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DoorMan #5
University of Washington, Seattle,[January 10, 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
"Finally. Woohoo!" he shouted in the middle of the cafeteria as he took the lunch from the lunch lady and began searching for a table for him. His very enthusiastic shout drew multiple odd looks from the students all around him but he didn't let that get to heart, as he finally spotted an empty seat at a table in the far right corner, right next to the emergency exit.
A truly vaunted spot for dinner, as it was completely empty, ripe for the taking from an extraordinarily smart yet strong teenager who also happened to have no time for friendships, hence his status as the loner of the class.
Hell, even his professors didn't give him group assignments. They just told him to get the project done in time, which he did, all the time because come on, this was college and he was already playing in the big leagues, which the university knew so they let it all slide.
Plus, it was not like he was committing felonies left, right, and centre for the University to hinder him in any way.
Whistling merrily, since exams were finally over, he sat down at the table and had his lunch, which was rare because he usually didn't partake in the slob that the University served, despite charging an arm and a leg for it. He usually had his meal, a big heavy meal in the morning, and then cycled his CHI throughout his body a couple of times, which got rid of the bloated feeling, and then went about his day.
He only needed refueling in the evening, when he had yet another protein filled meat based food item before moving on to his favourite part of the day.
Desert. Literal OTHERWORLDLY desert, that he ate every single day.
After all, having a constant supply of pure milk from the mystical coys of Ta-Lo meant that he had milk that was richer than even fish in protein and other nutrients, which meant that anything made from that milk would be infinitely more nutritious than any other processed food item on Earth. Hence, the ice cream that he made for himself and Jin'Ya on Red Hearth, and ate in small quantities.
Today, though? Today was a very special day. Today, his exams were done, and he had to meet the representative from Stark Industries today, who would decide in which division he would do his internship.
While he was doing his engineering in Computer Science, it was not like he had chosen his specialty yet so choosing the right department in the behemoth of a corporation that was Stark Industries would go a long way for him to get the right job, not that he was looking for a job but, hey, he had a stereotypical Asian parent in the form of Wong who always told him that having a stable job would always be better than being in an unstable industry that paid lots of money.
Slightly illogical but it came from a place of love so he let it slide.
So, after he was done eating or at least trying to eat the slob, he would take a long tour to the Dean's office, where the interview would be held. He was not worried though, his LinkedIn profile was the wet dream of any Engineer. Basically, he had more achievements on his profile at 18, than most people had at 25 or even 30.
While he was subconsciously shoving in the food, he was thinking of the data disks he had taken from all those private military contractor ships as well as SHIELD ships. There was something big happening in SHIELD that led to the data disks on those ships, something that had them hide the damned information behind the strongest freaking secrecy walls he had ever seen in his life, even from the likes of Wakanda though it must be that they hide their important data in an air gapped network and only use internet connection to hack the rest of the world.
He had finally hacked the damned file, only to get a list of serial numbers that led to a bunch of Satellite mapping equipment that had been installed on random shell company satellites launched by Stark Industries, beaming partial packets of data to 11 different ships, spread across the world. They were smart as well, the data was shared between the satellites themselves as well as the ships down below, even if that massively slowed down the data transmission speeds.
It was smart because that meant that without having all the eleven packages, he would not be able to decode the encryption on those files. Despite all his genius, that was beyond his ability. Also, he did not know what Technomany spell the Ancient One had used but the internet connection at Kamar Taj and in the Sanctums did not exist for anyone else trying to trace them.
Taking advantage, no, practically abusing that loophole, he had started his hacking career and had reached the practical top of the Dark Web. Literally, everyone in the top 10 cybercriminal lists of all the major countries of the Five Eyes alliance had tried their hand at cracking his systems yet, to all of their amazement and horror, they simply couldn't find his network, let alone try to breach it.
It was all very hilarious to watch and experience. Using that advantage, he had hacked into SHIELD, the US Military, Pentagon, CIA, and many other three letter agencies who specialised in encryption to finally get the keys necessary to crack the file that led him to those satellites and those ships.
