”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.
