Check it out after."

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    Clarice blinks as she's tossed the package - catching it instinctively, and glancing down at it in her hands. "Oh," she remarks. "...Theo told you too, huh?" she says wryly. "You know - it was //his// birthday yesterday." With a faint flash of purple energy, and package disappears from her hand and reappears on her bed, so she can open it later. "I mean- thank you." She's still not entirely used to accepting gifts.
    "Deadpool's got the size of it," she agrees. For her part - she has her nightvision goggles attached to a helmet, ready to pull them down if needed, and an armored vest protecting her torso. She's fast, and her portals are very useful defensively - but she's not as fast as a speeding bullet.
    "Have fun out there, boys," she adds with a brief, broad smile. She //needs// this right now - and honestly, that's almost the entire reason they'd come.
    Sneaking her way forward through the trees, wary of possible booby traps, Clarice manages to find herself a position at the edge of the treeline, where she can see a few men patroling the outskirts of the camp. A flash of purple shows one of Clarices portals materializing where first one, and then another man stands, with devastating effect, as they both slump to the ground with dull thumps, their bodies neatly cleaved in half.

Mortimer Toynbee has posed:
Mortimer Toynbee flares his nostril and blows a snot bubble, getting as large as an ample grapefruit before it pops with a bit of a squish. "You ain't the boss o' me, Wadey ol' slab, but I'll take yer suggestion under consideration. I kissed a light socket or two in my day, always did have a masochistical streak, I has," he says.

Stealth is the order of the day, at least to start with. Given his agility and his unique way of movement, Toad takes to the trees, moving from one to the other with surprising alacrity and quiet, a slippery shadow that likely gives nightmares to a few of the sleeping arboreal creatures nesting up above. When he drops, his tongue lashes out, wrapping around the throat of one guard and crushing his windpipe before he can cry out, grasping another and gurgling nausous bile down his throat to gag his screams of terror as Toad casually snaps him his spine with the grip of his mutant thighs.

Wade Wilson has posed:
    Deadpool starts out at a run, moving through the trees with trained speed, drawing one of the katanas as he moves.

    There's a flurry of movement as he reaches two guards and runs by them. He slows a few steps past them. One falls to his knees grabbing at his throat which sports a deep slash exposing the bone of his neck. The other stays standing until Wade reaches out to poke at the head with the tip of a red katana. The head topples from the man's shoulders and the body drops limply.

    He kneels down looking up and holding an imaginary cellphone in his hand. "Click" he says, taking a mental selfie while waving the peace sign. Then he's back to his feet and moving deeper into the compound.

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    Clarice doesn't bother to stop and admire the work of the two depraved assholes she'd brought with her (even if their work was quite impressive). Instead, she blinks out, reappearing on the otherside of the compound to start taking out some of the guards on this side. She manages to take out another pair of them with the same trick - unfortunately, a third man comes walking around the corner of a building at just about that moment, speaking in a conversational, questioning tone in a language Clarice can't understand. She can only assume that the surprised exclimation he lets out upon spotting the cleanly split corpses spilling blood and entrails over the floor was something along the lines of 'WHAT THE-?!'
    That's about all he gets out before he joins his two friends on the floor - but Clarice winces regardless. That just may have been enough to start stirring up the ant hill. Oh well - it had to happen eventually...

Mortimer Toynbee has posed:
Mortimer Toynbee does follow Wade's advice and head to take out the power supply, his tongue lashing out and wrapping around the makeshift generator, lifting it up and bashing it into the ground repeatedly until it breaks and starts to leak gasoline all over his appendage. A spark goes off and momentarily sets his tongue aflame and, while it hurts quite a bit, Mortimer can't entirely resist taking advantage and so a few of the enemy find th emselves whipped with flaming mutant tongue, lashing them like Indiana Jones at the psycho circus.

Toad hisses animalistically, hopping up on an old SUV they had stolen for the cause, "I'm gonna quench this thing in your gutsthhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he shouts, the flaming tongue raising over his head before he plunges it down, fulfilling his promise as he drives it into the resistance and douses the flame in innard juice.

