”The Office. Secret Lair of The Broker. Possibly Hell. Somewhere between doom and damnation, 5:30”

”And they showed such potential..” The Broker stared at the newpaper in his hands. While front page had Captain Ultra beating down Capitol Punishment with the arm of some russian knock-off robot, that particular article didn't interest him much. Capitol was a hardy, old school kind of villain. He'd be back up swinging in no time. The same could not be said for the group of fledgling villains he had assigned the simple task of robbing a shitty little bank office. Of the original crew, only one had made it to out properly. Tim, a local genius type; Vengeful, unsure of himself, chip on his shoulder. Bright kid. The other were either incarcerated or dead. Well. Atleast the crazy irish fellow would be out in no time. HIs little head to head with the super hero Bastille had impressed the Leper. So he would likely break the man out. Bastille who had fought them while still on fire. He had been almost to much for them to handle in the end. In fact, the entire thing had been a disaster. Broker looked at the article that was taking up the middle spread. At least they generated some buzz. There were going to be a few B-Lister in desperate need for muscle.

”Robbery turned Massacre. 10 dead as failed robbery attempt end up in shoot out.” The article said. He scoffed as he scanned for relevant details. ”Four suspects have been apprehended, and two have been accounted for as dead. Three or more may have escaped in the chaos. Exact identities of these are unknown. Police hope hearings will yield more results.” Broker scoffed again and made the paper in his hand dissolve into flames and ash. He rose from his elaborate and no doubt expensive chair as he surveyed the room. Several workbenches and office chairs were strewn about, each surface cluttered with binders, books or stacks of papers. Computers from all kinds of time periods were neatly in a row along one wall. Broker grabbed a few of the papers and binders, seemingly at random, and started to rummage.

”You... And You... And you.” He mumbled. ”You to. And you. Oh. A monster? You for shure” He continued like this for a while longer before returning his desk were a phone had suddenly appeared. He picked it up and spoke. ”Lucida dear, could you send out a envelope to these... Fortunate ones?” There was pause as a giggle could be heard from the other end. ”No. You deliver them. I am afraid that if I showed up in person so soon they would think I favored them or something. Yes. That will be fine.” He killed the call and looked over the papers again. ”So much high tech and alien nonsense. I miss the days where most guys relied on magic and gimmicky spells...” He mumbled as he leafed trough it. ”I swear these names are getting sillier and sillier. I miss the days of Clobber and Disaster Master. Thug? Where is the pizaz in that!? I swear I should hire them a PR agent...”

Putting the folders down, He carefully withdrew a key made out of human finger bones out of his vest pocket. He spun it around his finger as he punched another number into ancient excuse for a phone on his desk. Barely a signal passed before someone picked up the phone on the other side. Brokers smile grew into a wide grin, a myriad of teeth both sharp and narrow like needles glimmered.

”Yes. The plan is still go. I think I just found the perfect bunch of people...”

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Earth Side, 15:20, Millenium City, Harbor District, Abandoned Warehouse.

A group of extrodinary people stand idly as a young, blue haired and blue skinned woman with two very large horns protuding out of her forehead sits ontop of a crate and dictates to them.

”So my Daddy talked to some people. He see potential in you lot. I don't see how. I seen better villains in a daycare.” She said with a obnoxius, southerm drawl that was clearly mocking them and the people who generally sport said drawl. She was a pretty woman, if you looked past the snakelike eyes, the horns and tail. Most people did. The people infront of her, spread in a semi circle, were the latest in Brokers schemes. A ninja turned cubicle slave turned back to being a ninja. A redheaded brat of a wrestler, a nervous looking genius intellect who had been one of the few bright spots during the failed robbery. A failed killer bot. A robotic hull housing a swarm of nanites. There were others to.

”Now that I got y'all here. Here be the deal. We are running short on thugs and troublemakers as of late, and we feel there is a serius need to shake things up. So The Broker has actually found you gud'fer'nuffins' two venues to get your name out there. No bank this time.” She looked to Tim as she said it.

