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     Cable #34
    "A World Without Hero's"  
     By Starkalien
     Edited by Marysia
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     Cain watched as the mousy little guy sat mumbling to himself and
staring at the Sentinel Parts that were spread across a clearing in an
African Jungle. He couldn't see what effect the little guy was having on
the parts but he had paid him half of his saved fortune and would have to
pay him the other half when and if he got the machines up and running to
specs. He had paid another healthy sum to contact this man through his
black-market contacts because of his supposed mutant ability to be able to
repair electronic components to their original working order.

     Cain was annoyed. Vinnie was getting on his nerves, he was worried
that this "Fixer" as he wanted to be called wouldn't do his job, and his
head was splitting from being so near to Cable. Cable........   He really
worried about Cable. There was something so obviously different about him,
not to mention the fact that he just stood around staring off into space
and not saying a damn thing no matter what you called him or told him to
do. And just what the hell had brought him to meet up with him. I mean
sure, he was incognito as Yeardsley Cain and all that, but Cable knew that
he was Cain Marko: The Unstoppable Juggernaut, and that wasn't something
that Cable, usually spoutin' off about saving the world and shootin' things
up with REALLY big guns, would normally let slide, much less ignore
completely. Well, at least he had gotten him to wear some clothes. That was
a start.

     Cain started as The Fixer stood up and stretched. He watched as the
guy did stretching exercises like he was gettin' ready to go for a run or
something. 
     "It's done," the little man finally said.
     Cain looked suspiciously at the components spread everywhere and
raised a huge caterpillar looking eyebrow.

     "Don't look any different."

     "That's because all the work was done at a molecular level. Reassemble
it. You'll see. It'll start right up like a VW bug, right off the assembly
line." he said and flipped his long ponytail back over his shoulder.

     The Fixer looked like......, well, a hippie. His ponytail reached the
middle of his back, he wore birkenstocks, bell bottom jeans, a white
blousey pirate-lookin shirt, and smelled like a patchouli manufacturing
plant. That annoyed Cain, but not as much as the fact that the guy talked
like a professor.

     Cain handed him the floppies that contained the codes and passwords
for various bank accounts where the money was deposited.

     "I'll have this back together tonight. and if it doesn't work, these
accounts will be empty and there'll be a contract out on your life, which
I'll probably fill myself to save some money."

     "No faith, my friend. No faith." The Fixer sniffed indignantly.

     "No regrets about killin' Granola's either." Cain growled.

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     He looked at the world, but not with his eyes. It wasn't as if he
"saw" anything either. He just, well,...... knew. Whatever he wanted to
know. He just knew it. If it was in some other mind, some other heart on
this planet in this time, well, then he knew it if he chose.

     He was The Dayspring.  He was the bane of Apocalypse.  He was here to
destroy his own future, which was his past. He was here to ensure that the
future/past that he knows WILL NOT happen, and it begins here.

     He had known when The Fixer came. He had seen how The Fixer had seen
the workings of the mutant death machine called a sentinel. He had
understood how The Fixer had seen the damage done to the machinery, and
watched as The Fixer had willed the destroyed circuitry back to it's
original intended form. Atom by Atom The Fixer had taken the molecular
structure of these sentinel parts and remade them in the image of what they
once were. And still he stood, not doing anything, not preventing this
engine of destruction from being completed. Why? Because he had known not
to. Not what would happen or what reasons there could be for not allowing
its reconstruction. Just that if he allowed it to be built as Marko was
attempting, then it would bring him closer to his purpose.

     Nathan Summers, a.k.a. Cable, a.k.a. The Dayspring, stopped "seeing"
and used his eyes to look around him.  Cain was sitting amongst a pile of
tools and Sentinel parts, piecing them together.  Vinnie was just at the
edge of the clearing slapping at mosquitos and flipping through a dogeared
copy of "Playhouse". He looked down at his own body and somewhere deep
inside his psyche he was startled not to see the telltale signs of the
Techno-organic virus that used to ravage his body. He was still not used to
having a body made only of flesh.

     Everything in his life now was different. As Cable, he didn't exist
anymore, in fact, every person he ever knew and trusted believed him dead,
victim to the Legacy Virus. He knew this, just as he knew most everything
that made an impact on his life and his goals.

     He knew that being here and allowing Marko to build his Sentinel would
lead him to someone more important to his mission. He wondered who or what
that might be. His newly expanded powers didn't tell him any of that, he
just knew he must wait.

     So he did.

