it's a crossover episode!!

Growing up in a cult, raised by two religious fanatics who followed another religious fanatic with a severe God complex, Jason knew a thing or two about resurrection.

Specifically that resurrections typically involved Jesus, grieving parents and good luck. While he was very familiar with the miracles of Jesus, he didn't have too much hope for a miracle, because... he was Jason Anson. He lacked all three essential factors. Miracles aren't really something that happened to him.

So, obviously it was a surprise when he took his dying breath on his bathroom floor, black spots dancing across his vision as sticky blood poured from a fresh bullet wound in his chest- and then he woke up. In a pool of glowing green liquid.

This was some comic book bullshit. While the Ansons didn't get miracles, comic book bullshit was much more in their wheelhouse.

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Jason died. That's how his story goes. Another young victim of senseless violence, destined to join another statistic, to be an argument used in a gun control debate.

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Jason felt a jolt of energy gush through his body, like a powerful electric shock. His eyes abruptly opened, and it took a few blinks for him to get used to being alive. The mystery liquid filled his veins, his lungs, his soul- but it didn't feel like drowning. It was the opposite, a drowned man learning to breathe again, a broken body coming back together.

This was life.

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He doesn't remember the first few months.

That's probably for the best. He's never had the privilege of ignorance before, and he's not going to complain about it now.

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He picks up the League of Assassins training quickly. There's very little someone can throw at him that he hasn't already seen. His hands were moulded for a gun or a knife to fit in.

He was born a killer, even if he died a changed man.

He is ordered to kill.

Jason is a loyal soldier.

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Samantha Anson is skeptical of this whole 'League of Assassins' thing. She rolls her eyes at the first mention of the theory, seemingly the conclusion of a sleep deprived Smirnov who's running on action movies and caffeine. Someone needs to take superhero movies away from this man before he undermines the authority of the whole FBI.

But the evidence is stacked against her. Samantha's not sure if it's confirmation bias or a pure refusal to believe Smirnov could be right about anything.

The crime scenes are identical. Inexplicable. Methodical.

The work of a trained killer.

Takes one to know one.

There's no signs of a struggle. A surprise attack, then... it's all starting to look familiar.

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Crime scenes keep popping up. Across the country. Across the world.

It doesn't make sense. Or maybe it makes perfect sense, but Samantha just doesn't want to believe it.

What's that Sherlock Holmes quote Kate used to annoy her with? Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth?

It couldn't be him. He's dead. He died a good man, who was filled and surrounded by love. Jason Anson didn't die a killer.

He certainly came back as one.

(please don't point out how bad this is i'm tired good night)