She produced a whole projector set out from thin air and set it down. Next she produced a screen for them. Two pictures were immidiete visible on the screen. A man wearing a black hood and your standard issue 'red villain goggles'. And the other was of a young woman dressed in old fashioned maffioso pinstripes and red pumps.

”The man you may recognice as Blast Zone. He is a heavy hitter for sure. Well he just bust out of prison as of two hours ago. Since pretty much every hero of note will be going after him before he levels a few blocks of the city, the Lady in the Pinstripes there have a preposition. Her name is Carmella DeCross, daughter of late Manny DeCross. A small time gangsterboss. Well Carmella is more ambitius, and she is offering you lot a chance to make some guarateed money. There is a small gambling joint down here at the docks. Now. Don't be scared. But the place belong to the Amino Family.” She paused, waiting for everyone to realize they were going to hit the property of a infamous Mob Boss.

”But Amino has been slipping up. And have renegaded on a deal with DeCross. So she is sending a message. Colleteral damage is not a problem. The messier the better here.” She smiled and flipped to the next picture. This time there was a man whos face was a mess of boils and bruises.

”This Is The Pulp” She noted ”He was killed five years ago and his little lair has been safeguarded by Broker for a while now. Now Daddy is offering you guys to go there and clean it for your own use. Its been taken over by a bounch of Pulps nasty bioexperiments. But if your not complete idiots about it, you might just survive and bag yourself your very own hideout!” She clapped her hands together in mock excitement.

”Any questions?”

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Summary:
Each of you have been found wherever you been hiding by Blueberry, who also gave you the adress of the warehouse. You now have two missions ahead of you. You will split into two teams for this. One clear out the command room of the lair. The other to deal with the hired hit.

As strange as it might have sounded, the appreance of a blue woman with snake eyes, horns and a tail at his 'clinic' hadn't actually been that surprising for Thule; The world was a very strange place by default after all.

Still, as he sat and looked at the jobs that she was offering him alongside a sizeable crew of strange and unique people under the mask of Desperation, the 'Plague Doctor' of the group had to consider his options. Truthfully, it wasn't a hard decision.

While attacking an establishment run by a mafia family was a good way to wind up dead, the resulting slaughter would provide him with plenty of parts that he could make good use off in his trade while also helping to 'send a message' while merely clearing out a base would grant him very little. Either way, his talents as a healer would not doubt be called upon by someone after all was said and done.

Standing up and walking to stand on Blueberry's left and side before giving a respectful nod of his head as he took off his hat for a moment like a gentleman of old before turning to look at the group and speaking with a voice that was clearly artificial to disguise who the speaker truly was. "Anyone interested in visiting a casino, would you mind joining me?"

Harvey hadn't even spend a full month on earth and now this. The blue Lady looked so funny. Well all humans looked kind of funny. But that was besides the point. Harvey had realized he would not become the Overlord of this planet, so he had to start from the bottom. And this blue Daemon Lady might just be his ticket to rise in rank. Also it sounded like some fun and adventure.

The other freaks who were standing next to him seemed just as funny, a bunch of weird humans in different costumes. This would be one heck of a mission. Or two missions actually.

"I am going to be a part of the attack on the lair. I sleep in a garbage bin at the moment, this seems like a step up.", Harvey had no idea why he said the second part. Did he make a fool out of himself? Did anyone even care? Human social behavior was weird.
The Man who wanted to be a part of the Mafia hit (Whatever a Mafia was?) was wearing all black and a bird mask. Or was it even a human? How was Harvey supposed to know?

This would be so weird. But at least Earth was not boring.

Eric was in a fifteen game winning streak when that blue women found him. Now he was in some warehouse surrounded by people he didn't know. At least with the money gained from previously stated winning streak he managed to buy some decent clothes.