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     Cain looked at the assembled Sentinel with awe. It LOOKED dangerous.
He knew it was safe for now though. That little hippie freak had not only
repaired the damaged electronics, but had removed any of the radioactive
properties from it's atomic structure. He had spent his life savings on
this puppy and he was bound and determined that he would have double that
back for the sale of this robot. He wanted to retire. He wanted to kick
back on some South Pacific Island and worry about anything but which kinda
bait he was gonna put on the end of his fishing pole, and this marvel in
front of him was the key. He smiled to himself and went to dig the portable
control console out so he could start this baby up.

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     Wade ran a once through on his equipment again just to make sure he
was sufficiently outfitted. It wouldn't do to be caught in a crossfire only
to find you've forgotten your magnesium grenades or armour piercing ammo.
He "tsk, tsk'd" himself and went to look at himself in a full length
mirror.

     "Screw Superman, my costume is cooler," he exclaimed in his best talk
show announcer voice. "Deadpool: The Movie.... coming soon to a jungle near
you!" He shook his head and pointed at his reflection as if he were a
mother scolding her child, "Deadfool you mean, whaddayou think you doin',
runnin' errands for 2 of the people you hate most in the world. Not even a
REAL job, just goin to collect some screwy gizmo for some brat and his
floozie flunky! You should know better than to hang around with kids like
that, they're trouble."

     He stared at the little boy reflection for a moment before having a
shudder then walked to the desk and picked up a sticky note off of the
blotter.  He compared the numbers on the note with the coordinates set into
his transporter then ripped the note up and dropped it in the trash can
next to the desk.

     "They better have given me the correct coordinates, it'd really suck
if I ended up in the middle of a lake or a busy highway, like there's any
of either one in Africa. "

     "Allright, here goes nothin, Uganda get ready. Here comes the Dreaded
Deadpool!"

     In a melodramatic sweeping gesture that would make William Shatner
proud, he pushed the button that sent him halfway around the world.

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     "Hey Yeardsley, you think it's safe to start this thing up here and
all? I mean, do ya think it'll explode, or think we're bad guys and zap us
or sumthin? Maybe we should wait 'til we get to the meeting and they ask to
see it or sumthin," Vinnie spewed, obviously scared to start the Sentinel
up.

     Cain scowled at him and waved a huge hand at him as if he were shooing
a fly.  He looked at the impossibly huge machine as it lay out and took up
most of the field that Cain had been sure would be more than big enough.
Looking at the thing laying there on it's back he smiled and looked at
Cable to gauge his reaction to the machine.

     Summers' expression was unreadable but now he stared at the Sentinel
instead of off into space. Nothing in his expression or stance told Cain
anything about how Cable felt about activating a mutant death machine.

     Cain shrugged and pushed the sequence of keys that should start the
initialization process. He knew it would take a few moments for all the
systems to initialize and interface and also that the sentinel would remain
prone, laying on the ground until he gave it the commands to do anything
else. He wasn't sure how he would know that it was working properly until
he could run a diagnostics check on all it's systems, this particular unit
was designed for stealth operation with none of the verbal warnings and
systems dialogue that previous versions of the sentinels had been known
for. Then he saw it's eyes light up and the small screen on the operation
panel lit up with the words: 
     
ALL SYSTEMS ENGAGED AND OPERATING.

     Cain smiled and started the diagnostics check.

     "What's wrong Yeardsley? Why's it not doin nuttin? Shouldn't it be
sayin stuff like 'Unit started' or sumthin? Why's it just layin there
like....." Vinnie trailed off when he saw Cain glaring at him.

     "I programmed it to just lay there, if it stood up, it might be seen
or scanned, as big as it is, it might show up on any scans of the area
anyway, even if it IS lying down."

     Cable startled Vinnie and Cain by calmly saying, "We have a visitor."

     At almost the same moment he finished saying it, the smell of ozone
filled the air and a figure dressed head to toe in red and black spandex
materialized in between the Sentinels feet.

     Cable appraised the newcomer with little if any interest.

     Vinnie stood there with his jaw hanging down around his belly button
and squeaked a small "huh?"

     Cain went from surprise at hearing Summers' voice, to confusion at
Deadpools appearance, to anger at the whole situation.

     Deadpool had materialized facing one of the sentinels feet and
couldn't quite figure out what he was looking at. He turned and saw Cable,
Juggernaut, and some greasy little pipsqueak all staring silently at him.

     "Ummmm." Deadpool murmured.

     "I must be lost. I was lookin' for Amaghetti's Bakery and Deli." His
eyebrows went up and Cain's drew into an angry furrow on his forehead.

     "I guess none of you guys have a Hero Sandwich do ya?" Deadpool asked
trying to act like he was a tourist looking for the nearest dry cleaners.

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Next: Juggernaut, Cable and Deadpool do lunch then go to a meeting.

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