[ WP ] The government of your choice develops a new super soldier whos abilities are entirely determined by the music playing in his iPod during the battle .

The transport plane ’ s engines roar as it labors through the clear, moonlit night. Cpt. David “ DJ ” Gilbert, Jr. sits in the cargo bay at the rear of the plane. A handful of soldiers are seated around him, all strapped in to their seats and dressed in standard-issue desert gear. Gilbert raises his head from inspecting the bay floor and catches the man directly across from him eyeing Gilbert ’ s gear. His black and gray form-fitting body suit is remarkably different than the other soldiers ’ tan fatigues. Gilbert ’ s eyes are hidden behind a darkly tinted visor mounted on the front of his specially made helmet that comes down over both ears. The other men are curious, inspecting Gilbert ’ s comic book-like appearance, including the old-fashion click wheel iPod mounted on his left fore-arm. They ’ ve only heard rumors about Operation New Front, and now ONF ’ s prized product, code name Reverb, is sitting in their transport. 
 
 A red light mounted near the rear bay doors begins to flash. Thirty seconds to drop. Two soldiers leave their seats and take up positions near the hatch controls. Gilbert stands as well and steadies himself against the bulkhead while he tugs at his collar. The body suit was built for purpose, not comfort. The R & D guys at ONF had perfect the sonic-distribution system and calibrated it to Gilbert based on a battery of tests. He grinds his teeth as the memories of months of training and testing flood his mind. It has been more than two years since he went under the needle for ONF, two years since he learned what their super soldier cocktail had turned him in to. 
 
 One of the soldiers near the door knocks Reverb out of his reverie with a pat on the helmet. 
 
 “ You read, Captain? ”, the grunt shouts. Reverb responds with a thumbs up and the soldier hits the switch. Cool Iraqi air blows in to the rear of the plane as the hatch opens. The still-seated soldiers squint against the gale force winds, intent on keeping eyes on this real-life super hero as long as they can. The grunt near the door holds up three fingers, counting down the last three seconds to launch. When the countdown is done, he points out the hatch. Reverb gives him a smile and leaps in to the night. 
 
 Reverb free-falls through the air, which rushes by him with an incredible roar. He quickly presses a small button his fore-arm mounted controls, engaging the sound-negating headphones built in to his helmet. The world around him goes silent. The heads-up display on his visor blinks to life as he focuses on the ground rushing towards him. A lone bunker-type building near some hills is the only structure in the desert below. The visor marks it with a red indicator. His target. With the casual ease of practice, Reverb touches the click wheel on his iPod and hits play. The rolling guitar of [ AC/DC ’ s Thunderstruck ] ( https: //www.youtube.com/watch? v=v2AC41dglnM & feature=kp ) explodes out of his helmet headphones. He can feel the slight vibrating of his suit as it spreads the music ’ s frequency around his entire body. * “ Sound of the drums, Beating in my heart, The thunder of guns, Tore me apart. ” * The bunker continues it ’ s steady rush up at him while he free falls and listens to the lyrics. When he is only a few hundred feet from impact, Reverb spins in the air and points his feet down. He spreads his hands wide, then brings them together. * “ You ’ ve been… ” * When his hands meet it is with the sound of thunder. * “ THUNDERSTRUCK! ” * A brilliant flash of lightning races from his hands and strikes the exterior of the bunker, blowing a hole in the roof. 
 
 Reverb spins the click-wheel again as he falls toward the entrance he just made for himself. The song in his ears changes abruptly. [ Titanium by David Guetta ] ( https: //www.youtube.com/watch? v=JRfuAukYTKg ) erupts in his headphones and he feels his body change again. He rockets through the hole in the bunker's roof and when his feet hit the floor it is like a missile has struck it ’ s target. The floor explodes from beneath him and he continues down two more levels, ripping through cement floors like a titanium wrecking ball. His fall finally ends in the basement of the small facility, in a crater made by his impact. Reverb looks around, realizing that he is not alone. Half a dozen armed soldiers are strewn about the floor, recovering from the surprise entrance of the super soldier. Two to his left recover quickly, bring their assault rifles to bear and opening fire. 
 
 * “ I ’ m bulletproof, nothing to lose 
 Fire away, fire away 
 Ricochet, you take your aim 
 Fire away, fire away ” * 
 
 The bullets bounce harmlessly off Reverb ’ s chest as he races at the shooters. He closes the distance quickly and disarms the stupefied guards with a flurry of kicks and punches. A quick survey of the other four guards show two struck dead by ricocheting bullets and the other two unconscious. Satisfied, he moves quickly toward a large steel door set in the western wall. The volume of his music subsides as voice comes over his communication system. 
 
 “ Status, Captain? ” It is one of the soldiers back in the transport. The plane is still circling high above the bunker, waiting to extract Reverb once his mission is complete. 
 
 “ Accessing the vault now, ” Reverb replies, examining the door ’ s access pad. He flicks to the next song on his iPod. The opening electronic note of [ Daft Punk ’ s Technologic ] ( https: //www.youtube.com/watch? v=UoPplpBPQxQ ) rolls in to his head. 
 
 * “ Buy it, use it, break it, fix it, 
 Trash it, change it, mail – upgrade it, 
 Charge it, point it, zoom it, press it, 
 Snap it, work it, quick – erase it, ” * 
 
 Reverb ’ s fingers go to work, his abilities taking over and pushing his normally tech-illiterate brain out of the way. In seconds the access pad flashes green and the steel door slides open. Reverb rushes in to the containment room, quickly finding the metal box his visor display identifies as the goal. He snags it off it ’ s pedestal and retreats to the crater he made in the bunker floor. The soft opening chords of [ R. Kelly ’ s I Believe I Can Fly ] ( https: //www.youtube.com/watch? v=GIQn8pab8Vc ) seep in to his ears as he spots the transport plane high above. 
 
 * “ I believe I can fly 
 I believe I can touch the sky 
 I think about it every night and day 
 Spread my wings and fly away ” * 
 
 Reverb keeps his hands tightly clasped to the metal box as he rises through the hole in the bunker's roof and glides the dry, desert night. 
 