The hellish women spoke in a downright insulting manner, but she had connections. Pann made sure to remind Eric just how much they needed work, and how working with other demons might just springboard them into greater things. With, not for, Pann made sure to elaborate. One figure stepped up, guy wearing a rather creepy bird mask saying that he was going after the gambling joint, then the space man saying he wanted to take the secret base.

"I love gambling, I think I'll be going with you mister..." Eric said as the voice in his head told him something and Eric finished his sentience, "doctor."

Eric would then take a step towards the scary doctor, standing at his side.

Couscous smiled her friendly smile. She was already planning how to mess with people. It was her favorite pastime. Being a villian is just a perk. Tussling her white hair. Her outfit was lacking in any pass she looked lifted off the street. Would it not be the devious intent in her eyes. Wondering if any of the ones here were week in mind. She had to test it amounts her new 'friends'. Listening to the rude blue lady only log enough she wanted a lair.
Directing her thoughts to the alien next to her.

@The Narrator
How about introducing your self. Im sure they want to know.

She said keeping her vision at the blue skinned insulting lady who said her daddy was interested in them. Who ever her 'Daddy' was must have inforced that name because why would a grown woman call her father daddy.

Father father She would have to find her's. Make him apologize. Oh well Villains disappear all the time.
" I would like to have a lair and robots are fun." She said muttering " To mess with" under her breath. " Ill go for that one. "

He had to admit, Oscar had been more than a little startled when the blue-skinned demonette had appeared behind him as he was taking care of business in a public urinal. "Hey, Thug," she'd announced. "Daddy's got a job for you."

For his part, Oscar remembered rolling his eyes at the moniker. Apparently it was tradition among supercriminals to take for yourself some ridiculous second name. The first time he appeared in the police blotter for an altercation with a cop, the text had referred to him as a 'thug' - and when it came out that he displayed 'slightly superhuman abilities', the news ran with the name (in the two or three sentences they'd devoted to him since, of course).

"Wish everybody'd stop feckin' callin' me that..." he'd grumbled, but by the time he'd turned around, she was gone, leaving behind a slip of paper with a time and a place.

And now here he was, seated at the crossroads of weirdness and stupidity. Lounging back in his chair, the criminal cast his gaze around the room. Some white-suit, cardshark type. A bloody alien. Cute blonde chick. Spider-robot. Medusa. Some creepy fuck in a bird mask. Several more. Not for the first time, Oscar wondered what he was doing here - after all, he'd sworn off evil minion work after that bastard Ne'erdowell had tried to lobotomize him. This is different, he told himself. This is climbing the ladder.

Clearing his throat, Oscar raised his hand casually. "Had some experience with mad-scientist lairs. Didn't much like it. I'll take the casino, with birdbrains and white-suit." He rose from his chair and stepped over to the two, hands in his pockets.

Everything about Earth was strange and surreal. The idea that worlds beyond the Gorgon Empire, populated by pink-skinned bipedal creatures, even existed had been a mind blowing notion to a younger Mortella, but now she was standing in a room full of vastly different life forms, on a planet vastly different from her home.

Whereas the other arrivals stood on two legs or sat in tacky plastic chairs, Mortella was coiled across the cold stone floor, her scaley green tail spread out behind her. She was a well-built young girl, with a thick waist and broad shoulders. A writhing mass of hissing serpents thrashed about in the tangled mess above her head, and her greenish flesh shone dimly beneath the flickering warehouse lights.

Mortella waited wordlessly whilst the blue creature sassed the group, keeping her thoughts strictly within her own head. It was only when the time to choose a mission emerged that she finally spoke up.

“I’m in the mood to sample some terran hedonism. I’ll go for the Casino.”

Third Invincible Sister felt uneasy. She was being watched, she knew it.

Not by surveillance, she knew that. But by the decadent capitalist pigdogs she passed by as she walked to the meeting in the warehouse district. Some of them shot her sidelong glances, a few even stared openly. Gang Min-Seo knew that her typical American outfit passed muster- the Glorious Leader himself had picked out her cowboy hat, Winnie the Pooh sweatshirt, Daisy Dukes, and bright red Air Jordans. No, it must be something else. Perhaps they could sense the raw power emanating from her. Yes, that must be it. She grinned to herself. Even the foolish and wasteful Americans could appreciate that their master was at hand.

