"So another day of work. This time, the target was a banker at the JP Morgan down in New York. Now for those of you who don't know, I am a mercenary and an assassin. So what happened was that night, I snuck into the bank, found the target and killed him."
"You kill people for a living?" Twilight asked with disbelief and a bit of shock. "Why?'
"The money is green. Not to mention, most people who are wanted dead normally aren't the nicest guys in town. Most of them normally get busted by a few of my.... acquaintances if I don't get to them... oh that reminds me, did anyone happen to find a blue van in that forest?"
"What's a van?" Twilight asked.
"Nevermind." Slade said as he saw the shakes of the heads. "Something I had in there. Now where was I? Oh yes. I am a mercenary and an assassin. Something Captain star spangle here can't seem to stand but that's besides the point. Like him, I used to be in the military fighting in the Korean war under the US. later, I was promoted to a Lt. Colonel, experimented on and enhanced and then married a woman called Adeline Kane. We had three children and lived happily ever after. The end... not. So because the military at the time thought and probably still does think that soldiers are soldiers and not human beings. So to make a long story short, I quit. Of course... it doesn't end there. I needed a job of course, and so, I worked as a mercenary and a contract killer but one day... a bunch of thugs came and kidnapped my son Jericho. I went off to rescue him but something went wrong and Jericho ended up alive but with a slit throat. Adeline..."
He took a brief pause as he went down memory lane. Not the good memory lane. The bad one which poked around every corner of his life.
"Adeline was upset by this. She said it was my fault, which I have to say, wasn't entirely false. To give you an idea how upset... she gave me this." Slade said as he pointed to his eyepatch. "And then left me... oh wait... there's more!"
He stopped for a moment as he took another shot of apple liquor. Not like he could drunk either.
"So... Grant decides that because a few guys trashed his apartment, he's going to be like his dad and get revenge on the people. This ends badly and he dies which I recall wasting about two years of my life avenging him for something that was his fault. Then my other son Jericho decides he wants to be a hero with the very people Grant swore to kill. Frankly, this doesn't matter. He's fine and that's what's important. Rose on the other hand... also decided she was going to be like her father and her brother. She gouged out her eye just to be like me..."
Yikes...
He stopped there. There was no more point to continue as for a moment, the most disagreeable person in the room became the one who got everyone's sympathy.
"But of course, now about how shot the guy dead in the bank and the other thing I did."
And everyone's sympathy just went straight out the window.
"So I found the guy. Bank manager. Shot him dead and threw his corpse into a garbage truck that was waiting. I had been paid for in advance but hey... I thought I could use a "little" extra in my pocket. So I found a REALLY big purple diamond and some other things. But I hope everyone can guess what happens with the purple diamond because it was the EXACT SAME THING that had happened to everyone else. But the only difference is, I was still in the van to which I nearly hit a tree and slide off the road down into a cliff. Turns out, that tree had a light coming from it so I decided to go check it out. And you know what? I get attacked by some crazy horse... zebra... thing for... I don't even know why. She was babbling and rhyming about something before that. Frankly, I don't care, I've met a lot of psychos in my life. So... I took care of the problem."
"Wait a minute... YOU KILLED ZECORA?!" Twilight almost shrieked.
"Killed? No. She'll be waking up in the morning with a splitting headache but nothing more. I assure you, she'll live."
For some reason... that wasn't so comforting.
"Anyways, so I went back to the van and drove the thing until I met up with another talking horse. Well... I didn't exactly meet up with him, all I did was hide in the back with a VAN and somehow he managed not to notice. Overheard him talking to his buddy about a "two legged thing" that was at the castle. Of course, you know the old phrase. Loose lips sink ships. You all can expect what my next move was. But... instead... I met up with those two while Armin was busy getting strangled by a snake. I am going to be frank, I can't really blame him, that thing was probably heavier than the van I jacked but that aside... we all know how the story goes from there after being filled in by Captain Star Spangles."
"That's Captain America to you." Steve grumbled.
"So Slade... you're a merc eh?" Raynor asked.
"Indeed. If you ever want to hire me, you're going to have to call me Deathstroke by the way."
"Heh. You know, if possible, I might just want that. You see... that Mengsk guy I was talking about earlier..."
"He needs two bullets in the chest?"
"Yeah..."
"Well... I could always go to assassinate a dictator of some star empire, but I realize... you probably don't use cash anymore do you now?"
"No. All funds are either traded electronically or you barter."
"My problem. I don't kill for free and I can't exactly take some money from the future either."
"Would you be interested in gold coins?" Twilight shot from almost out of nowhere.
"Gold? Sure I guess. I suppose I have to melt them down myself?"
Didn't really matter actually. Gold fetched a good price and that would be sufficient payment. Of course... fencing it may be difficult. Then again, the gold is legal...
"Yeah. Jewels too if you truly are interested."
"Sounds go... wait a minute... why are you telling me this?"
"Eh... nothing. Nothing." Twilight said really quickly. "Hey eh... Sanya... how about..."
"Answer the question." Slade commanded. Something was off. "Why are you telling me that? Do you have work for me?"
"No... no... I don't have work for you... I mean I could always use help around the library and all... but..."
He eyed her for a moment. His one good eye burning a hole in Twilight's soul as she felt the beads of sweat form on her coat. Slowly, she managed to turn away from that death(stroke) glare and regain her composure.
"Sanya... are you interested in speaking?" Twilight asked as she tried to avoid making eye contact with Slade.
"Okay." Sanya began. "But before I do... um... Mr. Wilson?"
"Slade is fine."
"You're a soldier?"
"Was a soldier. I would say I am too old for it, but that's obviously not true."
"I was about to say... you seem a bit old to be fighting still..."
"Nonsense. Our friend star spangles here is about 100 years old. I am not much younger. But that's not to important. Back there, how did you manage to shatter the chest plate? The thing is solid steel."
"Well you see..."
She begun her tale.