CSA: 24 Hours (Updated)

[Spideydude]

RECAP PAGE:

To get everyone caught up in the madness that is the CSA, I take this time to bring to you a brief synopsis of this world, it’s universe, and who is who.

Brad Douglas: Founder and Head of the CSA. He’s the guy who is the face for everyone to see. He’s is one of those guys who you would trust you life with even through the toughest of times. He used to be a real anti-war guy, but times change. Powers: Flight.
Zach ‘Spideydude’ Joiner: Head of the West Coast Headquarters. Second in command overall. Powers: Ability to absorb energies and use them for personal use. Using Muscle Memory, he can go back and use previously stored power if necessary. Side effect: Ages him rapidly if used for massive and extensive amounts of time.
Groble: Field Leader of CSA East Coast Division. Powers: Can control nature, super strength. Facts: Doesn’t always Trust Zach’s orders, he follows, but only that his ends sometimes will justify the means.
Scarlet Spider: Has Spider Powers. Little is known about him. Member of CSA: West Coast.
Venom65437: He got a version of the Venom costume from the program. The Number comes from the amount of attempts the Program tried.
The Program: A secret cabal of powerful men designed to destroy, mould, and shape the world as they see fit.
Black: The Double Agent. He answers to Zach and Brad with info about the Program. Currently, he is off the grid, the CSa haven’t heard from him for months. The last time anyone saw him was when the CSA were in Iraq.

(Note: As more and more people get introduced, we will see this list updated.)

[Spideydude]

THE STORY SO FAR:

How did one get to this point and time? Well, here to help you though the heaps of stories that are currently in the past, I bring you this brief description.

In the Beginning…

When the Avengers break up, Brad Douglas buys out the Stark Foundation and becomes Chairman of the Avengers. When starting out, the Crawl Space was the headquarters, nicknamed because of it’s size. Though Various adventures, the CSA become a cohesive unit. That is, until Zach Joiner shows up to shake things up a bit. He arrived after a massive battle in Central Park featuring the Hand, who are a group of assassins in ninja outfits, Zach stepped in to stop a plan that featured the Tri-Sentinel, a robot that would’ve destroyed much of the city of New York, as well as the world. After this crisis was averted, Zach formally joined the CSA. Not long after though, he was put on Trial for attempted murder, a accusation that was later found to be bias against super heroes. Zach was cleared of all charges.

Things wouldn’t get any easier though, as old enemies from Zach’s past became the CSA’s enemies as well. Mark Stone, a man who had a long standing hatred for Zach, a man who went so far as to kill 10 members of his immediate family, the exception being his sister and his two parents, returned to destroy Zach once more. After Stone used his parents to bait him in, he failed to save them from falling in a vat of acid.

Not long after, a inter dimensional rift was opened and powerful Nazi’s crossed into this reality. After a long, drawn out series of battles, the CSA won, but not without cost. Groble, K-Cee and Webhead were subjected to various tests to which their leader, Groble, due to the nature of his powers, went beserk and nearly killed several of his fellow comrades, and vowed revenge on Zackary Johiner, Zach’s Nazi Counterpart, who ordered the tests. With the armies seemingly at a standstill, the CSA bravely led the way into defeating them, with the help of Zach’s long lost older brother, Ryan. In the final battle, Zach seemingly gave his life to save everyone else. But at the last moment, he was saved by Ryan, who sent him, unfortunately, to the world that the Nazi’s came from. His mission was to save that reality. He succeeded, and we’ve not seen it since.

Meanwhile during that time, the CSA mourned the loss of Zach. The next day however, Brad was jailed, and the CSA found out that their now arch enemy, Mark Stone, now OWNED the CSA!

In this startling turn of events, the CSA chose to leave, leaving everything they had behind. As Stone formed his CSA, the real CSA were forced to live on the streets, trying to take out the other CSA. Eventually, at the gala that was to be the unveiling of the new CSA, the original team defeated the new team, and Zach made his triumphant return and defeated Stone, after he allowed him to fall and break his neck.