Wade Wilson has posed:
    The anthill has been stirred and more guards start pouring out of the makeshift tents. Three of them bear down on Deadpool and causes the Merc with a Mouth to stop short. Two can't be older than 15. The hesitation gets him riddled with gunshots. His body jerking and twitching with the small caliber rifle fire 5.56s hurt but not anything more than he's sustained. He staggers and drops to a knee. "Motherfuckers..." he grumbles.

    Rising to his feet he reaches for throwing knives at his belt. "I *just* got this suit *detailed!*" he cries out as he flings one, two, three.

    One and two were thrown by the balancing handle of the instrument. They turn end over end and one hits the young shooter in the forehead, knocking him unconcious but not killing him. The second of the misthrown blades hits the young man in the chest, knocking the wind from him and sending him to wheezing fits as he drops his gun. The third knife, thown conventionally, embeds itself in the older guard's eyesocket, sending him screaming and clutching at his face. The screams are silenced after the crack of a gunshot from Deadpool's heavy pistol putting a bullet in his skull.

    He stops at the wheezing young man, still grabbing for his gun, and kicks the gun away. "Take my advice kid, naps are great" he says before landing a chop to the back of the kid's neck, dropping him to the ground in an unconscious heap.

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    ...right. She's with Toad.
    As more bodies start pouring out of the buildings, huts, and tents, Clarice strides towards them with javelins clutched in each of her hands. She wasn't quite sure the full population of this camp. A hundred men? Perhaps more? She really didn't think that mattered, though. A few of the men open fire on her as she approaches, but she stops behind one of her portals - while an exit portal appears above the men, taking them out with their own fire.
    As the lights flicker out, she pulls down her nightvision goggles, looking at a small, confused boy, shrinking back towards one of the huts with a gun clutched in his hands. Was he even a teenager yet? Pulling a small vial from her vest, she holds it in her hands, concentrating on removing the liquid from it - and teleporting it into the boy's buttocks. He cries out in pain from the damage the portal does to him - but moments later he slumps over unconscious. ...good to know all her practice was paying off.

Mortimer Toynbee has posed:
Mortimer Toynbee lands on the chest of one that turns out to be a kid soldier with a controlling helmet strapped to his noggin, "Oopsy daisy there, me lad, poor wee mutie slug, we'll get bettin' ya right fixed up an' killing these pieces o' scuttle for every wicked deed they did to ye, you just lay there now all quiet while yer Wise Uncle Toad rips their guts out fer their presumption, ya ken?"

And then he's catapulting from one to another, kicking, twisting, slobbering, finally grasping one and landing on his back, doing a somersault monkey flip to fling the man through the air to impale himself on their satellite transceiver.

Wade Wilson has posed:
    The spray of gunfire and the general chaos has Wade moving through with his own gun in one hand and the katana in the other. Hammers of high caliber fire are interspersed with the singing whistle of blade swings.

    Wade pretty much ignores the bullets that hit him, low velocity rifle shots hurt but they heal just as quickly. He reaches a wall of three 13 to 15 year olds and drops his gun for long enough to flip his katana and, gripping it like baseball bat by the blade, he Louisville Sluggers one into the others and gives a swift kick to each as he knocks them out.

    He shakes out his hand as the thin slice closes up and continues on. "Any clue on where the captives are?" he asks, over the comms. They are wearing comms right?

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "I don't think there's a centralized location - once they're sufficiently indoctinated, and terrified into compliance," Clarice answers through the comms. "If they've got any fresh captives, though, I'd imagine they'd be in one of the sturdier buildings to help keep them contained." It was hard to say which, though. Satellite images of the camp had been sporatic at best.
    She continues through the camp as she talks, cartwheelings out of the way of some incoming gunfire, and then tossing a javelin at the man - he falls to thr ground, once more split in half by a portal. When she's back on her feet, she switches the vision mode of her goggles over to thermal imaging adding, "I see a clump of people cowering together in a structure to the north of where the generator was located. There looks to be a guard with them."

