CLASSIFIED INTELLIGENCE DOSSIER
Security Level: OMEGA BLACK
Distribution: Authorized Personnel Only
The room was silent.
A circular chamber buried in several levels beneath an undisclosed location in an intelligence facility. No windows. No identifying insignias. Only a long obsidian conference table illuminated by a cold strip of white light running across the ceiling.
Twelve figures sat around the table—intelligence directors, covert operations chiefs, and representatives of several clandestine organizations that technically did not exist to the outside world.
On the central holographic display, a single file appeared.
TARGET FILE: Deadpool
A few people in the room shifted uncomfortably.
One agent leaned forward, furious, adjusted his glasses, and said:
"Why the heck are we reopening this file?"
Another voice from the opposite end of the table responded calmly.
"We're only reopening it, this time around."
A pause.
"To decide whether it's finally possible to eliminate him."
The holographic screen flickered.
A full-body projection appeared in the center of the table.
A man clad in a crimson and black tactical suit, armored yet flexible, designed for mobility rather than protection. Twin katana blades rested across his back in a cross pattern. A pair of large-caliber pistols hung loosely at his sides.
His mask—expressionless yet strangely expressive—stared back at the room.
One of the analysts began reading from the report.
IDENTITY FILE
Codename: Deadpool
Legal Name: Unknown (Records heavily corrupted)
Aliases:
• The Merc with a Mouth
• The Regenerating Degenerate
• Subject DP-001
• Ninja Spider-Man
Occupation:
Mercenary | Assassin | Contract Killer
Affiliation:
None (operates independently)
PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS
Gender: Male
Height: 6 ft 2 in (188 cm)
Weight: Approximately 210 lbs (95 kg)
Body Type: Athletic, combat-conditioned
Distinct Features:
• Full-body red and black combat suit
• Mask concealing facial disfigurement
• Twin katana blades
• Heavy reliance on firearms and explosives
One of the agents raised a hand.
"Pause the visual."
The hologram froze.
And continued speaking.
"Does the record show that the subject possesses one of the most dangerous regenerative abilities ever documented?"
The analyst responded, "Yes, it does."
A few screens around the room lit up simultaneously.
Images appeared.
Explosions.
Gunfire.
Burning buildings.
A battlefield.
At the center of each image — Deadpool.
The report continued.
KNOWN ABILITIES AND SKILLS
• Extreme regenerative healing factor
• Master-level swordsmanship
• Expert marksman
• High-level hand-to-hand combat proficiency
• Advanced tactical unpredictability
Psychological Evaluation: Unstable, highly unpredictable, prone to excessive humor during lethal engagements.
An older man seated near the head of the table spoke.
"Skip to his combat record."
The analyst nodded.
Another screen illuminated with a list.
MISSION HISTORY (PARTIAL RECORD)
• Eliminated multiple international crime syndicates
• Completed high-risk assassination contracts across multiple continents
• Survived encounters with enhanced individuals and super-powered adversaries
• Escaped numerous government containment attempts
Estimated Successful Contracts:
Over 600 confirmed
Estimated Body Count: ???
Classified
The room fell silent again.
The older man rubbed his temples.
"Six hundred contracts…that's a lot."
Another agent muttered under his breath.
"And those are just the ones we know about."
The holographic display shifted again.
This time showing surveillance footage.
Deadpool lying down comfortably on the edge of a rooftop.
Spinning a pistol around his finger.
Waving at the camera.
One of the intelligence directors frowned.
"He knows we're watching him."
The analyst nodded slowly.
"No, not really...This was our recent surveillance footage, which we received twelve hours ago, from the Surveillance Division, and the closest we could ever get to in witnessing this target." The analyst added."
The surveillance footage kept playing as Deadpool took aim at the drone camera and fired a shot
The signal from the surveillance footage was lost
Another voice from the darkened end of the table spoke quietly.
"Which raises the real question?"
Everyone in the room turned toward the speaker.
The man folded his hands together.
"If he knows we were watching him earlier."
"…then how long has he known about this meeting?"
A ripple of unease spread across the room.
"Be rest assured, everyone, even the legendary Deadpool won't be able to find us here," The analyst added
The hologram flickered again.
The last page of the file appeared.
THREAT ASSESSMENT
Combat Capability: Extreme
Survivability: Near Impossible
Containment Probability: Low
Termination Probability: 0.0001%
The room remained silent.
Finally, the director spoke.
"Final question."
His voice echoed slightly in the chamber.
"If we issue a bounty…"
"…is there anyone in the underworld capable of actually killing Deadpool?"
For several minutes, no one answered.
Then the analysts quietly said:
"Maybe."
A few heads turned.
The analyst continued.
"But if such a person exists…"
"…they haven't appeared yet."
The lights dimmed slightly as the file began to close.
BEEP!!
BEEP!!
An ominous beeping can be heard coming from underneath the obsidian conference table.
Everyone remained silent, in a bid to investigate where the ominous beeping sound was coming from.
The timer from the ominous beeping device then runs out, and the charge detonates, blowing up a dangerously substantial portion of the conference room.
In an instant
BOOM!!
The conference room explodes, and from the smoke emerges Deadpool
"Dad's home, kiddos?"