Somewhere Near Louisa, Virginia Watchdog Compound John Walker and Lamar Hoskins swept through ranks of Watchdogs like a blade. The compound was small, and the two had already successfully trashed the first half of it. The second half consisted of a training ground. A firing range, a small patch of barbed wire, two climbing walls, and a pillbox. The pillbox was their greatest concern of course. It was pouring gunfire on their position, where they sat, taking cover behind a Jeep Wrangler. Watchdogs mounted the climbing wall, their purple and orange kevlar and helmets glinting in the mixed glow of gunfire and moonlight. Walker hoisted himself onto the roof of the Jeep and leapt off of it, holding his shield up in front of him. Bullets bounced off of it, and he landed, whipping his gun from its holster and squeezing off shots, knocking Watch Dogs off of their climbing wall cover. The pillbox gunfire ceased. Walker looked up at its viewport to see the barrel of a rocket launcher sticking out. He threw his shield with all his might, knocking the barrel off course as it fired. The rocket flew past his head, slamming into the Jeep and exploding. He swore. Battlestar had been taking cover behind it, and through the flames and smoke, he could see the man’s body, lying prone on the ground. Walker went berserk.
1 Day Later Breaking news as we come to you this Sunday morning. Video has appeared online showing John Walker, the new Captain America, beating a member of the far right militia group, The Watchdogs, to death with his shield. No comment has been made yet by US Government authorities. Walker himself is rumored to be AWOL. In other news, we turn to the UCWF, which has gained popularity after its first match last week, between Demolition Dunphy and Jersey Devil. Dunphy managed to beat the man handedly. The league has excited many with its super powered spin on wrestling. Sam Wilson turned off the TV. Misty had been right. Walker had been a bomb waiting to go off. A bomb that had exploded. He sighed. So, Misty said, walking into the farmhouse's living room, was I right or not? Sam sighed again. You were, he said. Where do you think he went? He just lost a partner, Misty said. He could be anywhere. I do have a suspicion though, that he is fed up with just being a human being with no real power. You think he may have gone looking for something to augment his strength, Sam said. Where would he get something like that? If he pays attention to the news, Misty said, I would guess he would be going to Pennsylvania. The UCWF headquarters is there. Pennsylvania, UCWF Building, Pittsburgh Sam was looking for someone. Not Walker, not yet. Instead, it was Dunphy, who was rumored to be the first wrestler ever signed to the league by Edward Garner. Sam wore his suit of course. He was not afraid to wear it out in public anymore. It was like a second skin to him. Dunphy was in a large rounded room, in the center of which was a sparring ring. Right now the man was pounding away at a punching bag. As Sam watched, Dunphy landed a hard punch, and the bag popped open, stuffing pouring out of it. The man swore. He turned and spotted Wilson. Captain America, he said. Shouldn’t you not be here? The whole government is looking for your head. Sam nodded. Dunphy, he said, I want to know where you got your strength. Sorry, Dunphy said. I can’t help you. I signed an NDA. Walker is looking for whatever drug or serum you were given, Sam said. He’s going to be even more dangerous if he gets it. Dunphy opened his mouth to speak. Don’t you even tell him, a voice shouted. Sam turned as a large muscled man walked towards them, wearing a purple outfit and mask. Doc Sawbones, Dunphy said. I’m going to call the cops, Sawbones said. You will do no such thing, Dunphy said. He turned to Sam. Head for the elevator, he said. Go to the basement. There is a locked door there. You should be able to punch it open with your shield. I’m not able to say what comes after that, but Walker was here, and as far as I know, he still is. Sam ran, and Sawbones leapt for him, but was knocked out of the way by Dunphy. You want him, you are going to have to go through me, Dunphy said. Sam took the Elevator down to the basement. It was dingy. The place was cluttered with rows of pipes and old shelving, lit by dim lighting. At the far end of the room was a door. Wilson strode toward it. Beside the door, nestled into the wall, was a security keypad. Sam reached around behind him and took his shield off its magnetic mount on his back. He swung it at the door, the metal of which puckered and tore. Sam then put the shield through the hole and used the edge of it to pry the door open. On the other side of the door was a long hallway with a singular man standing in it. He looked to be in his fifties and had a neatly trimmed mustache. Aren’t you going to try to stop me, Sam asked. No, the man said. We have been expecting you. The door at the other end of the hallway opened and John Walker stepped from it. You, he said. He moved to charge Sam, but collapsed as a taser shocked him into submission. A man stood behind him. He wore a neatly fitted suit, and his hair was slicked back. It’s a shame I had to turn this thing up to max, he said, putting the taser into his suit jacket pocket. Oh well, he will recover. Come, follow me.