The Program then came into play as old enemies from the past showed up and threatened to take out the CSA. The Japanese Mob tried to take out some of the members, and it was the first power play that the Program made. They recruited Black to be their eyes and ears to the CSA, and Zach advocated such as move, as to see if it would work in his favor.

As time went on, Groble became bitter with Zach over the events in the Nazi attempted takeover. This eventually spilled into violence, and Zach and Groble bitterly divided, and after overacting to what happened, he kicked Zach off the team. When two other members protested, they too were kicked off.
Zach, seeing this as a way to monitor the Program’s activites in LA, Brad allowed Zach to form the CSA: West Coast.

After going to Iraq, Zach Realized that there was a global threat to the Program, and came up with CSA: The Initiative program. Zach and Brad had a talk that as of yet is undocumented, but it will be in good time.
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[Spideydude]

CSA: 24 Hours

Prelude

CSA: West Coast # 6

Writer/Plot: Zach Joiner
Editor, Fan Fiction: Kevin Cushing
Editor in Chief: Brad Douglas

CSA Mansion—
Eastern Coast Headquarters of CSA—1800 hours
7/26/07

The CSA Member walked in to the door and pressed her thumb against the thumb reader. HAL, as the computer system was called squawked out a “Access Denied” in the speaker. Annoyed, she set down the legal boxes filled with Tapes, DVDs, CDs and the members laptop. Grabbed her Comm Devise and spoke into it, asking for Zach to get here and override the system.

Seconds later, Brad arrived and smiled.

“Sorry, the ‘webmaster and his minions’, as some like to say, are having a meeting. I forgot you told me you were doing your logs today.” Brad replied “figured that I’d get this taken care of personally.”

He said this as his thumbprint was accepted. As the door unlocked, he looked at the member.

“Listen, I know you have had a rough day yesterday, we all did. But the reason that this area of the mansion is blocked is because we don’t want very many people seeing the damage done inside.” He opened the door and the member looked around. Brad stood beside her and was grimacing as they both looked around.

On the other side was the shared remains of what once was the duos home that they shared together on countless missions. The comradely and the brother and sisterhood of this place even at this state was still felt. Memories flooded both their minds. Half the mansion was gone. The freestanding staircase which wound up the former living room and kitchen where burned up to the supports on the walls, and another door similar to the one they just walked out of was to their left. Zach performed the same procedure, and they walked together, greeted by Willi, Spiderluver and Wombat 909.

“Don’t mind us. We got the main computer working, at least for now, and Hard drives are enough to do your logs.” He said as they walked out to the south wing.

“Time to get some rest.” Willi said. Looking at Spiderluver, who was hugging the CSA member

“missed you kiddo…” The member said as he walked over and made himself comfortable. He opened up the laptop and began making his log, speaking to air as he went.

CSA: The Initiative

Two months have passed since the talk BD and Zach had. Today was the unveiling of the reserve status that was now known as the CSA Initiative. Press was called to the Crawl Space Mansion. Today there was something different. It is a presence that filled the air that hadn’t been seen in several months, something that perhaps couldn’t be explained in the sense that you can’t really expect anything with the CSA simply because no matter what they did, it was never what you expected. But people don’t really understand us, to be honest. We have a rich history of rosters, and members that exceed the hundreds.

And quite frankly, even though I’ve not been member of the CSA all that long, I know that there are things that came before so it’s also kind of sad to see this day. Because for a long time they were just a group, but now we are more… professional. It’s kind of sad in a way.

Course, I am doing this log in the computer room, which is adjacent to the living room, and it’s 60 hours after the press conference. 24 hours after that, we had one of the worst days ever. Course, basically, all our old files were corrupted, so I’m basically having to explain everything because simply put, here 12 hours removed from that day, the only log files we have are the ones that were made that day, in real time. It was in idea I had to keep better records, and ultimately, the only records that aren’t locked in Fort Knox. I’ll explain it later on, trust me, its confusing to even me. So basically, I had to get this on the communications log (aka HAL, because we love our movies so damn much) and because The ones who are new, the ones who need to learn the mistakes of the previous day. Mistakes of guys like Brad, Zach, Kevin, and the new head guy, JR. More on them in a bit.

