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« Jul 24, 2009 22:57:20 GMT -6 »
The Headmaster sat in the secret chamber within his office, hidden behind the bookshelf that sat opposite of the picture of J Edgar Hoover, his ever watchful gaze reminding The Headmaster just who he worked for. The secret chamber was cold and dark, the only thing within it it was a small office chair in front of a wall lined with monitors, most of which showed activity over the school, including the newly built MAPP building, the whole reason for his presence and a major point of interest to many high ranking officials in the Government, including the Secretary of Defense.

His gaze focused on a smaller set of monitors that did not watch the school, instead they were set up in a small warehouse he had leased a month ago. Inside was a small and dingy boxing ring, the whole place looked dirty and shabby, the cameras practically unnoticeable with their size and placement.

Officially this tournament was run by a sleazeball of a man known as Johnny Danger, or at least that's what he was known by in this area. He happened to be a drug dealer that one of The Headmaster's men had picked up trying to deal on campus, he had pretty much been given the option of aiding Johnson with this tournament or being shot in a back alleyway. Obviously he chose to run this event, even if he didn't know why the Headmaster wanted this done, and that was just how he wanted it. Let him wonder all he wants, as long as he does his job Johnson could care less, though he would be killed when it was all over, no point in leaving loose ends.

Why was the Headmaster of a school running a tournament in secret? And why was he monitoring it from a distance? The answer was much simpler then many might think. He was on assignment, and he was attempting to choose the most capable candidates for his experiment. He had high hopes in the MAPP project, the tests done on animals proved to be more then satisfactory, with only minor deaths or cases of madness. It was his belief that those minor failures can be averted with careful screening of potential test subjects, ensuring that only the fittest undergo the tests.

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« Jul 25, 2009 0:22:45 GMT -6 »
Dr. Thomas Kussro: Journal Entry #4


Weeks prior to my appointment as O'hare Dean, had I taken deliberate notice of one Headmaster Johnson. I'd been enrolled in the Chula Vista Collective long before Stephen C. Johnson, and as a result, it wasn't hard to see the gradual change in setting as he settled in.

The first flag to raise my attention was the sheer lack of available information. Everyone has their secrets (I know this better than most, for I'm not even aware of all my own), but in the world of Education credentials are displayed on a silver platter. With the Headmaster, it wasn't like this. Besides his name and a Federal background, I could find almost nothing on him. Chalk it off to paranoia or egotistical behavior, but in fact its a rare occasion for me to not find the information I search for.

As I've noted before, the single greatest irk of my curiousity is the Northern area of the academy to the side of the pit. It's been fenced off from student and faculty alike, and seemingly only has work done during the evening. Educational facilities may have private records, but to me there is no need for classified sections.

These would have stayed as seperate irks to me, had I not come upon a recent discovery.

Double checking through backdoor financial records, I noticed a good deal of money changing hands into a "Johnny Danger." I have no proof, but I severely doubt there's a face to that name. Regardless, the one signing off financial funds of the Collective to Mr. Danger is none other than Headmaster Johnson. Now, the main question to be asked is one other than why would a high school Headmaster have a need to run a secret underground fighting tournament? To my best guess, I surmise that if I am to find the answer, it will be in the North section of campus. I realize that I will most likely be sticking my nose where it doesn't belong, but anywhere my nose doesn't belong is certainly somewhere the student body shouldn't be anywhere near. I'm prepared to do whatever necessary to protect the children of the Chula Vista Collective and yet...

I'm most frightened at the prospect of what I may find.

Dr. Thomas Kussro

Dr. Kussro folded the paper and placed it in the middle drawer of the desk. He doubted anyone would ever read these letters, but they were always a good way of helping him arrange his thoughts much more clearly. Regardless, he was hoping to finally put his mind at ease tonight. Tonight was the scheduled secret tournament of the Headmaster, likely taking his attention away. He couldn't be sure, but he doubted there'd be another chance.

The locks weren't hard to pick, though Dr. Kussro was curious as to why something so secret wouldn't be any better guarded than mere padlocks. Either there was nothing to worry about, or everything to. The building was only have finished and furbished on the inside, support beams and wooden frames still marking the entrance. It looked like any other construction site, that is, until Dr. Kussro opened the coded door that luckily hadn't been activated yet.

