W. R. Wintergreen

How is it possible that the most dangerous weapon in the world is seemingly a man (@EliteTerminator)? Highly strategic, ruthless, and always calculating the risks versus the reward. Even his jobs on the side seemed to be often testing his limits against heroes, or even elite -

@REALBOOSTER @BlueBeetleTK @TheSymbolOfHope @EgoSumVindictas @LanternOfEarth No wonder @MetropolisMogul hired him (@EliteTerminator).

Instead, he sat staring at the mug in his hand. The coffee had gone cold by now, but it didn't matter. He mixed in two shots of cheap whiskey, popped an Asprin in his mouth and downed the contents of the mug. A new day is upon us.

The sun was beginning to rise, illuminating the night sky with hues of orange and blue. Wintergreen had long returned to his own room. Squirrel too. Slade had not.

- From the journal of W.R. Wintergreen, Major, British Army, Ret.

Hunting down a myth. Fun.

St. Martin's Island Metropolis Once again, for maybe the fifth or sixth evening in a row, I was awoken by a noise downstairs. It was Slade, obviously. Unable to sleep yet again.