7944/Recruiting the Terminator

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Recruiting the Terminator
Date of Scene: 18 June 2019
Location: Unknown
Synopsis: L1 recruits Deathstroke to the Light as an Enforcer.
Cast of Characters: Lex Luthor, Deadshot, Deathstroke




Lex Luthor has posed:
It's been a long time coming. Evaluations, threat assessments, monitoring. Mitigation if things go wrong. There were many candidates for the job of head enforcer for the Light, but Deathstroke has beaten them all out for sheer experience and merit.

Today, L1 is making the offer, with Deadshot as the messenger.

At a known mercenary dive in Metropolis, a new 'employer' has sent a request for a meeting. Deadshot would be the representative sent for it.

For Deadshot, The man known only as L1 to the wider world has sent him to meet with Deathstroke, a tablet for anonymous communication in hand. The intention? Show that Deadshot was onboard with the offer, showing the resources and clout involved, without compromising information security.

Deadshot has posed:
Deadshot's been involved in this, and he's absolutely invested in it, but he knows what he's been told to do. Sliding into a seat, Deadshot looks over and nods. This....this is the place, a mercenary hangout. Dark, brooding, dangerous. Deadshot's liking it already with a neat drink at his fingertips. He nods and sips his drink. Not that he's stupid enough to drink on the job, mind....but it's water, colored to look like alcohol. There's ice cubes in it, and Deadshot's impressed. He's done his part. Now....now he's just a messenger, with an offer. He sits back, tablet in his lap. He'll use it when the time is right.

Deathstroke has posed:
Deathstroke has received a call, and not as Wilson Slade, but as Deathstroke. And since Deathstroke is the destinatary of the summon, it is in Deathstroke's armour that the veteran is now dressed. Years of experience, withou mentioning a certain amount of enhancements, made him quite adept at stealthy movements, and to help this he doesn't look like a weapon store today. Just like a weapon cabinet.
The hilt of a broadsword peeks from over his right shoulder, a rifle looks from over his left one, two bandoliers are crisscrossed on his chest holding various ammunitions and two other ones on his hips hold throwing knives. Completing the look, a holster on his right hip holds a pistol, another on his left hip, various pouches attached to his belt and, under all that, his black and orange armour, complete with the mask with the single lense on the left side. It is only thanks to his innate stealth that he managed to arrive to the designated place, make sure that noone is waiting for him with sniper rifles on the surrounding rooftops, that noone is waiting for him in general outside of the building itself, and when he sneaks in through the back entrance, he immediately adjusts his eyesight to see in the slightly darker atmosphere. His eye then scans his surroundings, trying to individuate the man he's supposed to meet.

Lex Luthor has posed:
When Deadshot sits down, quite a few eyes drift to him... then go right back to their drinks. None of them want to get on his bad side, though a few take out smartphones and take pictures.

It's not everyday a notorously successful mercenary walks into a dive like this.

Then Deathstroke himself comes in... and the bar goes dead quiet...

Those smartphones are put away instantly.

Meanwhile, the bartender gives an upnod to both, "what'll it be?"

Deadshot has posed:
"Water" Deadshot says simply looking over the crowd. Nobody wants to be on his bad side.....and die. He's got a reputation, and he looks all business today, armor on, visor down and face plate in place. He's not here for a social call, he's here for...well.....business. He's got a mesage to give. Interestingly, it doesn't involve bullets, or guns, or....him killing anyone.

Deadshot nods to the bartender. "Something simple. Water. Ice cubes" he says and looks the bartender up and down, heading to a table with a smile under his faceplate.

Deathstroke has posed:
"not to be disturbed" is Deathstroke's answer to the bartender, even because with his elmet, he couldn't really drink... His own voice comes even out in a slightly garbled metallic way, and it is with a glance to Deadshot that he follows him, sitting on the opposite side of the table adjusting his weaponry so that it doesn't get in the way should he move suddenly. "so?" he simply asks, his single eye looking at the fellow mercenary from behind the lense of his helmet.

Lex Luthor has posed:
The tablet is turned on at the tablet, and the screen turns on. A blue background with white static appears, along with a white outline of a human. The voice is masked synthetic as it speaks. "Good morning, Deathstroke. The man sitting before you is my messenger... and is here in case something goes wrong. You may call me L1."

There's a pause, "I asked you here because I have a long term job offer for you. Are you interested?"

Deathstroke has posed:
Deathstroke looks at the tablet, examining its screen, waiting till the static resolves itself in an human shape. "greetings, L1." he starts, then listens quietly, and at the question his answer is just "I am interested in earing the offer, without knowing the nature of the, long term job, I cannot agree nor disagree..." and he casts a glance at Deadshot as well, taking note of at least who L1 seems to associate with.

Lex Luthor has posed:
"I represent a coalition of interests with vast resources and knowledge, and I'm looking to employ you in a more permanent manner. A retainer, if you will. You can call us the Light." The voice continues, "while in our employ, we would expect results and discretion. As you might imagine from the lack of identifiable connection via this tablet, I'd like to put you to the test before we allow you any sensitive information."

Another pause, "I'm pretty sure you will fit in just fine into the role I'm interested in giving you. Deadshot will be part of your team. I have others in mind as well."

Deathstroke has posed:
Deathstroke listens quietly, his eye looking at the screen the wole time, his mind working behind the helmet to draw his thoughts and conclusions. "and what would it be, the goal of this, organization?" he asks "while there are many people that will turn themselves into weapons, ready to fire to the target someone else aims them to, I like to know what I am doing and why before committing myself to anything." he admits, his body perfectly motionless as he speaks "I understand the need for secrecy, yes, and I agree for obvious reasons." and he accentuates this by tapping his own helmet with his left hand

Lex Luthor has posed:
"That will be given in the fullness of time, suffice to say you'd need to earn that information. What I will say is we have the best interests of Earth in mind." L1 tilts his head behind the white static. "As I said, information security. You would need to prove yourself as trustworthy if you desire the details. What I'm offering you as an in at the ground floor to test if you're worth investing in long term."

There's a brief sigh from him, "So far, all you have are vague notions and an organization name that won't ring a bell for anyone but the most informed. What we're doing is a grand undertaking, and we have a heirarchy in place to protect ourselves... and those like you just starting."

Deathstroke has posed:
Deathstroke nods again, his face twisting in a frown, fortunately hidden behind his helmet. "very well, so basically it's accepting a job without exactly knowing its nature, even if given my profession I can easily guess it..." he shrugs "well, then. I suppose if the, investment is at least worth it, I am not contrary in being tested and all that, for the best interests of Earth, of course." and his own pockets, and his thrillseeking mind, too...

Lex Luthor has posed:
"You do mercenary work, and we have need of someone who can make sure operations run smoothly. For your part, you will be in command of a team meant to make sure our plans do well. We will give you plenty of opportunities to prove yourself worthy of our time."

L1 visibly leans forward... wherever he is, "This job is an all in proposition. Not something for freelancers or simple associates. I need to make sure you're worth the risk. Do you understand?"

Deathstroke has posed:
Deathstroke nods, resuming his still posture, the lense of his helmet sliding to the side to reveal an icy blue eye staring directly at the screen "I understand..." he just states "you're the one offering, I am for now accepting, not as a freelance or as a simple associate. I will prove myself up to whatever challenge or test you plan to put me through, to see if I can be, worth of the risk. Unless there are other requirements, that's what I can give you" he adds, the lense returning to cover his eye.