So who are we exactly? We’re the CSA, The Crawl Spacers, The Avengers, or as we are officially called by the UN, SHIELD, US, EU, China, and NATO…. The Crawl Space Avengers.

We call ourselves the Crawl Space Avengers because of Brad, who is something of the owner of the CSA, he manages our affairs and such, and we work for him, we don’t get paid, we get free living expenses, world class medical care, and much more.

So why did he name it the Crawl Space Avengers instead of just the Avengers?

When the mansion was originally built, he called the headquarters, and specifically, the networking of computers in the state of the art computer room the Crawl Space, Brad called it that because it was designed with almost no one knowing. Spider-K, who was a clone of Peter Parker, Jimbo, the giant man of the CSA who was a bit of a redneck and Sam Kerby, as well as in later years Spiderluver, knew this place inside and out. Zach and Groble pretty much knew almost as much during their times as leaders of the CSA. As our operation grew, we expanded, we built a HUGE mansion, and well, that’s how it remains today.

I guess the press conference thing should be explained. In the past, you had a seriously great leader in Steve Rodgers, or a smart ass like Tony Stark. Brad was a little of Both. He’s got the money of Tony, with the brains of Steve. So here he is, answering questions about us, and introducing the roster changes. Sure, there were new people he introduced.

People like Drummah, Crazy Chris, Wombat 909, Sam Kerbey, who by the way came back, and a New Black Cat.

Eh, let’s just let it speak for itself.

Looking at the webcam sitting ontop of the laptop, I begin the story.

---***---

Across the country, thousands of people tuned into their local TV stations to watch the press conference live. In pubic schools that could afford them, their TVs in classrooms where glued into the TV, wanting to know who would save them from a world full of wonder, with attacks like aliens and terrorists, knowing this kind of was necessary for the survival of the human race.

Brad got up to speak. He spoke in his usual chippery radio-like voice tone. He assured everyone that these changes were for the better good, as new members were spotted up. Wombat 909, FN Spider, The Black Cat… along with old members Groble, BJC, Morbius, and Brad himself. Yeah these new guys were never tested. But part of the CSAI Project, which they were selected to be the Best of the Best.

West Coast, Zach was taking a vacation, and his team was enjoying time off, while only Venom65437, and the Scarlet Spider remained.

James, the Butler looked at the duo of CSA members enjoying Coors and watching The First season of 24.

“Anything else for you gents?” James asked with a grin as he leaned on the couch. The members shrugged. “Well, then officially my Holliday begins. Mates, see you in a week.”

“James, you have fun in England, you hear?” Venom said giving him a thumbs up.

“Will do.” He started to walk away but paused and turned around. “And Gents, please, please please…. Do not make a huge mess. If Master Zach gets back and sees you three tear his place up, he will kill you all.” The boys nodded. And with that, he picked up his things and walked into the elevator.

As he pushed the button, a ding occurred and the doors opened. Out stepped a woman of thin stature, who had straight brown hair and eyes. She looked extremely attractive and smiled. “You must be Jimmy. I’m Zach’s new personal assistant. My job is to ensure that the CSA get it right.”

“And who the hell hired you?” Scarlet asked not looking at her.

She gave him a wicked smile. “His sister. By the way, my name is Claireese Phiffer.

---***---

Jamacia—

8/24/07

1420 hours local time.

Zach looked out on the bandy beaches. Kayelee looked at him with loving eyes.

“We needed this.”

“Yeah we did.”

“So you finally took care of that thing we talked about?” She said eyeing the black ring box on the nightstand.

“I have a press conference in three days. We’ll announce our engagement then. And I’ve already got the go ahead to have it at the Ranch back home.”

She looked at him with her brown eyes, lovingly, as if after a year being back together, they finally got on track.

Lord Knows that Zach needed some sort of happiness.

---***---

Going about their normal lives seemed like the right thing to do, right? Not facing reality and getting away for awhile couldn’t possibly hurt right? Looking back on it now, it’s like we didn’t ever think that the worst day was about to begin in just 12 hours. Not only would this affect me, but the whole team. Little did we know that this…. Was just the beginning.

-End of Prelude.