Arriving at the warehouse, she quickly looked around for any prying eyes or any sign of a trap before she went in. Nothing seemed awry, but she couldn't shake the feeling of uneasiness. Her entry into the country last week had been tumultuous, to say the least. She had been discovered at the airport and forced to fight her way out, from there to go into hiding in the city. When the blue devil women had appeared in the flophouse, Third Invincible Sister thought for sure she had been caught. But the offer was intriguing to say the least.

Intending to enter quietly and without fuss, Third Invincible Sister tore a wooden door from its hinges and tossed it aside before running into the warehouse, just catching the tail end of the briefing as she charged into the midst of the group. "Yes! The abandoned lair of a wasteful capitalist supervillain! A perfect base of operations for our war against the forces of decadence and oppression!" she shouted, not bothering to introduce herself or even look at any of her new comrades and best friends. "From there, we shall expand the glory of the true Korea until it covers the whole of this city!" She nodded, pleased with herself for being subtle and low-key. No need for her to scare any of the people she would have to make allies with in order to bring about the Inevitable Showdown.

Spyder awoke in a police evidence room. Again. His sensors came back online in time to see a blue skinned humanoid of unknown origins leaning back from having knocked a loose wire into place. He decided to call her lucky 2.

Lucky 2 soon explained that she had come on behalf of someone called 'The Broker', who wished to hire him for a job, and that he should meet the rest of his team at a local warehouse. Finally someone had recognised his villainy as his own work. This was the key to everything, should this 'Broker' be impressed by his performance (and why wouldn’t he?) then more work and more importantly, more reputation, was soon to follow. Having a team to patch him up after fights was good as well, after all his master had decided against joining a team so that was as good as reason as any to join one.

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Spyder turned up at the warehouse early, eager to begin his true supervillain career. The others who turned up were promising, with several [NON-HUMAN ENTITIES: EXACT SPECIES UNKNOWN]s. After a brief rundown of the different jobs the rest of his [DESIGNATION SET: ALLIES] started dividing up for the jobs.
It was a simple choice of course, having a lair was a key attribute of super villainy, so he would have to go in order to make sure it was done correctly. He skittered forward slightly and rose the volume on his speakers, selecting [GENERGIC HUMAN MALE VOICE 3] from his list.

"Thank you Lucky 2, I shall accompany the human female and unknown non-human entity that sleeps in a garbage bin" He swung his turret towards each in turn "I look forward to committing acts of villainy with you".

Soon after that the door burst open and another human female ran in, apparently deciding to join them on the lab mission. He didn’t know what this 'True Korea' was but she had chosen her new allies well indeed.

Tim woke up from a nightmare where he was being chased by a horde of burning swans during his escape from the failed heist to a giggling blue woman.The woman had found him in the warehouse he was using to hide in only to give an address to another warehouse. With no more money and nothing else to do, Tim packed his stun-gun, his only gear that survived the heist, and simply head over to the address after the blue woman disappeared.

Arriving to the warehouse, Tim was greeted to the peculiar sight of the gathering of decidedly not human villains and no familiar face. Swallowing a lump, the Genius stepped in and waited nervously until the woman from before told them about their mission. Slipping up or not, Tim did not have any intention to be a part of making problem against one of the biggest Mob Group in the Metropolis even if half-remembered memories told him that he wouldn't like to see what the Pulp had stored in his lair anyway.

When Blueberry finished her briefing and asked whether any of them had any question, Tim swallowed yet another lump before he spoke up.
"I...have a question," he started. "How.. would we..get to the Pulp's lair and..would I be given a time to..uh, prepare something for against...whatever he has there?"