He had the data disks from 9 ships so far, having hit them over the course of the last three months to physically retrieve them and copy all their data. They were locked in a box in a specific place in the Mirror dimension, making them impossible to track.
He just needed to hit the 2 more ships, get their data disks, and complete the puzzle that he had no idea SHIELD was plotting. Realistically, there should be nothing that SHIELD should be doing, especially on this scale, that involves mapping the planet.
Then again, it might be some of their work for the Tesseract, he did not know but he intended to find out, sooner rather than later. He had not made his debut in the criminal underworld like he planned to, simply because he had no time these days, but he had assaulted the ships and with them being ghosts, simply black sites that did not have any physical trace, SHIELD could not exactly publicly retaliate against someone, especially someone about whom they knew nothing about.
Dropping the tray in the tray bin, after having finished his food, he left the cafeteria, the normalness of the students in that place hitting him.
Walking through the campus, he snickered as he remembered what he wore when he performed all those raids.
A giant Orange onesie.
Oh yeah, he freaking Naruto-ed them when it came to being stealthy and using the ninja arts. He cheated, obviously, using discrete portals, his light doors to flash the cameras, and use his enhanced strength to break through everything. Obviously, they had titanium cages all around the disks which were tough to break, even for him.
So, once again, he cheated. Conjuring two doors in front of each other and letting the Kinetic lasers loose from both of them, creating a field of extreme kinetic energy that just punched through the titanium cage bars, leaving the rest red hot from the heat.
During the third time, he noticed that the cages had improved and on that particular ship, since it was much smaller and manned by only a couple of guys, he had time before reinforcements arrived, having knocked out all the guards. So, he did an experiment, he flooded his body with CHI, turning himself into a giant orange glow stick, and held onto the cage bars.
He regretted that immediately because they were very much electrified, as was written in the security specs that he had read before doing the whole thing but had forgotten in the heat of the moment, burning his hands BUT since he was a CHI lighthouse at the moment and he already had enhanced healing, that aspect was hypercharged as his body healed the damage the moment it was done, creating some sort of equilibrium.
He used that moment to bend the titanium cages, succeeding in only two attempts. Taking his hands off the electrified bars was tasking and painful since it did take in parts of his skin with it but he had taken those bars with him when he left that ship so SHIELD should not have any of his DNA at the moment.
That was how he became a superior version of Iron Fist, someone better than him in all aspects, save for maybe hand to hand combat but hey, he only got his ass kicked 8 out of 10 times by Mordo now, sorry, Master Mordo, as the hardass liked to be called, so he was definitely improving and would certainly do much better if he simply had more Time.
Checking the time, he had finally reached the Dean's office. He narrowed his eyes at the security, private security standing outside the Dean's office building, which was odd.
The way they scanned everything, and regularly communicated with each other indicated both paranoia and competency, which were both signs of someone who was constantly under threat, being in that building.
That was….not good.
"Are you Mr.Baxters?" He looked at the assistant from the Dean's office asking him, to which he replied, "Uh, Yeah. I am Colin."
"Perfect! These gentlemen will pat you down before meeting with the Dean and a special guest." She gestured to two absolutely built dudes who immediately began heading toward him.
He immediately backed up a step, "Oh, hey, Whoa! Ahem, since when was that necessary?" He asked in a pointed tone of voice, making the woman wince.
"Ah, I am really sorry, sir, but it is the security protocol for today. I am afraid you will have to get their security clearance." She looked genuine and had the same mannerisms as the woman he met a few times whenever the Dean called him over for a meeting, or he had to meet the Dean to get some exceptions for some rules.
Then again, those could easily be imitated by a Skrull.
Was she a Skrull?
He looked her over once and felt no discrepancy in the situation, even with his enhanced senses. Those guys, while built like a birch house, were all ordinary people, simply incapable of resisting even a single strike from him.
Oh, what the hell. He smiled at the people, "Fine, Sure. I'll go."
"Great!"
Let's see what life has in store for him today.
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