X-Force: Beyond Omega

AN: Little early. Don't forget the POWERSTONES.

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In his big office on the top floor of Oscorp Tower, Norman Osborn was sitting at his desk, looking at the newest information from his experiments. He smiled happily while checking the updates on his new Super Soldier Serum project. His scientists had finally stabilized the nanite integration process, and test subjects were surviving longer than ever before. To Osborn, it was a masterpiece—a blend of biogenetics and cutting-edge technology. Soon, his creation would revolutionize warfare and solidify Oscorp's dominance in the defense industry.

Then, his phone buzzed. It was a notification from his encrypted news feed.

BREAKING NEWS: BOLIVAR TRASK CONFESSES TO CRIMES AGAINST MUTANTS AND HUMANITY

Norman frowned, opening the video. He watched as Bolivar Trask, his long-time collaborator, poured out his soul on live television, admitting to crimes and implicating both Oscorp and General Ross. Norman's eyes widened as Trask mentioned Oscorp's role in the Sentinel project and the experimental Super Soldier Serum.

"Damn it, Trask," Norman muttered, his voice low but venomous. "You couldn't keep it together."

The screen darkened as Trask's broadcast ended with a gunshot. For a moment, silence filled the room. Norman's mind raced, calculating the fallout. Trask's confession would send SHIELD and every investigative agency in the world straight to his doorstep. His operation wasn't just compromised; it was on the verge of total collapse.

Norman's teeth clenched tight as he hit the desk with his hand. His assistant walked in, surprised by the loud sound.

"Sir, are you okay?" she asked carefully.

"Get everyone in the lab on the secure line," Norman barked. "Tell them to initiate Protocol H. I want everything packed and moved out within the hour."

"Yes, sir." The assistant hurried away.

Norman rose from his chair, striding toward the massive window overlooking New York City. His reflection stared back at him—a man who thrived on ambition and manipulation. Now, it seemed, the tables had turned.

He took the elevator to the Oscorp's restricted laboratory levels. When the doors slid open, chaos greeted him. Scientists scrambled to pack sensitive equipment into crates. Computers were being wiped clean, and secure files were uploaded to encrypted drives. The hum of machinery mixed with frantic voices as the lab descended into controlled panic.

"Status report!" Norman shouted over the noise.

Dr. Jennings, the lead scientist, rushed to his side. "We're clearing everything as fast as we can. The test subjects are being prepped for transport, but we need more time."

"You don't have more time," Norman snapped. "Trask just put a bullseye on all of us. If SHIELD shows up, we're done. Prioritize the serum and the nanite integration data. Destroy everything else if necessary."

Dr. Jennings hesitated. "And the test subjects?"

Norman's eyes narrowed. "Move them to the underground facility. I'll handle the rest. Just make sure they're out of here before SHIELD's dogs sniff us out."

Dr. Jennings nodded and hurried away. Norman turned to the nearest console, accessing the facility's internal systems. With a few keystrokes, he activated Oscorp's counter-surveillance protocols. Any attempt to monitor their activities would be met with decoys and digital misdirection.

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At the same time, in a very secure military base in Virginia, General Thaddeus "Thunderbolt" Ross was standing in front of a TV on the wall, watching the same news. He became very angry when Trask confessed everything. All their plans and years of work are now compromised.

Ross grabbed his gun, took it out of its holder, and shot the TV. The glass broke, and little sparks flew as the screen turned off. The soldiers in the room flinched but said nothing. They had learned long ago not to question the General's temper.

"That idiot just blew up our entire operation," Ross growled. He turned to his communications officer. "Get me the Pentagon. Now."

The officer hesitated. "Sir, with all due respect, Trask's confession included mentions of your involvement. The Pentagon might…"

Ross cut him off. "I don't care what they think. This is a national security matter. If they want plausible deniability, they'll back me up. Now make the damn call."

The officer nodded and hurried to comply. Ross paced the room, his mind racing. If Trask had forwarded their data to SHIELD, it was only a matter of time before agents came knocking. He needed to act quickly to cover his tracks.

Moments later, the communications officer handed Ross a secure line.

"This is General Ross," he barked. "We have a situation. I need clearance to initiate Operation Deep Clean."

The voice on the other end hesitated. "General, the fallout from Trask's confession is significant. Are you sure this is the best course of action?"

"Do you want this project to end up in SHIELD's hands?" Ross snapped. "Initiate the operation. Now."

There was a brief pause before the voice responded. "Understood. Operation Deep Clean is authorized. Good luck, General."

Ross ended the call and turned to his men. "We're locking down this base and purging everything. Any trace of the Hulkbuster initiative or the Sentinel program goes up in smoke. If anyone so much as breathes a word of this, I'll personally see them court-martialed."