EPPIE JONES
^{The Introduction}

Eppie stood within the warehouse surrounded by these freshly chosen villains. She watched as the blue skinned woman known as Blueberry gave her lecture and instructed the team of their roles in the forthcoming mission. As soon as the speech concluded each member started moving towards the left or the right hand side of Blueberry, giving a little line to justify their choices. Even the girl that arrived in late stated that her reasoning for controlling the lair was for the "True Korea" as if a simple workshop could be the pinnacle piece that would advance an entire nation's control.

Eppie scoffed, turning her head away from the group before noticing that she was perhaps one of the last ones to make her choice. She had spent too much time listening to who each person was and what they desired, rather than making a choice of her own. She turned her head back to Blueberry, finally speaking out for the first time that meeting.

"Maw says that Maw cannot guarantee that he won't try and kill an ally," her voice, while sounding sweet, rattled with what sounded like multiple people speaking the same line at once, "But that's just Maw. Maw doesn't even like Eppie sometimes." She gave a subtle shrug, holding her palms up as if to say that it shouldn't really matter before continuing, "Eppie does however like you all, so Eppie says 'Hi team!'. Eppie will also refer to Eppie as Eppie while Maw is awake, otherwise Eppie will refer to Eppie as I. Maw don't like that as he views himself differently to Eppie, and not always one."

Hmmmm..., the thought chimed within Eppie's head.

"Maw was not happy bout that last part."

Eppie looked towards the team that was heading off to the Lair, moving towards them with a gentle stride. She reached the edge of the group and stood amongst the team. An Alien, a white haired girl, Miss Korea, the Robot, and the one who enquired about preparation time.

"We are not interested in money, Eppie and Maw just need a place to stay, " she spoke, placing her hand on the edge of Spyder and leaning up against the machine before gently tapping her index finger on it's metallic surface, whispering, "Maw likes you cause you're not alive."

"Maw likes you cause you're not alive."

Spyder was glad to see that his new allies were warming to him already. It was hearteneing that this ‘Social Interaction’ business didn’t seem anywhere as hard as his creator’s diary had made it out to be. Just another example of his creator’s incompetence.
The only polite thing to do when given a compliment was to accept. Considering [ALLY DESIGNATION: MAW]s choice of wording, it seemed that he [IT?] appreciated having a non-biological entity on the team, so Spyder would play along, selecting his heavily digitised [DEFAULT VOICE] to reply.

“Thank you Maw, it will be a pleasure working with you and Eppie.”

Harvey had literally no idea why but he wanted to introduce himself. Well why shouldn't he? Obviously it was part of human social interactions. It was just a good idea! The Lady was right! She clearly had more experience with humans. Since she was human herself and all. Harvey had to introduce himself he would be stupid not to.

"So everybody, I should introduce myself. My name is Harvey, or on my Planet I was called H'kwa-YA. I am actually from Xetodia if you believe it or not. Its just a few lightyears away from the Oticulx Nebula if you believe it or not..."
Wait? Why was Harvey doing that again? What a stupid Idea to introduce himself! They were going on a dangerous mission!
Dammit why did he do that? Harvey looked uncomfortably around...

It was an excitable group. Crazy Korean ran in and it seemed like everybody was going to do the base job. Suited Eric though, as least the team he was going with had a doctor. Maybe not a doctor he would want operating on him though. Both of those sweet regular girls decided on the base mission to so at least Eric didn't have to worry about protecting them. Pann agreed, though reminded Eric that those girls were here for good reason. One of them got the spaceman to open up, though it seemed the alien was now pretty nerviest.

"I'm Eric, pleasure to meet you Harvey. Welcome to earth. Staying long?" Eric asked, hoping to quell a bit of the unease in the room. Pann doubted it would do much more than make Eric look like as big a fool as the alien but Eric couldn't just leave Harvey out to dry.

The lot of them were gathered, and starting to sound off regarding their place in all this. She scribbled their names down and their missions while listening to their questons. She really had the ”Secretary from Hell” feel down to a T. Biting her pen with teeth that suggested a diet of meat and nothing but, she looked at each of them in turn once more. She had to stop herself before she started staring holes in the poor things. Clearing her throat she went back to professionalism and smiling indifference.