What was inside could best be described by a Universal Soldier movie clip. There were monitors everywhere, displaying all sorts of graphs and statistics. What they were representing must have been coded, however, as Kussro didn't recognize the symbols. Further in there were several chemistry labs, holding all sorts of pharmaceuticals and testing equipment. Dr. Kussro even noticed the radioactive waste containers, stationed just next to what was none other than holding cells.

Moving to one of the standing control panels, Dr. Kussro began to punch in buttons, pulling up several screens on the monitors he didn't understand. On the seventh page, however, Dr. Thomas Kussro came upon something he began to understand. A simulated CAT scan of the brain, with specifics on certain lobes...

"Oh dear Lord..."

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« Jul 25, 2009 0:39:01 GMT -6 »
The Headmaster was engrossed in the events of the tournament, his eyes watching as each student fought. Taking notes on combat style, endurance, speed, reaction time, anything that could be enhanced. Everything that would have to be enhanced to make the perfect soldier. The fact that his classified facility was being broken in to was almost beyond his notice, at least it would have been if it hadn't been for someone triggering the silent alarm. A small flashing red light going off on the section of monitors designated for the MAPP building.

Sliding the office chair away from the current match the Headmaster frowned when he saw what was going on at the MAPP building. He expected students to get gutsy, but not a faculty member, and not even one of his own. The Headmaster couldn't help but make a tsking noise as he stood up. He had no choice but to take care of this, the good doctor had stuck his nose where it didn't belong, and the only way to ensure that the secrets within didn't reach the outside world was to silence him.

Standing up he turned to leave his secret office, thankful that everything was recorded so that valuable data wouldn't be lost while he fixed this minor situation. Making a stop over at his desk, after pushing the bookcase back in place he opened the top drawer and pulled out his 9mm, siding it behind his back, under the suit jacket.

Even now he was dressed the same, suit and tie, polished shoes and sunglasses. Always with the glasses, night or day. He had his reasons, ones that the good doctor was sure to find out about today.

The Headmaster rushed to the MAPP building as fast as he could without actually running, after all nothing would attract notice more then the Headmaster running. And that was the last thing he wanted to do. First he had to deal with Fightmaster snooping around, and then several students causing problems, and now this. He was not pleased, but up until now they had been minor issues at most. This had potential to be a big one.

Flipping open his cell phone he dialed a number on his speed dial, waiting while the phone rang out several times before his contact picked up. "We have an unexpected guest. Yes sir I am taking care of it. No sir, I think he is suspicious already, I think extraction would be the best plan before he can learn anything concrete. Right sir, I understand sir." With that he hung up the phone, knowing that soon there would be transport for his other problem, he couldn't afford snooping, not now.

Making his way in to the building he listened for footfalls, hearing some a short distance away, rounding the corner he saw him. Slowly the Headmaster made his way around the corner, allowing Kussro to see him. His hands at his side, and his face an emotionless mask. His eyes hidden scanned the man in front of him, gauging him and watching for any sudden movements, all while attempting to put on a show of being nonchalant. He was sure it was convincing, but he wasn't sure that the doctor would be convinced. After all he was a bit of a specialist, he was sure he would be far better at reading body language then most.

"I see you are interested in MAPP. Do you understand what you are looking at or do you need an explanation?"

He asked as he slowly closed the gap, he figured that if he could keep him talking and distracted he could make this a clean kill, less hassle for him in the end.

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« Jul 25, 2009 0:55:18 GMT -6 »
Dr. Kussro's eyes trailed the monitor at reading speeds even he hadn't known he obtained. After reaching page nine, the doctor backtracked all the way to page one. Now knowing what he was looking for, he began to understand the previous page with every next one he read. Coming to the last page, number ten, Kussro was interrupted.

He cursed himself for getting too caught up in the information, for it caused him to become oblivious to the world around him. The Headmaster now had the jump on him. He was Daniel in the lions' den. Unfortunately, it was unlikely that God was involved in something this horrid, this...blasphemous.

"Enhancements, amplifications..."

