After asking 13 privates, 6 corporals, and one fiery major I found the pool. They had suits set out for those who didn't have one... speedos. I almost gagged. I sighed before going in with all I had.

When I came in, she didn't see me but boy, I saw her. She was climbing high up the diving board. The most beautiful woman I have ever seen.

She was so preoccupied that after doing angelic flips through the air she dove and swam across the Olympic pool to my feet. She came up for air but her being shoulder high in the water reminded me of a mermaid. It was past midnight so I greeted with a smirk,

"Good morning."

"Who are you?" She said suspiciously. Can't she see me?

"Uhm, Maverick? Aka SWAT 'EM All?"

She scrunched her eyes in distaste and snorted. Was she snorting water from her nose? Better not ask...

She glanced back at the door; tempted to leave I thought. Then, glaring, she paddled over to me. The blue swimmers hat and goggles reminded me of Riddick but with a blue doo-rag. As she closed the distance I could tell she was experiencing some disbelief.

She saw my scars.

Nothing says, 'This ain't my first gunfight' than sitting in a scarred up body and being confident or indifferent about it. I don't know why but I think my dopamine might have increased with her being around. She pulled herself up in her one piece and sat next to me. She sighed and ripped her swimmers hat and goggles off.

"Sorry about not seeing you," she said flopping her hair back, "I don't wear my contacts while I swim."

"You have contacts?" I asked, surprised.

"Yeah," the dry tint back in her voice, "and I usually swim alone."

I rose a brow, trying to get me to leave huh?

"Well this pool doesn't have your name on it, Lieutenant."

She squinted her eyes.

"No lifeguard is here if you drown..."

Threatening now? I chuckled.

"All I'd have to do to you," poking her, and leaning closer to her in playful challenge, "is touch you."

"I wouldn't even need to touch you," she said smugly, "I'd just encase you in a force-field, fill it with water, and go get a snack."

We held each other's gazes, not willing to give in. I didn't even know what we were fighting over. Our ninja staring contest turned into an awkward two-way checking out session.

"So..." I said, "don't take this the wrong way, but speaking of snacks."

"Yes," she broke her gaze and rubbed her eyes, "let's settle this over coffee... tomorrow."

"Tomorrow is today." I jibed and she sighed and suppressed a smile.

"You know what I mean." Then she added, "Commander."

"Awaken," an ominous voice whispered. My eyes shot open and I could feel my eyes dilate as my vision turned red and tunneled.

"Rise," Slaymore said, "arise and wear blood!"

Then Ceasaer, Kaiser, Abbadon, leader of the Band, Lord of Locusts, the man on many names said,

"Kill."

Several ominous voices repeated the commands. I tossed the covers away, my bare feet clopping on the cold tile as the warmth of adrenaline pulsed throughout my body. I was going to wear blood!

Crow's and Commander Karver's greeting was cut short when I drained the life from them. My eyes and smile was wide and my head twitched when I locked eyes with Karver's secretary. Her scream was cut short when I used my power to pulseSlide past her and seven other workers, draining their life. I stood smiling like a mad man as time slowed, the life of my enemies acting like the a drug which granted god-like power. I roared with ecstasy, the power!

I smiled at the staff member that as he pulled a pistol from the drawer, to afraid to act and everything was in slow motion as as he said,

"No-now Maverick!"

A military soldier came from the hall and I blasted him. The staff member shot but I could see the bullets coming as I proverbially flicked them aside with my power. I dramatically raised a hand and I showered in his blood. I proceeded in killing that whole floor. Then the next... and the next even until I was taking the elevator to the ground floor.

My blood and gore covered visage was greeted to the sound of cocking weapons. Someone shouted something over the megaphone but time was so slow that I couldn't understand them. I roared, under the lovely influence of power itself.

They began to fire and I moved. I pulseSlid to them, my power so strong that red electric-like arcs licked up the life of all the soldiers. Then I saw a hooded figure in white move through the air and I charged a blast. The figure was moving at a normal speed despite my power but I stopped in my tracks.