“Remember. We are villains, not Capes.” She said with a grin. ”I like them to squirm, myself.” She had to clear her throat. Clearly she needed to grab a snack after this meeting. She made a sweeping gesture to the rest of them. ”All of you who have chosen to cash in on the Casino job, do not hold back. Send a message.” She said. As Harvey stepped forward, she pinched her nose

”Yes. I think we can all SMELL your current abode” The look on her face was one utter disdain. So much for indifference. She couldn’t eat him. He was all… gray and smelly. This upset her. This upset her a lot. In fact. None of them looked very tasty. All stringy or weird texture wise. She idly wondered if the Gorgon had a brother. She had a thing for scales and bloodthirsty animal hybrids.

”So. What do you wanna do. Runt?” She stared into the eyes of a redheaded, next. The surly looking, scrawny kid. Meteora, stared back with every bit of scrappy,” no good “attitude a wrestler stuck as a career heel could muster. It was brief battle that led to Meteoras face turning into a very concerned frown.

”Gambling joint. I wanna suplex someone trough a roulette table” She said and the stupid, oversized belt of hers seemed to gleam with bad karma. Blueberry made a note to buy her a ticket to the next Mercury City Wrestling show, to pacify the brat.

Her eyes fell on Consciousness ”Please. Do use whatever you find to further your own scheemes. I am sure The Pulp have some research into the subject of mind control.” She waved her hand dismissively at them. ”The Lair is yours, wholesale. Between the seven of you, you should be fine.” She paused and looked at Eppie “Hell. Maw looks like might have been created by Pulp. The similarities are uncanny and not of this cosmos… And I am sure Best Korea over there will work to slowdown the creatures if everything fails.”

”Excuse me. But, would you know if this Lair, had a forge. I would need to make a blade of my own, rather then this... cheap thing I bought.” Fox Blade asked suddenly, and Lucinda fought back the urge to slap the stereotype out of him. Gods below he was trained to sound like the extra of a old J-Action flick.

”No. Pulp was a scientist, not Hanzo bloody Hatt-” She began when Fox interjected ”It's Hatorri Ha-” Lucinda cut him off with a glare that made Fox wish he had stayed a office drone. ”S-Sorry Miss.” Fox Blade grew paler under his mask. Blueberry shot him such a toxic look the poor Ninja felt like she was trying to will him to commit seppeku on the spot. He resisted the urge to do so.

”Transportation has been arranged.” She said as she adressed the meek looking Genius, snapping her fingers and making the screen behind her go up in smoke. ”When I finish this briefing. You will be teleported to the entrance of the lair. Mind you, it is a one way ticket. You going to have to liberate and repair the lairs teleporter.” As she said this, a cellphone could be heard ringing. She paused and held up a finger as to stop people from talking among themselves. Fishing out a sleek a black phone from her cleavage, the label reading ”dPhone”. She put it to her ear and listened for a few seconds.

”Oh. And Broker says that you better not disappoint him.” She said as she slipped it back in place. Her grin widened. Then she snapped her fingers and world turned into flames and brimstones for the lair group. Where they had been standing, there was a smoking pile of ashes.

“Oh don’t look at me that way. They are perfectly fine… I think.” Blueberry dismissed the others with a wave of her hand. “Go fetch your car. The Casino isn’t far from here. Here is a GPS so you don’t get lost.”

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For the Gambling Group, the Casino was literally down the street. Down said street it opened into a small backstreet with a neon sign showing a pair of poorly drawn breasts and a cocktail bar sign. The two wellclad bouncers gave a indication that the joint was not the average titty bar of downtown Mercury. The two big men stared wide eyed at the group of wierdlooking indivuals who had just appeared out of nowhere.

Meteora, being the impatient kind cackles and broke into a run. Heading straight for one bouncers. Before the man could reach for his gun she had closed the space between them and lifted him up in a full on lineback. They crashed trough the door.