Dr. Kussro stepped away from the monitor, facing the Headmaster from accross the operating table. He tilted his head downward slightly, his glasses glinting in the light and reflecting the monitor upon them. Dr. Kussro was aware of what was happening now. The Headmaster was stalling, so he'd have to do the same. He took note of the posture and balance of Johnson, easily inferencing the man's intent.

Kussro slid his right hand into his front jacket pocket, pinching the watch between thumb and forefiner.

"Things of that sort, am I correct?"

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« Jul 25, 2009 1:07:14 GMT -6 »
He was impressed, the doctor figured it out, and in a short time too. He was smarter then the Headmaster had thought. A small oversight, but a shame all the same. If he was smart enough to decipher everything in the short time he had alone with the information he could have been of use on the research team.

"More or less." He replied, there was very little to say other then that. It was enhancing physical and mental capabilities to a super human level. Turning students in to weapons would be the start, testing on the dregs of society, the hard cases that no one could deal with. These students had no future in the real world, and so they would be sacrificed in the name of progress and the glory of the nation that birthed them. Their sacrifice would let them perfect the technology that could enhance people beyond the normal scope of abilities. Sure there were some born different, special. That's where this all began, back in the Cold War with Hoover, using psychics to spy on the Russians. Ever since then the FBI has used psychics ever since then, it was only natural that they would look in to possibilities other then those they have encountered in a natural setting.

"I am sorry for this Doctor, it is nothing personal, but you are now threatening national security, and in our current world of terror I can't risk what you know falling in to the wrong hands."

With that the Headmaster reached behind him, his hand gripping his gun, pulling it out and forward he fired twice, sending two bullets flying to the other man. He intended to end this quickly and cleanly. No torture, no beatings, he would give the man a clean death. A small mercy one would suppose, but mercy had little to do with it. A fight would risk damaging the equipment which was something he wanted to avoid, so he would make it quick.

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« Jul 25, 2009 14:40:12 GMT -6 »
"Unfortunately for both of us, I believe it already has."

Even if Kussro was to completely overlook the blatant threat thrown his way, the body language would also be enough to give the Headmaster's intentions away. The moment his hips began to shift and his arm went towards his back, Kussro would whip into motion.

Pivoting his left foot back, Kussro would show only his right side to the Headmaster, making him a smaller target. At the same time, his right hand would whip up and out of his pocket, the watch still pinched in his grip. The chain link would break as the watch shot out in a straight line, aimming to strike the Headmaster right inbetween his eyes. Should it connect it wouldn't prevent the shots of the gun, but throw them just off course enough to miss their mark.

Instead of waiting for the few seconds for the Headmaster to re-align his sights, Dr. Kussro would dive to the left, ducking behind the wall of monitors. Instantly rolling to his feet he would make a bee-line for the nearest door. Finding a stair case, the doctor would make his way up onto it, finding the roof of the building that shouldn't exist.

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« Jul 27, 2009 0:49:46 GMT -6 »
The gun blasts fired right after the Headmaster was struck by the small piece of metal, causing his hand to jerk up just enough to miss it's target. The good doctor was smart to run, the Headmaster was a crack shot and he did not intend to miss again. giving the wall a quick glance, relieved to see that it was just wall that was shot and not monitoring equipment Johnson would start to follow the path that the Doctor had taken.

Moving up the stairway, keeping his gun at the ready in case he caught sight of Kussro. The fool was moving up to the roof, not the best tactic for escape, and try as he was to escape it was only a matter of time before he was cornered and then disposed of.

Once he reached the door that lead to the roof the Headmaster would kick it open, proceeding outward quickly, scanning for his target. He knew he couldn't be far, and while he couldn't see him right when he came on to the roof, there was only a limited amount of hiding space, he would be found.

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« Jul 27, 2009 16:42:31 GMT -6 »
A tactical retreat. To most, that would seem the logical course of action when facing a trained man with a firearm. Unfortunately, Dr. Kussro knew in both mind and heart that this wasn't the course he would allow himself to take. The Headmaster would need to be held accountable for this place, but even if he could make a full escape to plan for a better way, there would be no more opportunities. If he was to escape, he'd likely be gunned down in his sleep, as well as the numerous government cover ups for this facility.

