Thread: Beat the Elite

His long dark brown rain coat beat silently in the wind as he watched closely what transpired below. Not that he needed a rain coat for any kind of protection, but he wasn't keen on getting wet, and the engineering on the tissue of his garments was only a few technological steps below the enhancements on his own body. Howard was the greatest hero of 2E, the Eagle Elite, the special team that enforced the law and the order in the best public interest across the whole country. He wasn't the nationwide commander. More of an action man, he preferred taking on the jobs himself than managing the others activity. And his efficiency had not only granted him his hero status, but also the hardest jobs available. His strict training and powerful enhancements combined perfectly to give him what he needed to succeed at most of these missions. Every now and then he'd need some kind of extra equipment, but he could usually take care of it on his own. Between genetic engineering and nanotech additions, his body was the most perfect combination of human development and God's will so far in history. Augmented senses - all five of them - had been an old development on this field, but none were as perfect as his own. And then on 2E operatives there were other, deeper modifications. His skin was an armor in itself, impervious to extreme heat, softening almost any kind of blow he could suffer. Some said the 2E soldiers were even bullet-proof. His bones were chemically altered in a molecular level to increase resistance. Lungs were enhanced for increased performance, for although the could go long without breathing, he still dependend on Oxygen ultimately. Thanks to DNA recombination and reactivation techniques, his muscles could develop the power of several men with the agility of a cat, even though his physique was more akin to that of a swimmer, with broad shoulders and lean, defined lines. His blood carried the previous pinnacle in nanobots, the healing add-ons that would rapidly close the occasional wounds and quickly reduce pain. He also carried the newest nanotech advancement. His nervous system was completely covered in the smallest quantum chips ever made, greatly accelerating his reactions. Not all the 2E had thus been enhanced yet, and some said that Howard could actually read minds. On top of all that came his training, of course. Raised since birth to be a champion in a highly competitive familiar environment, as a teenager he started volunteering for the experiments that would make him as he was now, and with that started his practice. He was already an accomplished swimmer and runner. He then started practicing varied fighting styles suited to what his body would become, as well as acrobatic moves to take advantage of his increased strength and resistance, thus relieving the need for equipment many times. Even the equipment he acquainted himself with was special. His handgun was so powerful that its small plasma-state bolt could punch a hole into any known armor. Yet it gave such a kick back that he was probably the only man alive who would shoot it straight. He preferred the more silent knives he usually carried though. One coated in paralysing venom to which his blood made himself immune, the other giving off a short-range laser field along its blade, effectively making it the closest that reality had ever got to the light sabers of ancient fantasy. This one mission was different from his usual assignments in that it wasn't supposed to be so tough. With the help of a couple undercover agents, the back-office at 2E HQ had managed to fool this small group - for five men wasn't really much of a challenge to someone like Howard - into bringing the information they needed to this place. No, he wasn't assigned this mission for its challenge, but for its importance. Rare were the jobs as important as pinning Donnavin. He had tried himself a couple of times, but Donnavin was fickle as a ghost and slippery as soap. From three stories above he observed as the strong men passed on the briefcase he was going to... acquire. They probably had their few enhancements as well. Donnavin wouldn't have such vital information on the hands of common thugs. But Howard was pretty sure they wouldn't be a match. Time to fly... He calmly passed his palm over his short razed black hair, an old habit of his before engaging in a challenge, and elegantly jumped from the slim titanide steel structure upon which he had been perched. His coat briefly flew up, the special soft synthetic tissue flapping silently as a bat, making his clothing apparent his dark brown pants made of silk-a-more, very light, comfortably stretching and comfortably loose on his legs his long sleeve, buttonless shirt clinging more closely to his chest, its Gen7 Kevlar fibers designed for even greater protection than his own skin. His soft padded boots touched the ground finally letting out an inevitable thud from the fall. Devxx said Well boys, it's been fun but I think it's time for the show to begin. Click to expand... Did any of them whisper something? He was sure he had heard a soft voice, though it sounded feminine and these guys seemed like they had YY cromossomes. Silent as he used to be when operating solo, he extended his knees and ran head on towards the first man who had already drawn a weird pistol. Gotta remember to pick that up and take it to the lab he thought to himself as his right hand slapped the weapon out, quickly following with a powerful roundhouse kick that sent the man tumbling back on top of the one who currently had the briefcase. None of them could quite understand how the short bearded man was on to them so quickly, it seemed that his steps were like leaps of a cheetah. Arms and legs and elbows and knees started swinging and being swung around wildly. Now this is what the ancient would call a melee. His voice could be heard clearly, even though he was exerting himself.