The air rippled around her in a white aura, her cloak fluttering in the wind, and a dark, glaring, picture-perfect face of Athena. She looked down on me in a scrutinizing gaze.

"I thought you said you were done? I thought that you were done with us."

Shame clubbed me upside the head and began to burn within me until-

I woke, coughing my guts out. The chest pain was almost unbearable, like that time I crawled out from under a building (long story). Coughing continued until I forced myself into the bathroom and coughed snot into the toilet. However, I wiped my mouth and groaned at the sight of blood. I'm coughing blood.

Making a mental note to kill Burke when he gets here, I proceeded to brush my teeth and shave and spat blood into the sink. I gazed into the mirror, no... through the mirror into the ghost of a man upon it. No, not a ghost... monster? God? God... of monsters?

Visions of my past phased into my head and screamed like keening phantoms. I splashed water onto my face and refrained from breaking down in the privacy of my room. The residue guilt from my dream still lingered as I coughed a bit as I stepped out of the bathroom. An automated voice chimed,

"Formation in five minutes."

I internally groaned, my throat was killing me as I threw open the closet and grabbed the outfit inside. Inside was a black on-base super uniform. The uniform either consisted of more casual military-wear... or more militarized casual wear I couldn't really tell. I was just glad I haven't had to put on skin tight spandex like those cursed speedos.

If I wasn't running late, or had just coughed blood, I would have basked on how swag I looked in these black combats. I started brisk walking past random staff and soldiers. Some thumbed the way as I passed and I nodded my thanks.

A super poked his head into the hall with shaggy, shoulder-length hair. When he saw me I croaked,

"Godzilla attacking again?"

He smiled and shook his head.

"You Maverick?"

I nodded my head and covered a cough, getting blood on my arm. Good thing the black hid the stains. He waved me over.

"Scarecrow said you might be lost... or drowned at the non-existent water fountain."

He saw my paling face.

"Sick bro?"

I shook my head, groaning out a joke, "Need a water fountain."

"Okay," he said unconvinced.

He pointed to table seventeen. But I was overwhelmed by a sea of faces. Inside was hundreds of people my age, all in super uniform. I wormed my way to my table and sat down with Crow who had her head buried in her arms on the table.

Spider held out a hand for another gangster handshake. Andy and Nova exchanged a smug look

"Good morning my boi! Wassup?"

I shrugged, squeaking,

"Cough."

Everyone gave me a second look, Scarecrow even unburied her head and groaned.

"Tired?" I asked Scarecrow.

"No." She moaned.

Nova said, "She is, every Saturday she's like this."

"How did you sleep?" I asked Nova, my voice killing me.

She huffed a laugh.

"Sleep? What's that? It was TV night!"

"You didn't sleep?" Spider asked.

"Pfft, you would know if you weren't drool-"

She stopped mid-sentence and I noted Spider's face turn into a glower.

"D-drooling all over your self about that actress!"

His face returned to normal.

"Hey, Megan Fox." He gave me a thumbs up. "Top notch."

I looked between the two, something's up and the others didn't notice.

"So," I croaked, "what are we doing today?"

"Once-or if we survive," Crow groaned drowsily from her arms, "Lineup we are going to see the quartermaster and I will lead you through on patrols."

"Quartermaster? That guy have guns?" I asked jokingly, playing dumb.

"Yeah, and cough medicine." She jabbed and Nova chimed in sarcastically,

"Naw, he sells stuffed unicorns for the government."

Our laughter was cut short by-

A/N: This is the end of the transcription. I edited out some scenes and details from the paper version.

In the handwritten original I was at about 54 1/2 pages of notebook paper. In total, I think I have over 300 pages of different stories that could use transcription. This is the first complete transcription hallelujah!

The hospital, turned super base, was the hospital my grandmother was diagnosed with iron overload. This story is somewhat a dedication to her memory.

Anything written from here forward is new material and not transcribed.