The only choice for Dr. Thomas Kussro was to make a stand here and now, while the odds were still one on one. He just needed to find a better setting.

It was common procedure for law enforcement and military officers alike to lead with their gun out and ready to fire. Luckily, the doctor had noticed that the Headmaster was part of the majority of people that were right handed. As a result, the moment the Headmaster opened the door to the roof, Dr. Kussro would stomp his right foot into it, slamming it back to close. However, knowing that the gun arm would more than likely be out, the edge of the door would strike somewhere between wrist and elbow, once again throwing the gun off target.

Rather than waiting to see if this would be enough to disarm him, Dr. Kussro would immediately reach out with his right hand, gripping the barrel of the gun tightly. Holding the sliding barrel in place, it wouldn't be able to retract and fire. WIth his thumb, he'd reach down and press the cartridge release button, dropping the rest of the ammo from the gun. At the same time, Dr. Kussro's left palm would be shooting accross, aimming for the right side of Johnson's chin.

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« Aug 15, 2009 23:57:54 GMT -6 »
The Headmaster had never been one for direct combat, it wasn't what he was trained for and it wasn't his style in dealing with most situations. This was a drastic situation that required that he take a personal and hasty action to supress the situation before it got out of hand. Because of his lack of training he was unprepared for the door slamming in to his arm, causing him to grunt out in pain as the gun fired in to the air. He would attempt to move to line up his target and fire, however it seemed that the good doctor was a more skilled combatant than he was.

He sneered with displeasure when he heard the clip eject from the gun and land on the ground with a clatter, his hand dropped the gun as he closed his eyes focusing for a moment, mustering up his will before the door would burst open with a surprising amount of force.

In theory this would allow the Headmaster to enter the roof and face off against the good doctor man to man now. Finish the job and ensure that he did not leave this place alive. If the Doctor did not launch a counterattack to prevent him from getting on to the roof the Headmaster would take off his sunglasses with a surprising casualness for a man that was trying to kill another man, and who was now disarmed.

"I am sorry things had to go this way Doctor, is there anything special you would like on your tombstone?" He asked with a triumphant grin on his face, almost as if he had already won the match.

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« Aug 22, 2009 23:14:36 GMT -6 »
Perhaps the Headmaster didn't know the extent of Dr. Kussro's hand to hand combat knowledge, or perhaps he was simply being careless. Either way, the Doctor was more than satisfied as the clip ejected from the gun, removing the largest advantage from the playing field. Without the gun, Kussro wasn't worried for a one-shot fatal blow, unless the Headmaster also had extensive knowledge of unarmed combat the Doctor wasn't aware of--a distinct possibility.

Johnson smashed into the door, causing the Headmaster to palm the door instead. Rather than try and force it closed once more, Kussro would merely keep it from ramming into him as he backpeddled, twisting the gun out of the Headmaster's hand as he did so. If successful, Kussro would take a few steps back away, tossing the gun behind him and off the roof, just in case Johnson would have time to merge clip and gun once more.

"Not as sorry as I am." Kussro replied, pushing his glasses back onto his nose as he watched the Headmaster very carefully.

"No one has been hurt yet, Johnson. You still have time to prevent this mistake before it blows out of proportions. The growth rate on those sheets leaves no doubt that it will get much larger than you'll be able to control. Don't be a fool."

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« Sept 16, 2009 10:51:24 GMT -6 »
"Mistake? I think you underestimate my abilities to control the situation. I have unique abilities that make me suited for this project over most people." He said with a small smile as he watched the other man. He wasn't worried, cautious yes, but he knew if he played his cards right he could still win, even without the gun. He was sure that the good Doctor was skilled in hand to hand combat as he was able to disarm the Headmaster, and the Headmaster knew that it was not his strong point. He would get hurt, but he would win. The first thing was first, make the advance, he wanted to continue to push the good Doctor to be on the defensive, to retreat until he was out of places to go, which wouldn't be much further.

