Not having the need to eat or sleep Shotgun would have remained permanently on monitor duty. He still had to hone his skills in the training room. In a way, he had become immortal, but immortality had it’s miseries too. Life passed as a sleepless tedium and repetition. Often he’d have to come up with distractions to while away the time.
Something occurred to him. Didn’t Javelin say “he’d hacked into government files?”
He keyed in different searches until he found a folder entitled The Sensational Six. Clicking on the folder, gave him a list of names. The first name on the list revealed, Brick. A detailed table of information exhibited itself beside a 3 dimensional image of the hero. Shotgun read the information.
In turn, he read about Captain Pedantic, Weird Beard, Sonic Songster, and Tat; ingesting every snippet of information for use in the field. Although the methods by which they gained their powers varied, they all claimed to have gotten them from God. Shotgun could only assume the government wouldn’t divulge the source in case of hackers.
His reading became of particular interest when he encountered the file of Mr Magnificent. As the leader of the Sensational Six, this one caused him some concern. The file stated his real name as Mick Dawson, a failed magician, and illusionist. Homeless and a general underachiever, introverted and unable to form lasting relationships. The file went on about his lack of prospects. It even used the word “loser.”
Shotgun grinned. Misdirection.
The government had obviously falsified the file to hide Mr Magnificent’s past. It had a conclusive paragraph, almost written as an afterthought.
Mr Magnificent has an exceptional mind and displays a resourceful capacity in times of duress.
The file seemed to keep his powers a mystery and “reading between the lines,” he knew Mr Magnificent was haled as a remarkable leader. From what Shotgun understood, the Sensational Six hadn’t met before they encountered his crew. Only one course of action became apparent to him.
Best to get them out of the way now before they learn to work efficiently as a group.
When Javelin returns from his meal, he’ll order him to begin tracking down the Sensational Six. Then they’ll make a quick and decisive strike on the group.
His attention reverted back to the monitors. Dusk had settled on the surface. One of the monitors revealed Mr Magnificent striking a guard from behind with the butt of his rifle. Weird Beard broke from cover. A tuft of hair extended from his scalp and lashed out in the form of a roughly fashioned oversized fist. It struck the second guard, rendering him unconscious. Mr Magnificent and Weird Beard ran out of view of the monitor in the direction of the mine entrance.
“It seems we won’t have to wait,” Shotgun said.
He almost rose from his seat, then cursed. Organised troops ran through the same area after the duo.
“Another day then,” he said getting up.