---Daily Planet---

“This is Lois Lane with the Daily Planet, outside the gates of the White House, where we’re seeing thousands of protesters demanding the federal government explain the recent nuclear weapons test as recent satellite imaging from commercial satellites and foreign nations has shown what appears to be a nuclear detonation, and the specs match that of the submarine-launched Trident II missile.

However, recent statements from the Pentagon say that it was used on the island chain of Santa Prisca, an island with no known inhabitants, and was the site of a controlled nuclear weapons test. Any information coming out to the contrary is to be considered misinformation, and an interagency investigation and report will be conducted and published for the public.

This also comes with recent leaks that Qurac, a long-term adversary of the United States, had been funding and arming Intergang with heavy weapons as well as manufacturing the power armour that was used during the nationwide attacks that killed thirty-thousand Americans.

As more of these leaks come out, the president has issued a declaration of war against the nation of Qurac in retaliation for the arming of the deaths of thousands of our fellow Americans. He has issued a four-month-long amnesty to allow the nation's leaders to turn themselves over to US custody before the invasion commences.

This comes with many defence contractors, including Amertek, being awarded several contracts to design power armour based on dozens of captured samples from the recent Intergang terror attacks. Prominent companies such as Opal Sea and Directorial have also been offered no-bid contracts from the Department of Defence to provide security for strategic locations in Qurac.

Is this a repeat of the current administration's controversial global war on terror, or have they learnt from the consequences of their previous aggressive foreign policy? Only time will tell, but we will be covering it as it unfolds live on the Daily Planet.”

***

---Apartment---

A few days later

With his mission complete, Barnes returned to Clark's apartment, sitting down on the living room couch. As he watched the news, he looked over at Jon eating breakfast at the dinner table with bandages wrapped around several areas of his body, including his head.

“Jon, are you okay?” He asks, hoping his ‘nephews’ well-being is okay.

“Better than before,” Jon says as he eats his food.

“Hmph, you want to be a bit late for school today? Maybe miss the first period?” Barnes says, leaning back on the couch as he spreads out his arms.

“Well, I have double math class first thing, so yeah. Let’s go,” Jon says as he finishes his pancakes, picking up his plate and putting it into the dishwasher as Barnes gets up, grabbing the keys for the hellcat as he puts on his shoes.

As Jon runs up with his school bag around his back, he opens the door and holds it onto the handle while looking at Barnes “Ladies First." He snickers while looking into his eyes, clearly being caught off guard by the classic joke.

“Dogs follow,” Barnes says, smirking as he steps out of the door and into the corridor as Jon steps out as well.

Looking around the corridor, Barnes sees one face he least expected... Amanda Waller, and for all he knows, he has to do more work for her.

“Did your fatass smell the pancakes from the Pentagon?” Barnes insults, already knowing that Amanda Waller was there to give him another mission.

“Send the kid downstairs; I arranged a taxi to take him,” Waller says, walking up to Barnes while Jon goes into the elevator, heading downstairs.

“What do you want? I already have the information you guys need to authorise an invasion.” Barnes sighs, knowing she’s going to give him another mission.

“Call it a reward if you will, but all you need to do is go to the largest airbase in Qurac; we believe there’s seventy fighter jets stationed on it; do that and destroy a few anti-air missile batteries,” Waller says, walking up to him, staring him right into the eye, showing a clear sign that she does not fear him.

---Qurac---

Doomguy walks out of his portal and onto the asphalt of the airbase he was assigned to destroy, a minigun in hand to tear apart any aircraft that attempts to take off. Unsurprisingly, he can see a fighter jet attempting to take off, only for it to be torn apart by the minigun, causing it to fly for a few more seconds thanks to its momentum, and then crash behind Doomguy, the explosion engulfing his backside as he walks out.

ASH hacks into the communications network of the airbase, allowing Doomguy to speak directly to every single individual that was present. “On behalf of the tens of thousands of innocent civilians your nation caused the deaths of. I, Doomguy, am here to give your death warrants; anyone who wishes to fight will have nothing short of death given to them, and I will not attack those who do not wish to fight.”.

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“Hand over all aircraft for their immediate destruction, and you will be spared,” Doomguy says. His words spread to every soldier, airman, or other personnel that was there.

Continuing his rampage, he splits his minigun into four separate barrels, heavily increasing the fire rate as he starts shooting into several more parked aircraft, igniting their fuel and payloads and creating a chain reaction of massive explosions.

The airbase starts falling into chaos as the alarm blares and the soldiers attempt to mount a resistance as they bring out tanks and armoured vehicles.

Seeing the tanks come out onto the airfield, Doomguy swaps to his rocket launcher and fires several rockets, blowing up the tanks as their turrets pop off, launching several feet into the air before crashing down into the surrounding areas.

The explosions continue to kill any nearby personnel, but those not caught in the initial explosions are set ablaze, screaming in agony as they die as the destruction sends the Quraci soldiers into disarray, demoralised from the carnage, and unable to stop Doomguy.

“Sir, an incoming call from the president of Qurac,” ASH says, making Doomguy look at the incoming call as it appears on his HUD.

“Bring him on an audio call; I don’t want him to see my handsome face,” Doomguy says as he continues shooting his minigun.