Past the door is the check in area. Where the woman taking peoples coats were covering against the wall in confusion. The corridor led to a second door that without a doubt led down a pair of stairs. Meteora didn't miss a step. Leaving the other bouncer to whoever felt like dealing with him, she rushed down to kick up the doors.

Dust settled, the group would see a large locale with all sorts of means to lose your money. Roulette tables, slot machines, blackjack and all other manners of gambling. The place was not a small gambling joint, it was a damn casino. Everyone in the room looked up at the door. In the far end of the room door likely led to the VIP area. As people tried to come to terms with what they were seing, Meteora hollared. ”Smashing time biiiitcheeesss!”

Situation;
Meteora decided to start you off with a bang. Thanks to that you have the chance to storm the place while people are figuring out exatly what the hell is going on. There are a few thugs for hired security. Each of you get to wreck two of these each in your next post if you chose to. Make it spectactular. Remember, breaking things and sending a message is the point of this mission.

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The Lair Cleanup Crew find themselves standing infront of a vault door. Its convenietnly left open, moss growing up the fake rocks that worked as its camouflage. AS soon as you step out of the circle. A pair of red eyes light up inside the darkness of the abandoned base.

”Blreaughhhh" A bubbly voice echoes as more eyes flare up. A whole lot of them in fact. The seething mass of eyes seem to retreat in the darkness, almost as if to beckon you inside. The hallway inside is barely lit, with a few flickering lights giving spotty at best light. The entire place reeks of death and rot. The walls seem to be covered with strange mucus. The cleanup bill is going to be murder, quite literally. Further inside, the corridor seems to terminate into a bigger room.

Situation: Whatever awaits you inside has withdrawn itself further inside. You gonna have to search it out and purge it.

Oscar took off sprinting just as soon as he saw the girl in the belt start running, swearing loudly at her back. It became quickly apparent that he had no chance of keeping up with her, however - she was faster than any person had any damn right to be. By the time he caught up, she'd already smashed her way through the door and one of the bouncers, revealing a rather posh room full of hired security. A card from Eric flew into the second bouncer, so Oscar opted to continue his charge inside.

"Oi, douchebag!" he screamed as he shoulder-tackled the first thug he saw, knocking him to the ground. He aimed a few wild kicks at the man's head, then bent down to grab him by the shirt. Grunting, the Enhanced lifted the man over his head and threw him through the room, sending him crashing into a table and splitting down the middle.

Panting, Oscar stepped through the door, fumbling in his pants for his gun. He'd just managed to produce the weapon when a dull, stinging impact took him hard in the shoulder, causing him to toss the gun out of his reach. Getting shot sucked.

A few more thugs were running at him, including, rather miraculously, the man he'd already thrown - Oscar had thought he'd be down for the count, but he looked to be soldiering on. What a hero. The enhanced shifted his injured arm for a moment and charged forward, yelling.

He clotheslined one thug directly in the forehead, sending him spilling to the ground. The bouncer from before had produced a knife, and swung it widely a few times. Oscar blocked it with his arm, each parry sending another line of dull, stinging pain down his arm as he was cut. "Will you - urg - will you STOP THAT?"

Oscar grabbed the back of his neck and threw himself into a bone-cracking headbutt, silently thanking the bastard doctor for giving him a super-strong skull. Dazed and in terrible pain, the hired muscle took a few steps back, shaking his head to clear it. Immediately, the enhanced grabbed a chair and broke it across the man's back, sending him spilling to the ground and leaving Oscar holding two long sticks of wood that he immediately began flailing at his fallen opponent. "Like that, huh, you son of a bitch? That what you wanted? Pull a knife on me, you goddamn..."

He may have continued beating his unconscious victim indefinitely, had the thug he'd clotheslined earlier not struggled to his feet and attempted to save his friend, grabbing a bottle and smashing it over Oscar's head. Grimacing, the enhanced wheeled around, a few shards of glass still stuck in his scalp. "Son of a BITCH!" He punched the man full force in the chest, sending him flying back a few feet.