[Spideydude]

In the Beginning… there was a group of heroes that united together for a common goal: to protect and to serve. But now that there is more to it… it’s not just about doing that anymore. Not before this day ends. Note: All of this transmission is done 48 hours after the events. Presented to you, as only someone who lived it can.

23:59:59:59

CSA: 24 Hours

“Hour One- The Beginning”

Zach Joiner- AKA the crazy SOB who plugged this story known as THE WRITER
Mark McKnight-AKA the Friend who is the coolest partner in the EDITING ROOM
Kevin Cushing-AKA Morbius whom edits in his own little world, the FAN FIC SECTION EDITOR
JR Fettinger- AKA the MADDEST GOBLIN ever, who writes better than I
Brad Douglas- AKA the WEBMASTER, PUBLISHER, and dude who won’t pull my crap off the cyber shelf, even if it is bad.

LAST ISH: The Program! The last day of normalcy in the CSA’s lives! Who will live? Die? The day has only begun! -Z

00:00:00:00

Program Headquarters—Undisclosed Location.

“Bring him here.” His voice booming over the speakers, as two agents sat the man down, with his head covered, the exposure to the light was like hitting him with a hammer. His squinted at the men seated in front of him. Beaten, bruised, and in a lot of pain, the CSA member known as Black looked at these men, whose faces he had never seen, working for them for reasons not just his own, sitting there, disoriented due to three days lack of food or water.

“We know that you’re working with the CSA. We know of your relationship with Zach Joiner.”

“Yeah? And?” A smack across the face. Stinging, he looked up at the man who was hitting him. He recognized him instantly.

“YOU?!”

Then he faded into darkness.

---***---

Canadian Wilderness.

A girl is walking along, her blue hair waving with the wind. Abandoned by her family, she attempted to seek comfort in a Messiah. But she was Cast out, rejected, she went home. Now she walks along the highway that began her journey. Seeking shelter in the form of drivers or people who feel bad for her, she begins her journey. Sent a letter by her friend named Wade of a place that isn't Xavier's institute, so, she clutches the paper in her hand. A driver stops, offers her a ride.

She reluctantly accepts.

The blue in her hair stuck out in the bright domelight in the cab of the pick up. Her goggles were pushed up so that it acted as a band to pull her hair back out of her face.

“Thanks.” She said.

“You looked lost kiddo, where to?”

“New York.”

“You got a mighty long way to go sweetheart. Aboot 300 miles.”

“I know that. Get me there. Please.”

“Bit off my trail, but I can take you as far as I can.”

---***---

Otto Octavious looks on, his guests about to arrive, and looking on, he knew of a cunning plan that would cripple the heart of not just the city, but the entire network of power.

The Sinister Six were back.

Kraven, Hobgoblin, Myseterio, Vulture, Electro and himself, Doctor Octopus.

“Good to see everyone took my letter seriously.” He chided at the group. “With this plan, we will be successful in attaining the means nessessary to further strengthen our goals.”

“Yeah? Well, how about explaining how we are gunna be apart of your master plan..”

“Several years ago, a massive blackout hit New York, effecting almost all of the eastern seaboard.” He explained using a map. “During that time, various accounts were effected. Now, if we were to do a similar blackout, then we could attain, through backdooring the sources, the money to accounts untraceable overseas.”

“So, we would get a lot of money? Right?” Electro asked

“Yes. A lot more. On top of that, we will get even more. There are certain people who thrive off of instablility, and use that point and time to increase profits. And what better place to make the most profits?”

“New York” Mysterio said.

“I am working with such a group.” Otto said.

---***---

Zach sipped his mixed drink. It was late. Softly in the distance the moon starts to set over the crystal clear water that makes up the island of Jamaica. He thought of sleeping, but of course, with all that’s happened in the past, he has trouble. He figures he can nightcap the evening, and hit the hay, snuggled up with his now fiancé, in the nice, confortable bed that awaits him.

A Buzz. The Tower was calling.

“Hello?”

“Who is Claireese Phiffier?”

“Old flame. Don’t ask. Why you bringing it up?”

“She’s here, sent by your sister.”

Zach paused. Why would his baby sister send an old flame out to check on him? Didn’t make any sense.

