Operation: Cold Blooded Vol 1 1

Union Crack (Part One) is the first issue of Operation: Cold Blooded. It is written by Photon.

Preview
A man in dirty, ragged clothes is pushed down onto his knees. A bag over his head keeps his face out of the view of the leader of the terrorist cell, who approaches while holding a large gun. “We found him in the lower levels.*”

“Very well. It seems he has a wish for a bullet through his skull.*” He puts the gun against the man’s head, “Take off the bag. I want to see his face when it explodes.*”

'*Translated from Arabic '

As the bag is pulled off of his head, the blonde SHIELD agent starts laughing, “This is really dramatic, isn’t it?” In one swift movement, he stands, kicks the man next to him, quickly pulls out a metal cube that changes shape to form a gun, and fires a bullet into the leader’s head. He spins around, launching several shots, all of which hit the intended targets. His gun becomes a large blaster, which he fires at the door, breaking them off their hinges. As he runs through the base, he continues to fire at the various guards of the organisation’s base.

Bursting out into the sunlight, he finds himself confronted by men with guns, “Drop the weapon!*”

“Woah, boys. Calm down. We can handle this nice and calm…ah, f*** it.” The blaster changes shape, forming a large shield to block the wave of bullets. From the shield, the metal stretches out into large spikes, which stab into the guns, causing backfires in each one. As the men drop to the ground, the captured man begins his run across the desert.

VREEP! VREEP! He answers his comms device, “Hello?”

“Nathan, what the hell are you doing?”

“What do you mean?” His shield morphs into a wheel-less skateboard, which he quickly jumps onto as it activates and hovers across the desert at insane speed, sending sand shooting up into the air behind him.

“Sara commed in to say you walked straight into Ten Rings territory.”

“Well, to be fair, I’m currently speeding away from it at…” He puts his hand above his head, “I don’t know…maybe…forty kilometres an hour?”

“You’re aware the Helicarrier is launching tomorrow, right? From England? You might want to hurry.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got a ride.” He sees the jet flying overhead, and the hoverboard rises up higher and higher, until it enters the back of the jet.

“Good to have you on board.” The pilot looks back briefly, before pulling up.