The soldiers saluted and moved to carry out his orders. Ross stalked toward his office, his anger simmering. He had spent years pursuing the Hulk and building his arsenal. He wouldn't let Trask's failure bring him down.

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[SHIELD'S BASE]

SHIELD's response to Trask's sudden confession and death was swift but filled with confusion and disbelief. Fury had been monitoring the situation from the moment Trask began his televised confession, and he knew this wasn't going to be an ordinary case. The live broadcast had been cut abruptly when Trask shot himself, but the footage of his self-destructive meltdown had already made its rounds.

Fury's office was filled with agents, all frantically analyzing the footage and scrambling to assess the damage. Reports flooded in of explosions around the world—Trask's facilities had been destroyed, one by one, as the self-destruct protocols triggered. The scale of the devastation was enough to raise eyebrows even at SHIELD. Trask's words echoed in Fury's mind: "Let my death be a reminder of the price of fear and prejudice." A man like Trask, whose fear of mutants had fueled his every action, had ended in utter despair, and that desperation had caused catastrophic consequences.

"Sir, the facilities are completely obliterated," Agent Maria Hill reported, her tone tight with urgency. "And Trask... he's gone. Shot himself on live television. The confession is all over the news."

Fury paced the room, his mind racing. There were still so many questions left unanswered, particularly about who could have orchestrated this chain of events. Trask wasn't the type to just fall into guilt overnight. Someone had manipulated him—someone with enough power to bend his mind. And Fury knew exactly who that might be.

"Get me every piece of footage you can find," Fury ordered. "Trask was playing for an audience, and whoever made him sing like that is still out there. They're likely already a step ahead of us."

The footage of Trask's confession was a public spectacle, and every news outlet had picked it up. Trask's revelation about his collaborations with Norman Osborn, General Ross, and his involvement with the Hulkbuster project would send ripples through the political and corporate world. Fury knew it wouldn't take long before the consequences hit hard, especially with the mention of Osborn's involvement. The public wouldn't let that go unanswered.

Meanwhile, in the war room, Fury convened with some of SHIELD's top operatives, including Black Widow, Hawkeye, and Maria Hill. They needed to figure out their next move and fast.

"We've got a serious problem on our hands," Fury began, leaning over the holographic map of the world. "Norman Osborn and General Ross are still at large, and they're tied to everything Trask just spilled. We can't just let them sit pretty after this."

Natasha crossed her arms, her gaze cold and calculating. "Osborn's probably going to pull strings to cover his tracks, and Ross won't go down without a fight. Trask was right about one thing—the Sentinels were only the tip of the iceberg."

Fury nodded grimly. "They both need to be taken down before this whole mutant eradication program gains any more momentum. We've been reactive for too long. It's time we go on the offensive."

As the agents were about to leave...

"Natasha, a moment please?" Fury called out.

She turned around and walked up to Fury.

"You think he's involved?" She asked.

"There's a chance. If I were in his shoes and knew about this whole mutant extermination project, I'd do everything in my power to make sure it never saw the light of day," Fury explained. "And what could be a better time than this when people are calling him God? He'll probably go after Osborn or Ross, next."

"You know I can't stop him. If what Trask said is true, then those two don't deserve any mercy," Natasha replied.

"I'm not asking you to stop him. I want you to cover his tracks. He's angry and in anger, mistakes are made. We both know he won't hesitate to take care of the problem himself, and that means blood will be spilled. Erase his tracks, cover his ass, and make sure he doesn't get caught," Fury ordered. "The last thing we need is an angry guy with Godly powers on SHIELD's doorstep and he has that Infinity Stone... Sigh!" 

Natasha nodded before leaving.

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[Back to Norman]

Norman was already on a call with his lawyers. But then something happened that he doesn't remember... One moment he was talking with his lawyers and the next he was lying on a bed, strapped down by his arms and legs. Norman realized that he couldn't move any part of his body. Then, he looked around and noticed that he was lying in one of the test chambers in the lab.

Then, Norman heard voices.

"Tell me, Norman... Are you ready to feel what they felt? Well, your answer doesn't matter."

He looked around but there was no one there. But he clearly heard someone's voice.

"Argg!" He felt a sting of pain in his neck. "What is happening?"

"Just an overdose of your new SSS serum with a few personalized tweaks. Well, it's a failure. Then again, so are you."

Suddenly Norman began to feel hot all over. And then... He screamed in pain.

"ARGGGGG!!!!"

His body felt like it was on fire. The nanites in his bloodstream were burning him alive from the inside. His skin began to crack and bleed as the nanites tore through his flesh.

Norman's screams echoed through the laboratory as he writhed in agony.

Then a portal opened and his body flew into it.

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[Ross' base]

A purple portal opened and Norman fell into the armory storage...

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