“Let her do her thing. She acts weird, you call me.”

--***---

Space—

The ship entered earths orbit. Stopped, and the other followed suit. Now wasn’t the time for error, at the precise moment, they will strike.

It’s only a matter of time.

-TO be Continued.

00:59:59:59

[Spideydude]

CSA: 24

’01:00:00-01:59:59’

‘BLACKOUT! PART ONE (OF SIX)

Written By: Zach ‘his awesomeness’ Joiner
Edited by: Mark ‘blackest of night, only white’ McKnight
Associate Editor: JR ‘Grandpa or the crazy uncle who we love’ Fettinger
Editor-in-Chief: Kevin ‘Wannabe Prince of F*(king Darkness, Morbius’ Cushing
Publisher: Brad ‘the non creepy crawler, who is the coolest webmaster EVER’ Douglas

PREVIOUSLY….

The Sinister Six! Zach in Paradise! Somethings amiss in Space! Black gets the S**t beat out of him! All this in an hour?! Join our nefarious group of evil doers, trying to take over the world.. again. –Much love, Z.

--***--

As Electro started to siphon off the electricity, Doc Ock looked at the others, telling them to be ready for Spider-Man, or some other team.

Electro started to charge up. Doc Ock had studied how his power works, and worked on the potential of what Electro could do. The Program had funded this venture to possibly use him in the future for their own purposes.
As he powered up, he had to sap the power from New York, combined from his own area of experience, as well as Otto’s, for the first time, Max Dillon felt that there is a collaborative effort between the two. For years, the man known as Electro was simply perceived as a simple line man, who knew nothing about the true potential of his power, while he was no genius, he felt the need to consult with Otto.

When he starts to siphon off the current, injecting it into his system, as it becomes part of the electrodes in his bloodstream, as the nerves start to overload, he focuses more on where he is going.


Now, he has become not just part of the raw power, but something more, he now apart of the current, and had the ability control more, he is now the current. He has the ability of go anywhere the current takes him, any place. He is now the ultimate weapon.

--***--

CSA Mansion—

WUMP. WUMP. The sound of footsteps wumping on the floor could be heard in every room as the being known as Groble walked to the kitchen. As he walked he passed many doors, all leading to similar rooms such as the one he just came from, his sleeping quarters. The fact was that he put himself in charge of patrol during the evenings because he was a night owl. Eventually the hall opened itself up to the largest room in the house, the living room. Some people marvel at the architecture of the room, with it’s vast, staircase that circles itself around the room all the while leading access to the two other stories around it, with more quarters, game rooms, the war room with it’s many doors, and to the excerise room.

Passing that, he reached his destination, the kitchen, as to which he was startled to see someone in there, a feminine figure who was bent over in the massive fridge, wearing barely a night gown. He flipped on the light, and started, the girl shot up, gasping.

“K-Cee…?” Groble asked quizzingly.

K-Cee was one of the oldest members of the team, she had been around for several years, from around the time she turned 17. She looked at Groble as if he was the spawn of satan, as the two had a massive falling out, largely due to Groble’s kicking out Zach and two other fellow teammates. When she chose to stay with Zach after hearing his side of the story, Groble proceeded to kick her out as well. Brad, of course knowing far more about what was going on behind the scenes, overrode Groble’s decision and reinstated the four members shortly before Zach took his vacation.

“Hello Groble. I was hoping to get my midnight snack before you got up to do patrols. Looks like I was too late.” She said in a hateful, resenting tone.

Groble signed looking at the ground. He knew he had made a mistake, and for the sake of the twos long relationship as partners in their war on crime, he had to say something to her.

“I understand your anger.” He said, but just as she was about to interject, he waved his hand to let himself finish. “Zach, myself and BD had a meeting of minds the other night. They told me of their larger plan to help us defeat the program. The other branch was just part of a larger plan. I was wrong. I apologize. My selfishness got in the way of leading this team.”

Her scowl turned into a relenting smile. “You’re forgiven for now. You screw me like that again, Zach will kick your ass.”

Groble laughed his harty laugh. “Ah yes, the wonderful Zach Joiner will kick all our asses. Pissh, I was holding back.”

