Hunter Zolomon |No Event|

"𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚!" -𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙋𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙕𝙤𝙤𝙢- -(𝙉)𝙎𝙁𝙒 𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚- -𝙇𝙚𝙬𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝘿𝙈𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮- -𝙉𝙤.1 𝙑𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝘼𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙖- -𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝘼𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙- ⚡𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙬⚡

"Both actually, I have a bit of a plan for my future. Considering the Unsavory events that occurred involving my Son, I imagine he never wants to see me again. As such, I need forged documents listing me as a Pro Hero. A fake name, proof of residency. The Works."

Hunter laughs and his powers completely deactivate, he's not here to hurt the mercenary. This Time. "Thanks, but I'm not here for pleasantries. Since you released me from custody, I've found it to be a bit harder to hide out. Now I need your services to remedy that Issue."

A familiar trail of blue lightning suddenly fills up the room, but only for a moment, announcing the presence of a certain Speedster. Hunter stands near the door, his lightning flickering away slowly. "Hello again, been awhile hasn't it?" {@eyepatchgun}

“Reverb and Deathstorm, two of my acquaintances broke me out. After I was freed, I travelled through time and brought myself back to take my place. His timeline was destroyed, but I got to live. Call it... a Time Remnant.” Hunter says this casually as he cleans his fingernails.

He lets out a low growl as he settles into his seat, assuming that it’ll be awhile before he’s let out. “Tch, Figures you wouldn’t bring anything to entertain your prisoner. No Books, No magazines, not even a tabloid article.”

Hunter sits with his hands behind his back, the electricity fading as the immoral personality takes over. His tone is sharp, hostile, and aggressive. Almost like a feral growl. “Where are you taking me Mercenary? You wouldn’t take me to any old laboratory, we’d get caught.”

“Call it a natural talent, alongside circumstance. I lost my grandfather to a side effect of his quirk, Metabolic Overdrive. As such, I wanted to make a universal cure that could stop degeneration. It evolved into an obsession, which led to Velocity.”

“Careful, sometime I might put ‘em on you. Then you’ll really see how fun they are.” Hunter offers a small wink as he sits in the truck, gazing at the reinforced walls. “Two inch thick steel plates reinforcing high-grade aluminum walls. Enough to stop pretty much any bullet.”

Hunter raises an eyebrow at the vehicle. This combined with the Carbyne handcuffs lead him to believe that the mercenary put almost every resource at his disposal on the line for him. Kinda impressive honestly. “Hm, I get the feeling that you see me as irreplaceable. How sweet.”