**Trigger Warning for school shooting**
The Jackal's pov
Jackals are opportunistic, a perfect symbol for a mercenary such as me. Ozy knew this… but he's a little too smart for his own good. How long has he known? How long has he known Rose Worth was the daughter of my enemy?
He has a daughter. That scumbag who stole Adeline from me, Deathstroke; had a daughter with another woman. That insufferable cunt of a man who stole my career from me and shot me in the throat has a daughter.
I was in Ozymandias' office when I saw it. The page of the white haired girl was projected onto his wall… as if he wanted me to see it. However, I knew better… and he did as well.
He wants to get rid of me so he wants me to provoke a lion. This was planted beyond doubt due to his overarching plans. This was tacit consent. The man gave me bait I could not refuse and he knew it. To think we gave Adeline a cheese trail not long ago and Ozy turned around and put me on one.
I know her friends.
Her mother.
Her teachers.
I know everything now.
I cocked my automatic rifle along with my team inside the van. It's been a while since I've killed children. This is nothing more than an abortion. I'm a doctor, not a killer, ridding the earth of mouths to feed.
"Alright," I wheezed, my forever scarred throat struggled, "keep your recordings on. No Russian. No English. I want the girl alive. Kill her friends. Her teachers. Her acquaintances. Everyone close to her and then some to hide the motive."
Kicking open the back doors we poured out onto the sidewalk. A mother and a kid were heading to their car and saw us. She screamed, scooping her child up and took three shots of FMJ. It went through them both. The kid was probably being sent home sick.
Too bad, too sad.
Pushing forward, the metal detectors tripped an alarm and one of my men spread the receptionists eyes across the room with a good shot. Moving in a brisk and tactical pace we continued to Rose Wilson's part of the school. Our recordings sounded, saying in Arabic, "For Kahndaq!"
Our masks were Kahndaqi Anubis jackals. Not as plain as the Egyptian counterpart, but more like a mix between it and a Kitsune mask. After this, Black Adam will most likely be framed for an act of terror on American soil. All the while, we get off scot free.
Weapons silenced, we split up to more effectively clean out rooms two at a time down the target hall. The first door was where four of our side targets were, a little group of girls. They spent a summer camp with Rose Wilson and became friends. In a spray of automatic fire me and my partner erased the room. Stepping on someone's removed scalp and brain matter we walked up to our targets and double tapped them.
The entire team was back in the hall within the same second that my partner and I came out. We moved to the next, blood on all our boots stained the tile we walked on. Stepping inside I saw white hair. I gripped the girl and dragged her out of her seat. Begging and groveling, someone bloody dyed their hair white! Taking my knife as my partner mopped up the room, killing the teacher that offered wisdom to Rose Worth; I sliced the girl's throat. I almost got an erection when her warm blood gushed onto me from her aorta. The adrenaline, smells of blood and powder began to push us faster.
Again my Jackals emerged in the hall within the same second as we did. They too were a little more covered in blood. We were going so fast it was all a vicious, glorious, animalistic blur but by the third room we had students trying to perform their little live shooter protocols. In this room we erased Rose's ex, best friend and number one bully. But by now I was getting angry. Where was this girl?!
Now the blood started to warm my clothes and weigh me down slightly. However I barely noticed it, if I didn't relish the feeling I probably wouldn't have noticed. The fourth room was locked. We were running out of time. Again the process repeated and my boys moved with speed and skill. I spotted a straggler holding his guts and hobbling in the hall for help and I ended him before looking to the door.
Using my underslung MAUL shotgun I shot the lock and kicked the door in. The students were huddled in the corner, scared for their lives, while the teacher, Rose's favorite, bravely wielded a pair of scissors against us. I held up a fist to hold fire. Mentally counting the students I realized one was missing.
"Where is Rose Worth?" I wheezed just before our recordings played again.
Fear was in the teacher's eyes, but not her face when she spat, "Go to hell."
So I spread her eyes onto the board behind her.
"She's in the restroom!" A student cried. "Please!"
"No witnesses." I wheezed and my partner and I killed everyone including Rose's current boyfriend.
Returning into the hall the sounds of sirens wafted in through walls from outside. The restroom was the last place we had time to check as it was on the way out the door. I unloaded my underslung shotgun and loaded privately engineered tungsten incendiary slugs only used in Kahndaq by special forces.
No one knows that Ozymandias has manufactured and sold these shells to a lot of people for quite a while.
Bursting into the restroom there was a blonde screaming in the corner placating for her life. I held a fist for the "hold fire" order. I kicked open the first stall. Empty. Then the second stall. Also empty. By the third the girl sobbed, "No one else is in here!"
I kicked it open.
Empty.
I twirled to her as our timers on our watches all began to beep. Gripping her hair, my blade hissed into my hand and threatened to scalp her as I spat, "Where is Rose Worth!?"
One of my soldiers gripped my shoulder and shook his head. It was time to go. We'll find her, ohhh we will. My knife slid across the girl's throat, reminding me of that day when I held Slade's boy at knifepoint. Dropping a duffle, we all attached Kahndaqi bullet reflectors on our belts, supposedly powered by literal bloody magic. It should make a bulletproof shield for about a minute and a half.
Running, we were greeted with SWAT teams with M4's. The only out of place addition were the ballistic shield units who provided cover for their team. Our shotguns bucked and the slugs tore through the shields, the one carrying the shield and the man behind him. Shields down, we obliterated the opposition as my heart drummed in my skull as bullets were literally redirected from the bullseye on my head.
Moving as fast as we could we rushed outside to the small group of troopers trying to keep us in until more people arrived. Bullets spat at us but were redirected and ours connected, shedding blood wherever they went. Our shield batteries started beeping, the low power warning for thirty more seconds of use but we didn't need it. Under fire, in fifteen seconds we hopped into our van and-