“Uh huh, he kicked your ass.” She gave him a nudge. “Don’t feel bad Grobes, he knows more techinique than most of us do.” She motioned him as to offer him ice cream.

“Nah, better not, I’m on patrol tonight. Got to watch that girlish figure you know.”

She laughed. “YOU? Girlish figure? Yeah if the Hulk had tits!”

“Isn’t that She-Hulk?” He quipped.

“Heh, she’s pretty touchy about her weight. She could also kick your ass.”

As they laughed, the lights flickered.

01:10:37

-***-

01:10:42

Jamaica—

Zach, still awake from earlier, decided that he would see how Black was doing on the Program front, using the only available number that Black was close to.

After several rings, his Voicemail came up.

“Black, when you get this, I need a report asap. Joiner out.”

He then called the mansion.

“Hello Zach.” Groble answered. “I thought you were on holliday”

“Its been a week. I was just checking in.” He said with a smile.

“Pretty slow this week mate, course when that happens, all hell breaks loose.” Groble said.

“HI Zack!” K-Cee yelled as she grabbed the phone out of his hand. “Did Kayelee like it?”

“She loved the ring, thank you K.” She smiled knowing that she would have loved it, as K-Cee had become friends with Kayelee.

“so what are you doing right now?”

“As we speak, I’m at a bar, drinking a nightcap.” He said looking at his glass

“Good. Have fun.”

“I Will, tell Groble to report any irregularities to me.”

“You just focus on Kayelee, we got it from here.”

“I’ll talk to you guys later.” Zach said. He hung up the phone, and looked back on the water as he wondered what was coming, a shiver came down his spine.

---***---

01:19:05

Electro looks down at himself. His natural electrical field cracked like never before, he put on a helmet that allowed him to access things such as bank statements, using his power he knew that he was getting closer, closer to their goal: Power, figuratively and monetarily. Shocker stood prepared to help him, as his wrist bands had been augmented to help sustain the overall strain of the electrodes that would becoming from him, and Shocker would take some of that off, using it to also increase his own power.

A win-win. Shocker thought to himself. He looked out on the city, and saw that the plan was working. He turned to Ock, saying: “Looks like your plan worked this time.”

Ock scoffed at that notion, he knew it would work, as his arrogance always had blinded him to the fact that he always had great plans, but it was the fools around him who screwed everything up. He simply replied: “Indeed.” Insolent fool. He thought to himself.

--***--

01:29:36

CSA Mansion

Groble looked at his watch. Almost time. He looked at K-Cee, smiling. “Looks like our new recruits are going to be late.” K-Cee knew that look. Groble was known as the person who would be the worst person to wake up to, and he was notorious for going to each members quarters and beating the doors til they were answered. This night, for those guys would be no exception.

He knocked on the doors for a good 4 minutes before he had a response, the first being a new recruit, whose codename was Wombat 909.

“You’re the new Logistics Coordinator, right?”

He sleepily replied in his British accent, “Yeah mate, till you fucking woke my ass an’ ever one elses asses up, I was doing quite fucking well thank you.”

Groble grinned. “You’ll be fine. You’re in charge of mainframes, logistics, and keeping us informed on any surprises.”

“Got it.” He said as he walked toward the Crawl Space.

The Next recruit was George Berryman. He was a barreled chested man, very stocky with a round face and beard covering most of his facial features. To his side, he had a lasso, and a belt full of different gagets and gizmos and different types of things, in a way he looked kinda like a hairy version of a certain winged rodent.

“Looks like you have enough crap to take out the sinister six!”

“Indeed, I do man, I’m here to help.”

01:30:56

--***--

Program Headquaters.

Undisclosed Location

01:45:11

Black Emerged from his cell holding his head, He was ordered around into the Control Room, where he had frequented many times before. They sat him down, and he faced a chair that was turned towards the window, facing the Swiss alps.

