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       Project Thunderbird: Drs. Jones and Horne
       By: insert name Date: July 4, 2017, 3:17 am
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       Project Thunderbird has one very simple goal: eliminate Jarvis
       West.
       In an ideal world, they'd be bringing him in for a trial, but
       the world isn't ideal. The first priority is to kill him. If
       possible, Project Thunderbird would like to kill him in a
       circumstance where they can claim credit, but failing that
       they're prepared to abandon all connection to the USA and make
       the kill as an entirely deniable team.
       The problem there is that Jarvis West is difficult to find, and
       even more difficult to kill. No one, no one, has been reported
       ever actually firing at him, and the few times that metahumans
       who have fought him, they've found it almost impossible.
       The two newest members of the team, Drs. Horne and Jones are
       having this fact impressed on them hard. Today they're talking
       to Marvin Weller, the only member of Project Thunderbird to have
       fought with West. Weller, codename Nimbus.
       Weller used to be a federal marshal in texas. He lacks the
       former training of the rest of the team, but he's one of the few
       with metahuman clout. He's a big, stocky man who fought with
       West outside of Austin. It went south.
       "I thought I was smart," he says. The briefing room they're in
       is small, almost claustrophobic. "I thought I'd nail him without
       him seeing me, without me hearing him. Just a blast from out of
       the blue, and it would all be over. I went for him while he was
       out of town, headed for the border. I'd gotten his license and
       car description over the radio, and figured without people
       around for him to threaten everything would be fine. I focused
       myself through the world, and found him. I can see people from
       clouds. There he was, way down below, I recognized the car. I
       watched and waited till he was the only one on the road and
       then..." he slams his hand down on the table, palm open, to make
       a tremendous bang noise. "Bolt of lightning from the sky!" He
       shakes his head, ruefully.
       "It tore the car apart, but West crawled out of the wreckage
       anyways. I mustered my focus together, and prepared another
       bolt... but I couldn't do it. There he was, a mile below me,
       trapped out on the road and hopeless and... I just couldn't
       bring myself to hurt him."
       He stares down into his coffee.
       "I don't know if anyone can bring themselves to just kill him.
       It's like just seeing him turns a switch in your head that says:
       no violence. Not on him."
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