“I have a proposal for you, Doomguy, to leave the country, and I shall not hesitate to take all necessary actions towards American allies in the region.” The Quraci president says, not even greeting Doomguy.

“I ain’t leavin', and if you're talking about those fucking missiles you have, what’s stopping me from staying and killing you? Not to mention a response from the Justice League or the U.S.” Doomguy says with much venom in his voice that his anger was prevalent in his voice for the dead that were killed because of some political game.

An audible grunt could be heard from the president as the call cut, allowing Doomguy to focus fully on ripping and tearing the airbase apart.

Looking around the airbase, the flames of the destroyed airbase continued to be lit ablaze as the corpses not set on fire from the surrounding fire rot on the floor, their blood spilling out onto the asphalt. “How many aircraft are left?” Doomguy asks as his HUD shows a fraction of forty over seventy aircraft left.

Hearing the whirrs of helicopter blades come closer, he turns his head to see several attack helicopters, armed to the teeth with missiles and machine guns, approaching.

“These guys are just stalling; open a portal and take me to the capital city. I’m going to find the SAMs and get out,” Doomguy says as a portal opens up, firing one last missile into a radar dish while walking through the portal.

Walking out of the portal, he steps out onto a busy road. The buildings were mostly mid-rise and were coloured in an old beige, showing a lack of finances to create a colourful metropolitan city like in the United States, as many people drove cars that were at least a decade old.

But all of their eyes were on him, and many of them were paralysed from fear. Fearful for what Doomguy was about to do, because all they knew was that their country had attacked the United States. Now they’ve sent one of the most powerful members of the Justice League, resembling the grim reaper with his rocket launcher slung over his shoulder like a scythe, ready to enact punishment on them.

Putting his rocket launcher away to appear less of a threat, Doomguy starts speaking with his armour’s speakers on full volume to get everyone's attention: “I know not many of you can speak English, but just tell me if you know where your military is putting anti-air missiles" Showing no ill intent towards the innocents, something that damned his father to becoming the doom slayer.

An old short lady walking with her cane approaches, hunched over, moving her feet manually step by step, coming within just a few inches away from him as she lifts her cane up and hits him on the side of his thigh armour plate. “Y-you killed my grandson at the airbase,” she says in broken English as tears form in her eyes as the people around them start recording with their phones, hoping to see a negative reaction from Doomguy. “I heard his shriek, as he was speaking to me, before he was then torn apart by you!” The old lady Shaklee raised a withered finger at Doomguy as she spoke.

“And thousands of grandmothers lost their grandsons when your country thought it’d be okay to arm terrorist groups. I only feel remorse as it had to come to this,” Doomguy says as the lady accidentally drops her cane from her lack of grip strength.

The old woman almost fell to the ground before Doomguy placed his hand out to keep her balanced while leaning down, picking up her cane, and holding it to her. Stealing the cane out of his hands with a glance towards the faceless man behind the visor, the old lady turns around and walks away.

A young man then walks up and nervously says, “I saw one near the parliament building and another to the laboratory in the south of the city.”

Doomguy nods in thanking the young man as he opens yet another portal to the laboratory, not bothered by the idea of killing their politicians.

Walking out, he can see the bio lab with the barbed-wire fences, white paint, and dead soldiers strung across the monotone grey exterior. The sight of soldiers killed and dead scientists carelessly strung about confused Doomguy, actively questioning what happened and who did it.

“What the fuck happened? Did Waller have a hand in this?” Doomguy mumbles under his breath, pondering what this could have been because of. “ASH, contact Waller. I want to know if she has a hand in this shit,” Doomguy says as he hears Waller's voice.

“What?” She asks, oblivious to the situation.

“Did you send in black ops teams to attack this biolab in the south of the capital city?” He asks angrily.

“No? But even if we did, they deserved it." Waller retorts, justifying the killing of ‘innocent’ scientists.

As the call cuts, Doomguy ignores the surface-to-air missiles and walks towards the rotting corpses on the ground. Brass casings were also scattered around the area, but these soldiers didn’t seem regular. Their weapons had more polymer furniture and advanced attachments, making it obvious they were special forces. This leaves a new question for Doomguy to answer: why were Quraci special forces present on a biolab? The only way to find out was to go inside the lab to find answers.

Pulling out his super shotgun, he shoots open the metal door and walks inside to see even more dead bodies. These were brutalized in many different ways, with their throats cut, eyes gouged, ears chopped off, and limbs removed.

But something was off. Doomguy notices that all of the dead bodies were slashed by something sharp, most likely swords, axes, and knives, judging the size of the slash marks.

Looking around, Doomguy sees a dead scientist sitting down against a wall slumped over with his lab coat in tatters, painted red by his blood as he holds onto a folder.

Walking up to the corpse, Doomguy kneels down and grabs the folder, pulling out the papers inside to take a look at their content.

“Project Greenhouse” He reads the title of the folder as he then looks at the rest of the folder, only for most of the text to be redacted under black stripes, only revealing a few words.

Continuing onto the next page, the first words read “neurotoxin weapon,” causing Doomguy's eyes to dilate.

The realisation hits him like a Baron of Hell; those dead soldiers were there to prevent the weapon from being stolen, and someone or an entire group killed them all along with massacring the entire laboratory.