“Wonderful View is it not?” The Man said, with a grin.
“Drop Dead.” Black yelled.
“Dead? I’ve already done that…” He Said turning around and facing him.
Black’s Jaw Clinched.
“Miss me?” The Man Said.
“Not really.” Black said.
“I’m here to give you your next mission.” He said. “It will give you a familiar target, somehow I don’t think this will be a problem.”
He handed him the manila envelope. “Him?”
“Yes Him.”
“But… He hit me a half hour ago!”
“Who says it wasn’t him who ordered the hit?”
Black sat back more confused than ever when his accomplice walked in. “Meet Chris.” He said. “You might know him better as his alas, CrazyChris.”

--***--
The CSA started to pack their gear to get ready for their nightwatch. After they loaded up, a knock on the Door.
Groble answered with a grunt. He opened the door, and a girl with Blue Hair emerged into the light.

“Hi I’m Jen, but my friends call me Drummah. I was reffered here from Wade Wilson, AKA Deadpool. You Groble, Brad, Zach or Kevin?”
“I’m Groble.”

She stuck out her hand and grabbed Grobes, and as she did, the lights went out.

01:59:59

To Be Continued.

[Spideydude]

02:00:00

CSA: 24 Hours

BLACKOUT PART 3 of 4.

The Seconds ticked away like grains of sand in an hourglass. They had about 3 hours before anyone really noticed, but already the commotion had begun. Electro had siphoned enough electricity that the Blackout started. Chaos had begun on the streets, as red lights went out, Police had been mobilized, and the CSA stood looking outside their front door. Groble looked at K-Cee, and back at Jen.
“So your codename is Drummah?”
“Yeah, its because my powers are sound-based.”
He Frowned. He looked at the sheet of paper that she had, and back at her. His eyes scanned her, looking up and down, she was somewhat frumpy, with her goggles pulling her brown hair with blue streaks back.
“So… You were sent by Wade Effing Wilson?”
“Yeah, that some kinda problem?”
He grabbed his phone, dialing Nick Akrivos, a former CSA member who was apart of the CSA, shortly before taking a leave of absence to help Storm and Black Panther with their affairs to the US on a diplomatic conference with the United Nations.

“Luckily this is a Satalite Phone.” It Rang, twice before picking up on the other end.

“Feckin A man, its 2 AM!”\
“Sorry Nick, Just a quick question, is Drummah Jen someone you’ll vouch for?”
“It’s been awhile since Wade’s mentioned her, but yeah, she seems pretty alright. Why, she at your front door or something?”
“Heh, Yeah, she is, to be exact.”
“She’s good, Powerful too.”
He muttered something else back to Nick, before hearing an explosion far off in the distance. He hung up the phone, and put in his ear piece, and told the rest of the crew form up.

“CSA: ASSEMBLE!”

--***--
*THIS IS WHERE MARK STOPPED*

The General looked at Black as if he knew that he doubted him.

“Black, you have one chance to answer this: You working for me, or Zach?”

Black grinned at him, knowing that few people in his standing would come right out and ask such as question, but he answered anyway.

“My allegiances are not your concern, sir. I work for you as a double agent. What makes you think I trust Zach Joiner?”

“I know you worked with him in the past Black.”

“Who said I liked working with him?” Black said razing an eyebrow, before walking off.

The General conceded that there was nothing more to be said, and turned and walked into an adjacent room. He looked at the man, who was facing away from him, and clicked his belt, showing his true form.

“I know you’re here.”

A man in a wheelchair came into the light, staring at him.

“You know you won’t kill him.”

“I don’t intend to, but I intend on disrupting him enough for the plan to succeed.”

--***--

Months ago—

Pakistan

Throughout it all, Chris knew that he didn’t need to get close to his target, he just needed to fulfill his duty in taking him out. He was a simple paid for hire assassin, in that he just needs to do his job, no questions as to why. He worked for both sides of the law, the CIA, SHIELD, the Program, and others such as Hydra, and the Hand. He took out his silencer and put it on the end of his high powered sniper rifle. He looked at the picture of the target and frowned. Didn’t seem that important, but never mind. Still, he needed his meds to steady his hand and his nerves. Popping them in like candy, he grabbed his gun and aimed.

Firing into the night, the bullet pieced his skull and brain matter flew everywhere, Chris was supposed to kill him discreetly, but the target had to do something wrong. He merely wanted to prove that point to this man’s family.