The Headmaster advanced to the Doctor, he wasn't going to try for anything fancy, he wasn't even going to use the training he got for combat in the academy, he had other plans, he didn't plan to restrain the Doctor, he planned to kill him. When the Headmaster got within striking distance his right arm would shoot out for the Doctor's chest, he was going to try and grab his shirt, simple as that, and if he got ahold of it he was going to pull the doctor in and then send his knee up. Though to be honest he was expecting the Doctor to react, to think the Headmaster simple and to grow confident, that would be his downfall in the end.
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« Sept 17, 2009 22:01:08 GMT -6 »
Calm and relaxed. That is how Dr. Kussro had gotten out of his many scrapes throughout his life, and its how he planned to now. Even so, flipping a coin nine times and landing on heads all nine, the tenth still had fifty percent probability of landing on tails. In a life and death situation, it was no different.

Exhaling softly, Dr. Kussro's tai chi breathing technique would calm his mind, seemingly slowing down the actions of both Johnson and himself. As Johnson grabbed forward, Kussro's right hand would swing outside, grabbing the outside of the wrist as he pulled towards his hip. Pivoting back on his left foot, Kussro's swung his right foot back 90 degrees, placing him on the outside of Headmaster Johnson's body. As he pulled and pivoted, his left arm would cock in and back, aimming a sharp back elbow strike to the bridge of Johnson's nose.

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« Oct 5, 2009 23:59:04 GMT -6 »
Before Johnson could fully advance, however, a well-placed bullet would clip him through the heart at an oblique angle, expertly placed between the second and third rib and just missing the sternum. Johnson would barely feel a thing aside from a short, sharp shock, just before his heart would explode from the 7.62 mm NATO round hollow-point cartridge. Normally, a hollow-point would remain inside the body, but from Staff Sergeant Fightmaster's relatively short distance atop the John C. Fremont main building, M40A5 Rifle propped against the lip of it, the hollow-point would still punch right through Johnson's chest, making sure to take as much of the heart as it could with it. The man would be laying in a pool of his own blood within moments.

Fightmaster had seen the entire exchange. His job had always been to keep an eye on the Headmaster, and it wasn't difficult to learn about his secret chamber, and the true purpose of the MAPP building. He had submitted his reports to his General, but had received no change of orders. However, from his position, watching Johnson leave his secret chamber, after having seen Kussro enter the MAPP building, taking off after the good Doctor, Fightmaster began to think that he was right in using his rifle as a monocular. Even through the tinted windows, Fightmaster's self-modified scope was more than adequate, especially after flipping on the night-vision enhancement. The entire scene played out before him, and Fightmaster watched as Johnson tried to murder Thomas Kussro in cold blood.

It was settled then, in the Staff Sergeant's eyes. This Johnson character was much too unpredictable to have around. If left unchecked, he would directly interfere with Fightmaster's own plans. And so, once the shot was clear, the soldier took his shot. He didn't need another. At least, not yet.

Kussro would look in the direction of the shooter, and Fightmaster would wave to him, announcing his presence. Not long after, he would take his cell phone and hold it up to show Kussro, before dialing a number: Johnson's.

Kussro would hear the phone ringing in the dead man's jacket pocket, and would tentatively reach over and answer it, taking care not to touch anything he didn't have to. "Hello?"

"You should be more careful, Dr. Kussro. Apparently digging around in places you shouldn't can earn you more than a reprimand around here."

"Yes, it would appear so. Thank you for the- ACK!" Kussro's words would be halted mid-sentence as Fightmaster, who had been readying himself back into firing position, would take another shot. This time, instead of aiming for a person, Fightmaster's shot hit with perfect precision the firearm that Headmaster Johnson had previously held. Kussro, tossing behind him as he had, hadn't sent the gun entirely off the edge, and it was balancing near the side. When Fightmaster's bullet hit the gun, it caused a misfire with the one bullet chambered bullet that wouldn't have been ejected with the rest of the clip, causign the 9mm bullet to impact itself into Kussro's knee. The good doctor would collapse from the pain and the fact that his leg could no longer support his weight, and the phone would fall near his head. As he began to black out from the pain, he would hear Fightmaster's voice once again.

"Don't thank me yet, Thomas."

And with that, Fightmaster hung up, and left his perch on the roof of the building, calling 911 and informing the police that a shooting had just occured at the Chula Vista Collective.

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