The enhanced was on him just as he struggled to his feet, blocking a few paniced punches and replying with three of his own that made the thug crumple once again. Oscar bent to lift the man, sending him flying across the room and destroying a very nice-looking couch.

It was a short walk down the street. Pann went over the plan with Eric, and the two of them agreed that it would be best to gather more playing cards, Eric wasn't a conjurer and Pann's magic was still nonexistent right now so Eric only had as many cards as he carried on him. Right now, one deck of 52 cards.

Walking down the ally the wrestler girl ran straight into the place, taking one of the goons with her. Bouncer number two managed to pull out his gun and point it towards the rampaging girl before he felt a sharp pain in his spine. He fell over dead, the five of diamonds in his back. "I wouldn't do that if I was you." Eric muttered. Then suddenly remembering what was happening he ran after the girl, nearly jumping down the stairs Eric found himself at the bottom with Meteora looking over the confused mass, "What? We heard this place was pretty cool. Me and my friends just want to take a look around." Eric would then snap like a whip as a card flew from his hand into a suited man reaching for something in his coat, the man would fall over as the gun hit the floor. "We mean no trouble, just want to have some fun." Eric said with a grin on his face.

Third Invincible Sister sneered in contempt as the creatures retreated further into the shadows. "A society of misshapen creatures that have shut themselves off from the world in fear and hatred? How disgusting!"

She tilted back her cowboy hat for a better view before marching into the corridor, fists clenched at her side. "I am Gang Min-Seo of Pyongyang!" she yelled as she strode down the corridor, Air Jordans squelching in puddles of slime. "The third of the Five Invincible Sisters! But who I am is not important, for I strike not for myself but for the glory of the Democratic People's Republic of Korea! I am a warrior for the Glorious Leader! I am the hooves of Chollima!"

She reached the room at the end of the hallway and assumed a taekwondo stance, eyes moving in search of the creatures in the dim room. "Fight me and die!" she bellowed.

"I would really like to know what a Korea is.", Harvey had his weapon ready, still a little bit confused by the teleport. "But first we are going to have to kill whatever creatures these are. We need to hunt them, chase them into a corner. Oh the excitement!"

Harvey aimed into the darkness. He just hoped that his weapon would be effective against the enemy's. If not this could have a very bad ending for him. But perhaps they would eat the Korea-Lady first. Hopefully. His Hazard Suit might offer him some protection but he would feel a lot better if he had any Idea what their enemy was.
"You know back on Xetodia we have a saying for a Situation like this. It goes: Zwof'j xexe kro'Z' takax zoz-Eo N'Z.", he fired a low energy warning shot into the darkness, the lightning illuminated the darkness for a second. It seemed empty. "Actually now that I think about it that saying does neither translate well nor fit here at all. Sorry I mentioned it."

The alien said his name, and his planet. Ahh she was going to like this one, Harvey. Maybe get him to do her few things for her in the future. The lady mentioned mind control. Something she would have to find. It would help her either way.

Fun time teleporting. Much fun for her. It was always fascinating how that works. The creature/ creatures? no clue, inside made bluer like noise. Living material she could sense it. Everything living could in anywise me controlled in someway. She watched the strange Korean walk into the lair shouting, no sense of fear or even the though to check the hall she walked into. She did know she stood out like a solo cup in a wine tasting? Didn't she. How brainwashed was the girl. She going to be fun to mess with.

Fallowing the Alien, Harvey, who had deiced on his own he should share random things. Such a fun, toy. She walked into the lair her eyes scanning the walls as they walked searching for the slightest movement.

" Come out, come out where ever you are little monster. Don't you want to come and play? " She replied to the beast calling facing a wall the other two had missed to cover. Her eyes staying fixed for any movement, waiting for it to show itself. So she could try her way with it before the others were killed. At the least she could get it to leave, maybe, she was still unsure of her power against creations.