[Appalachian Mountain Range, New York]
'Something is wrong.'
That was the singular thought that had been passing through the mind of the Sinister clone, as he worked in one of the many secret facilities that had been established by the original, for the past six hours.
Ever since he dispatched the Marauders to capture and bring him the king of Latveria, Victor Von Doom.
A man who was becoming a thorn in his side very quickly.
Seeing as how Doom had likely been bringing Mutants and their families he had been observing to his country, Latveria.
Though it's not like Sinister could actually prove it.
Since Latveria was proving impossible for him to infiltrate using any manner.
Whether through technological means, or even trying to insert one of his many spies into the country, nothing worked.
The nation was on complete lockdown.
Same for anything or anyone affiliated with Latveria who was outside of the country.
This stroked Sinsifer fury.
Which is why he put a bounty of Doom's head.
Knowing that if their king died then Latveria would fall into disarray and he could finally get into the country.
But even that plan was getting nowhere.
Since any assassin of mercenary who took the job mysteriously disappeared right after accepting it.
And even after Sinister increased the price on Doom's head no one would touch the contract.
So getting tired of waiting he just decided to put his own people on it.
The Marauders.
But it looked like even they were having difficulty.
"Dammit!" The Sinister clone cried. Slamming his right fist down on the table in front of him. "He's just a king of a third-world country. How hard can it be to deal with him?" He asked.
*Boom! Boom! Boom!*
Then right after the Sinister clone asked his question he heard several explosions go off.
As well as klaxons positioned all throughout the base.
"What the hell?!" Sinister cried.
Moving over to a computer terminal in the room to access the bases security systems.
Only to find himself locked out.
Since some sort of outside program was moving through the bases systems and taking control of it.
"What, impossible!" The Sinister clone exclaimed.
"No, it is possible." A voice suddenly spoke up.
The Sinister clone recognizing its owner.
"Doom!"
"Yes. Sinister. It is me." Victor replied. "No, wait you are not him. Just that paethic man's clone. My mistake." He said.
"You think simply because I am a clone I am less dangerous than the original?!" The Sinister clone asked. "You foolish homo-sapien."
"No, it is you and your creator who are foolish." Victor replied. "Foolish in your attempts to attack me. And now you are paying the price." He said.
"Big words from a man who won't even face me head on." The Sinister clone retorted.
Only to hear the doors to the lab he was in opening behind him.
When he did the clone turned around to see Victor in his armor standing there.
Several Doombots flanking him.
Victor holding a shotgun in his hands.
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One which he raised and leveled at the Sinister clone.
Then without any hesitation pulled the trigger.
The shot from the shotgun hitting the Sinister clone square in the chest and throwing him back into the wall.
Courtesy of the ammo Victor's weapon was loaded with.
Which was a new type of round his military R&D department had developed.
Which was known as the Tremor bullet.
A bullet which emitted several shockwaves through a target once it hit it.
A devastating effect.
Especially on living targets, for various reasons.
Even against someone like Sinsiter, or a clone of him.
As the Sinister clone picked himself up out of the wall, since he had made a small impression in it, he was suddenly forced back.
Since Victor had just shot him again.
While he, and the Doombots following him, closed the distance to the Sinister clone.
Where after they did Victor summoned forth eldtrich energy chains to restrain the clone.
Once he did Victor shot him in the face.
"Agh!!!"
Making the clone scream out in pain.
Even though his face regenerated.
Since a healing factor was one of his, and the originals, powers.
"You were saying how I couldn't face you earlier. Well here I am." Victor spoke.
The Sinister clone snarling at him.
But not being able to do anything else.
Given he couldn't break out of his restraints.
"You impudent fool!" The clone snarled. "Do you fully grasp who you are dealing with?!"
"Oh believe me, I do." Victor replied. "A sad man, who enjoys manipulating the lives of others. To afraid to deal with the one manipulating his own directly. Whose name is Apocalypse." He spoke.
Hearing this the clone lost the angry expression on its face.
Instead it got a blank one.
"You, how do you know that name?" The Sinister Clone asked.
"Oh I know many things." Victor replied. "I know how Apocalypse turned your creator into his little bitch. I know he doesn't have the balls to deal with him himself. I even know you two have a psychic link, and he is getting all of our conversation right now." He revealed. "So the real Sinister, wherever you are, hear me now. I wil not rest until all you have built, all you have created, and all your plans, have been destroyed. And then just when you think things can't get any worse, when you fall into the truest depths of despair, then I will appear before you. To show you things can get worse. And you have only yourself to blame. For you decided to fuck with Doom. So Doom will fuck you right back."
Then once Victor said his peace he summoned forth a concentrated blast of atomic energy and blasted the Sinister clone.
Disentigrating it entirely.
Not leaving a single trace.
Flipping his green cape afterwards.
"Let's go. There is still work to be done." Victor said to his Doombots.
Who acknowledged his words and began following him.
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[Savage Lands, Mr. Sinister Base]
Within his newly constructed base in the place known as the Savage Lands, Sinister stood alone in a room filled with multiple screens.
All of which were displaying a number of his bases all across the world being raided.
By forces he knew belonged to Victor Von Doom.
What's more Sinister couldn't activate any of the raided bases self-destruct protocols.
Since something was blocking him from doing so.
As he continued to watch the attack against him Sinister was feeling angrier than he had in a long, long, time.
Not to mention another emotion the centuries old scientist rarely felt.
One he would never admit to.
Fear.