Mortimer Toynbee has posed:
Mortimer Toynbee finishes twisting the neck vertebrae of one of the soldiers who'd fallen into his clutches, "Oooooooo, I do love a wee bit o' cowerin', somethin' special when you see 'em get all weepy and runnin' piss down their ol' thighs at the sight of Toad," he snickers.

His leap carries him a third of the way across camp in a single bound, somersaulting overhead and beginning to target himself towards that cluster, "I sees 'em, Blinkie Boo, c'mon now, you and Dead Meat Dingus back there join in an' we'll have ourselves a proper wee slaughter, aye?"

Wade Wilson has posed:
    "Dead Meat Dingus?" Deadpool chatters over the comms. "God you're the worst..." he says as he levels another guard with the final bullet in his clip.

    He ejects it and loads another as he slashes low on one guard and high on another, removing one at the ankles and another at the head. Before firing downing another three.

    "Be right there. Some of us like a clear exit path if we need one... I'm sorry I'm slowing you down." He jogs forward and fires behind him another three times taking out the three that were following him.

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "Toad- Toad, I think those are the captives. We don't kill cowering women and children," Clarice reminds the man through the comms, letting out a frustrated sigh.
    Honestly, she loves Toad's enthusiasm but- really?
    As Clarice spots several men converging on her location around the edges of one of the buildings, she blinks out, reapparing on the roof of one of the buildings, with a sniper's vantage down on them. A few of the figures seem rather slight in stature, and so working under the assumption that they were children, she pulls out more of the vials. It takes a serious amount of concentration to teleport the small amount of liquid out of the vials, and safely into the children who slump to the floor - but it was very satisfying to finally be able to put the technique into practice. Once the children were all down, she creates a large portal where the rest of the soldiers were still walking - positioning it horizontally, at about chest height. Hopefully the children were unconscious, and didn't witness that horror.

Mortimer Toynbee has posed:
Mortimer Toynbee makes a loud sigh into the comms, "Ooooooooooooooooooooh. Sorry, I thought it was more baddies to splatter. So sorry, kissy your feetses, Blink, Toad won't go near them, then, don't want to make them poo poo in terror," he giggles. Somehow engaging in so much violence, after such a long pause, seems to have left Toad a little dreamy and almost manic. Like an addict who'd been going cold turkey finally indulging.

He runs down stragglers, then, as things are starting to break down, the soldiers realizing they have no hope except to flee, to run, to survive.

Which, to be fair, with Toad in pursuit, is no hope at all.

Wade Wilson has posed:
    Wade reaches the cowering captives and turns. "Alright. Stay put people. We'll get you out of here in not time." He sheathes the katana and goes full ranged DPS on the approaching guards. A hail of gunfire and knives eliminating them with surgical efficiancy.

    "Anytime you want you can start getting them out of here Blink, I'm go--!" He cuts off and screams in pain before shuting.

    "You son of a bitch! A cock shot!? Really!? I was planning of getting laid tonight and you go and shoot me right in the balls?!" He unloads a good 10 rounds into the unsuspecting shooter (who thankfully was older) before rubbing a hand over his groin.

    "For fuck's sake... make me ruin my last clip too!"

    He kicks the body for good measure and draws his swords to wade (ha ha, puns) into the press of guards.

Mortimer Toynbee has posed:
Mortimer Toynbee shouts from somewhere in the jungle, "NOBODY CARES ABOUT YOUR COCK, WADE!"

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "Inbound," Clarice answers. The thermal imaging function on her goggles is terribly useful, as she finds herself a place free of any human to appear inside the building with the captives. She doesn't bother to warn them about what's about to happen - she doubts any of them speak English anyways. Concentrating, she's able to surround the group - teleporting them away to the charity she'd chosen to receive their rescued victims. She'd already dropped a sizeable cash donation with the organization to help them cover the care of such a large influex all at once.
    "Alright. Pick off any stragglers. Gather up all the weapons - we're bringing them with us. I'll see to any unconscious kids," she offers.
    The sounds of gunfire are starting to peeter out - leaving a silent jungle around them, many of the animals disturbed into silence by the violence within their home territory.