Don’t Mess with the Program.

-***-

Electro glowed a blue hue and started to gain more control over his surroundings, he looked at Otto and smiled. Finally, a plan that’s working.

Suddenly an explosion occurred.

Groble looked at the sinister six. “Damn you and destroying a perfectly pleasant evening.”

Looking at his team he smiled. “Time to earn your stripes.”

_***_


Zach looked at his watch.

3:40 am.

“Damn” Zach said. “You’d think that I could sleep at this hour.”

Knowing that something was up, he flipped on the tube.

FOX NEWS ALERT!

A massive blackout has hit the city of New York! We’re running on reserve power, but we don’t know how long we’ll be on the air. Please stay with us, we will try to determine the cause of this..

*Click*

Zach Frowned.

“This is going to be a long long day.” He thought.

He grabbed the phone, but just as he did, it rang.

“You have your tickets in your top drawer. Do not alarm Kayelee. She will be just fine. But we need you. Now.”

*Click*

He stared at the phone “Unlisted.” Kayelee looked up at him.

“Whats wrong?”

“I’m being set up. We have to get to New York. Now.”

Fifteen minutes later:

The plane started to take off. Kayelee rested her head on Zach’s shoulder and started to fall asleep. He looked at his watch again.

3:55.

He looked around on the plane. It was him, Kayelee, another three couples and a man in an overcoat.

“Looks like that’s the guy who wants me dead.” He whispered.

He had to have heard him and he got up and walked right up to Zach and pulled out a gun and pointed it right out at his head. He cocked it into place.

Kayelee’s eyes opened wide.

Her head stop up.

“Time to die.”

To be Continued.

[Spideydude]

Major Editors Note: This story takes place in a previous continuity, meaning that there are certain character that are introduced, (George, Kevin) that are in no way relatted to the counterparts in the Current CSA Series.

I've been wanting to finish this for a while, and I think I'm going to do so these next few days. Anyway, on the Story.

BLACKOUT! Part 4 of 4.

Written By: Zach Joiner

'Hours 3-6'

"Time to Die."

Zach's eyes stared straight ahead, peopel on the plane started to freak out. Zach Motioned the stewartess, to tell the Pilot to keep flying. He continued to look ahead asking: "Crazy Chris eh?"

"I.. hate that name."

"Death has never scared me Chris. The people that you work for? They're cowards. If they really wanted me dead, they'd do it themselves. You know damn and good well that you won't kill me with all these witnesses, that's not your style, so how much did they pay you? 10 Million?"

Chris shifted his weight, looking down on the ground, he shook his head. "20." He said as he fired a shot.

--***--

Electro looked at Groble, the nature man. His hand crackled with electricity, and he reared back and threw the bolt. Groble dodged his attack and grabbed a piece of wall and threw it at him.

Electro fired a blast to move it out of his way. "You've gone off the chain in the last Groble, now its MY TURN!"

THe rest of the CSA looked petrified, as Groble Continued to try to defeat his long-time enemy. George started to shoot his gun, but was foiled by Doctor Octopus, as he used his arms to start squeezing out the life of George. Morbius entervined. He reared his head back and bit into his neck, and then broke it. Otto's lifeless body fell to the ground, and Kevin grabbed George's arm.

"Come on. We gotta help Groble."

BY this point, K-Cee was working with Drummah to isolate the rest of the sinister six. Just as he started to expand his mass, Drummah hit a sonic clap, Dispersing the sand, but just as she did this, the room they were in started to dissapate, as Mysterio looked at them approvingly.

"Well done. You've fallen into our trap."

"Electro? Shocker? Kill them..." Otto Ordered. And with that, they disappeared. Electro Started to build up the energy that was coursing through him and started to give it to shocker, inhancing his gaunlets.

Electro smiled. The groud started to shake, and

Kevin grabbed Groble, K-Cee and George. "Get us out of here!" She blinked.

Safely away from the explosion that occured. Electro flew into the air and then grather up more energy.

"He's Aiming towards the mansion!" Grouble yelled.

"K-Cee. Port in there and get Brad out. NOW!"

She followed orders, and just as she left, Electro Fired.

TO BE CONTINUED