Secrets

There were reports circling around the group of mercenaries and hackers he would hang out from time to time with that the US government was trying to recreate the event that led to all these various universes and dimensions colliding. This time, the experiments were not going to be conducted in Area 51. In fact, it was all the way on the other side of the continent right across the Potomac River from Washington, DC: The Pentagon. That is at least what some of the tech geeks and hackers believed when measuring and tracking magnetic frequencies similar to the ones shown during the Area 51 raid. These hackers were even able to get a fully updated map layout of the Pentagon, which indicated that there were actually secret labs underground. This is where they automatically presumed where the new tests were taken place. Some of them even went far enough to hack security cameras to confirm the rumors.

Spectre was there when it all happened, when that portal machine was activated. He was physically affected by it, though in a good way. Now, he had regenerative healing powers and enhanced stamina, reflexes, durability, and strength. Those are at least what he had discovered from the short time after the Area 51 raid. However, the dimension collision did not bring all good. In fact, Spectre believed it brought more harm to the world than good. There was an incident in a Las Vegas hospital the same night of the Area 51 raid. Right now, Chicago is being overrun by zombies and the full city is in lockdown. Nobody goes in or comes out of the city. Crime rates have risen around the globe. New cities and infrastructures that nobody ever heard of or seen before appeared out of nowhere. The entire world has become a shitfest now.

Spectre did not consult anyone before making his decision to infiltrate the Pentagon. He had secretly copied all the data he needed into his HUD interface. He planned to destroy any attempts the scientists were doing to recreate the event and burn any data logs, whether it was printed out, noted down, or stored on the data servers. All of it had to be gone by the time he left.

Spectre had boarded a plane flight that was enroute to Miami from New York. Washington DC was already a restricted airspace, so he was already going to have a difficult time getting to the infiltration point. Spectre had gotten up from his plane seat and took out his carry on bag from the overhead luggage compartment. He then headed towards the bathrooms towards the rear of the plane. He had to wait a couple of minutes for the woman inside to finish crapping. Once the bathroom was free, he entered and was immediately hit with one of the worst smells he had ever smelled. "Oh my God woman, do you shit out dead people?" He mumbled to himself upon closing the door. He quickly changed out of his regular civilian attire into one of his suits he was able to smuggle using secret compartments.

As soon as he exited the bathroom, he turned left and made his way towards the rear exit. Most of the passengers were sleeping, so none of them noticed his irregular attire. He then reached for the door handle when one of the flight attendants popped around the corner. "Sir, I need you to step away from the door and go back to your seat!" The flight attendant gritted through his teeth, trying to make Spectre step away from the door without waking up sleeping passengers.

Spectre slowly turned his head sideways. "You have no idea what's at stake right now." He replied as he pulled the door handle. With a blink of an eye, he was already out of the aircraft. It was like he instantly teleported a couple hundred feet in a couple of seconds when he got sucked out. Spectre was freefalling for around fifteen seconds until he was able to twist and rotate his body to adjust his position from freefalling to skydiving.

Spectre activated the cloaking mechanism that was implemented into his suit at about an altitude of a 1000 feet above the ground. Right after the cloak was activated, he deployed his parachute that he had custom made to be as clear as sky. These two things would help him land on the roof of the Pentagon undetected, or that was at least what he hoped for. He couldn't infiltrate the Pentagon using the cloak suit either as the suit would require a few minutes of recharging in-between each use, so he would have to carefully time his usage of the cloak. Now cloak suits were not as advanced yet as he had hoped, but this should do for now.

A brief moment later, Spectre landed on the roof of the Pentagon, though a little way off of the his intended landing point. This wasn't a problem for him though as he carefully rolled the clear parachute back into the bag as a means to limit any evidence left behind of his presence at the Pentagon. Spectre then started running across the Pentagon's rooftop, not as a full out sprint but more like a fast jog, sometimes having to jump or slide over air vents and pipes and dodge elevator or electrical maintenance sheds. After about a quarter mile run around the Pentagon's roof, he finally reached the entry point that the schematics in his HUD indicated. He knelt down in front of the air vent he was supposed to enter and carefully pulled off the cover. He then looked down at his gloves and activated the feature that would allow him to grip to walls, sort of like Spiderman. At first, he tested them out on the sides of the shaft and they worked to his amuse.

Spectre put his legs first and gripped the sides of the shaft with his hands as he began his slow descent down the shaft. He made sure that any security systems were being briefly deactivated on his way down then reactivated after he past, just to not raise any alarms down in the Pentagon itself. He was able to do so through a small yet effective hacking device he had available at his disposal right now. After around ten minutes of slow descent, Spectre finally arrived at one of the numerous elevator shafts in the building that he could use to descend as far as he can to reach the underground labs and stop this monstrous experiment once and for all.

Spectre was just about to descend into the elevator shaft that would lead to the basement when a green humanoid looking alien phased through the wall and popped out right in front of him. "What the hell?!" Spectre nearly yelled as he jumped back a few feet. This green humanoid alien had definitely startled Spectre as he had never even expected the possibility of someone or something to phase through walls to him. Sure, he had seen some weird and unnatural things the last couple of weeks, but this was something else to add to the list of unnatural things.

Spectre swiftly drew a blade from its holster and pointed it towards J'onn J'onzz. "Who the hell are you? Why the hell is there a damn Martian in the damn Pentagon?" He questioned the green alien. He automatically judged that this alien had superior powers to him, simply for its ability to phase through walls silently.

Spectre looked at J'onn J'onzz, whose eyes began to glow. He decided to speak first because he didn't want to battle an alien in the Pentagon and alert the security guards of his presence. "Fine, I'll tell you, but only because I don't want you to lay your eggs in me and eat me." He said as he raised up his hand slightly as a gesture of peace. He still held his katana in his hand though, just in case.

"I'm here to stop the idiots working for the government from recreating the events of September 20th." Spectre said as he inched a bit back away from the alien. "Now what are you doing here? I always had a feeling the government housed aliens but I didn't think they'd be intelligent enough to speak English."

Spectre quickly backed away from the rift as he withdrew a pistol from the holster. He shifted his attention away from J'onn J'onzz and now concentrated on the rift, though he didn't fully dismiss the green alien. He took a defensive stance as a black, armored figure exited said rift. He was impressed by the futuristic look of the armor.

"Hey Master Chief, care to tell me what you're doing here and where you got that armor?" Spectre made the remark to Guardian117.

Spectre inspected the dark armored figure before replying. "Well I'm here on some personal business. I don't know what the heck this Kree is doing here." He said as he nodded at J'onn J'onzz.

Spectre then turned back to face Guardian117. He had no intention on quarreling with any of the two inhuman figures but if it had to come down to it, he wouldn't be afraid to fight. "Well the aggressive notion depends on you. It's your move Vader." He shrugged.

Spectre stared at Guardian117, amazed at the creativity of the dig towards him. Nobody had called him a power ranger before, but now that he thought of it, he still thought it was stupid. "Wow calling me a power ranger isn't even remotely close. Cuz A: I don't have rainbow colored condom suits. B: I say Fuck a lot so I can't be a kids show. And C: Well I'm just more badass in general." Spectre pointed out in his obnoxious manner as he held out fingers to count on his points.

"So what are you doing anyways in this lovely government facility which apparently anyone can break in through these days?" Spectre asked Guardian117.