Deadpool knew what needed to be done, it was obvious where their first strike should be aimed. There were four guard towers around the camp, each overlooked a different corner and together they could see everything. Priority number one was eliminating them. “Guard towers first.” Once the peripherals were sufficiently dealt with the body of the camp could be taken. “Then move inward.”
The plan was going to be clean. Simple even. No one else stands out like the one man who’s entire outfit is inspired by the US of A’s flag, and being as he’s used to being the distracting agent, he volunteered for the one job that Deadpool wouldn’t even be able to upstage had he tried. Regardless of how obnoxious his attitude may be, Wade simply doesn’t have the experience that Steve has. ”I’ll get their eyes on me.”
Had it not been a dark and rainy night, their cover may have been blown. After all, they were a team of festively colored soon-to-be escapees. And being how most of the group doesn’t have covert ops military experience, it would have been harder to hide their tracks. So, you can say, that the weather and time were blessings. Having noted the guard tower surveying the grounds, Cap tossed his shield to have struck one of it’s pillars and dropped just mere feet away. THWUNK!
As the guard grew distracted by the origin of sound he made a small sound, “eh?” After having shone his spotlight onto the shield, he was becoming bewildered as to what was going on. “What the hell is that..?,” he’d exclaimed as he attempted to figure out what this projectile had been. Which now made it Wade’s turn to complete the act.
Deadpool had slipped on a pair of custom knuckledusters while Captain America got his distraction prepared; the hard, possibly real gold, metal gleamed in the waning light. His right fist read ‘DEAD’ and the left ‘POOL’. The mercenary grit his teeth and clenched his fists tightly together and nodded to Kim. The mutate would be able to teleport him exactly where he needed to go.
The flash of purple caught the watchtower guard’s attention. He turned toward the light and the noise, the smell of brimstone lingered within his nostrils as he asked: “Who—”
Deadpool’s brazen left fist rocketed toward the watchtower guard. “I’m Dr. Deadpool, surprise dentist.” Before he had finished his sentence Deadpool’s arm vibrated with the force of the guard’s teeth splintering beneath the punch. The man’s entire jaw crumpled and folded in on itself with a sickening whumpkrk which Wade Wilson found most satisfying.
The Merc With A Mouth grabbed an assault rifle which had been baptized in the blood of its former wielder and took aim at the watchtower to the right of him. KABLAM. “Two…” as the second North Korean watchman fell to the floor.
KABLAM "Three…" and the third in the center tower on the far side of the complex.
KABLAM. The justice Deadpool rained down on these men felt almost poetic. “Four.” The last man in the left side corner perished. Wade slung the gun across his shoulder and prepared for the fight. “I declare an actual war.”