Superhunted (Superhero RP Reboot) (IC)

[Nuevela]

"I hired you to kill Lightning, yet Light Speed Cannon Ball reports that he was only maimed. Forget about being paid. You are lucky I didn't press the little red button on my throne that will drop you into the Cobra Pit the moment you stepped on the trap door. I heard many things about you from my fellow villains, hence why I am giving you a second chance. However, this is your last chance. Failure is not an option this time." Le Python said to Wolfram as he made a cutting motion near his neck with his thumb, motioning for the professional assassin to leave the throne room.

"He's already out of combat for most likely long enough for the plan to be carried. Id have shot him in the head, but now their entire team is halted by both Ethan and Lightning. They won't be moving a lot. "

He crossed his arms behind his back.

"If I've learned one thing, killing a team's momentum is better than killing just one member."

[Quebec-Libre]

Ethan had woken up by now, searching for familiar faces. Sitting up, He coughed slightly and took a look at his wound. "I'm lucky to be alive," He thought. He still felt the pain, but it wasn't as bad. Walking fairly steadily to his room, he got rid of his armor and changed into a Black T-Shirt with a 1960 Red Corvette on, as well as a pair of beige jeans. He then came back around and sat at Lee's side, beginning to close up the bleeding and understanding how to install the Arm.

"Why did you have to make so complicated, Smithy Boy."

[The Japanese Americans]

Ethan had woken up by now, searching for familiar faces. Sitting up, He coughed slightly and took a look at his wound. "I'm lucky to be alive," He thought. He still felt the pain, but it wasn't as bad. Walking fairly steadily to his room, he got rid of his armor and changed into a Black T-Shirt with a 1960 Red Corvette on, as well as a pair of beige jeans. He then came back around and sat at Lee's side, beginning to close up the bleeding and understanding how to install the Arm.

"Why did you have to make so complicated, Smithy Boy."

There was a small handle on the arm, tempting Ethan to open it. But it seemed the way to attach it was to carefully position it against his arm and activate it. Unfortunately, Ethan didn't know exactly how to activate it, but the small handle looked promising.

[Flarbinia]

Tulsa. Oklahoma
In the infirmary of R.A.G.N.A.R.O.K's Tulsa office, Agent Beatrice Combs and Agent Vincent were eating the last meal before they were allowed to leave. A C.A.T scan had revealed that the one that had mind controlled her into shooting her and her partner with darts full of horse tranquilizer was none other than Mushroom Samba, a Nixon Era villain that had been making a comeback tour since he left Tampa. "I have some good news and some bad news. The good news is that you are being assigned a new case. The bad news is that you will be under the supervision of Agent Allan Smith. You know him by his nickname of Alex." Agent Fred said to Vincent over the burner phone before hanging up.

[Quebec-Libre]

Ethan had woken up by now, searching for familiar faces. Sitting up, He coughed slightly and took a look at his wound. "I'm lucky to be alive," He thought. He still felt the pain, but it wasn't as bad. Walking fairly steadily to his room, he got rid of his armor and changed into a Black T-Shirt with a 1960 Red Corvette on, as well as a pair of beige jeans. He then came back around and sat at Lee's side, beginning to close up the bleeding and understanding how to install the Arm.

"Why did you have to make so complicated, Smithy Boy."

There was a small handle on the arm, tempting Ethan to open it. But it seemed the way to attach it was to carefully position it against his arm and activate it. Unfortunately, Ethan didn't know exactly how to activate it, but the small handle looked promising.

He grabbed the arm and carefully inserted it in the bloody gap.

"It better be that."

Ethan opened the handle.

[The Japanese Americans]

There was a small handle on the arm, tempting Ethan to open it. But it seemed the way to attach it was to carefully position it against his arm and activate it. Unfortunately, Ethan didn't know exactly how to activate it, but the small handle looked promising.

He grabbed the arm and carefully inserted it in the bloody gap.

"It better be that."

Ethan opened the handle.

Instead of opening like a flap, like anyone would expect it to, it slid open, revealing a blue keyboard. A moment later, a holographic screen popped up, with a message saying that the attachment process would begin momentarily.

A second later, metal pieces came from somewhere and covered the shoulder, technically attaching the arm and making it so Ethan didn't have to hold it in place. It shifted around a bit before settling, readjusting itself. A few moments later, all of Lee's muscles stiffened suddenly. His face went pale. The holographic screen said it was synchronizing. Then Lee's face became as red as a tomato. Then it returned to its normal color, and Lee's body relaxed.

The screen beeped with a message, saying it was detecting unconsciousness and was activating Procedure Smelling Salts. A moment later, Lee's eyes fluttered open. "Morning Ethan. You're looking a bit better. My arm was shot off, wasn't it." He stated it matter-of-factly, as if he knew already that the dreams he had were memories. He sat up and leaned against the wall. "And did you really call me Smithy Boy?" He seemed a bit miffed at the nickname.

[Gudmund]

Instead of opening like a flap, like anyone would expect it to, it slid open, revealing a blue keyboard. A moment later, a holographic screen popped up, with a message saying that the attachment process would begin momentarily.

A second later, metal pieces came from somewhere and covered the shoulder, technically attaching the arm and making it so Ethan didn't have to hold it in place. It shifted around a bit before settling, readjusting itself. A few moments later, all of Lee's muscles stiffened suddenly. His face went pale. The holographic screen said it was synchronizing. Then Lee's face became as red as a tomato. Then it returned to its normal color, and Lee's body relaxed.

The screen beeped with a message, saying it was detecting unconsciousness and was activating Procedure Smelling Salts. A moment later, Lee's eyes fluttered open. "Morning Ethan. You're looking a bit better. My arm was shot off, wasn't it." He stated it matter-of-factly, as if he knew already that the dreams he had were memories. He sat up and leaned against the wall. "And did you really call me Smithy Boy?" He seemed a bit miffed at the nickname.

Dan Harvey (Djinn) | Pratville, Alabama - Safehouse Bunker

Shortly following an audible woosh and the fluttering of feathers, the door was suddenly flung open, a grumpy looking Djinn emerging from the shadows drenched in sweat. It looked as though he'd just run a marathon, despite being gone for barely ten minutes. Taking a breath, Djinn wiped a bead of sweat off his brow, "So... yeah, the sniper got away on a electric bike. Looked to be a Caucasian male, 180ish tall, black neck-length hair... he also had a bionic arm of some sort," he sputtered, glancing at Lightning's new arm, "although, maybe he just wanted a new friend to relate with?" Djinn quipped, wondering if he should just sketch an image from memory. One of the perks of his heightened intelligence, drawing came naturally, so did most other forms of art after a quick tutorial. He could learn just by watching, a neat party trick for sure.

[Pere Housh Alpha]

Instead of opening like a flap, like anyone would expect it to, it slid open, revealing a blue keyboard. A moment later, a holographic screen popped up, with a message saying that the attachment process would begin momentarily.

A second later, metal pieces came from somewhere and covered the shoulder, technically attaching the arm and making it so Ethan didn't have to hold it in place. It shifted around a bit before settling, readjusting itself. A few moments later, all of Lee's muscles stiffened suddenly. His face went pale. The holographic screen said it was synchronizing. Then Lee's face became as red as a tomato. Then it returned to its normal color, and Lee's body relaxed.

The screen beeped with a message, saying it was detecting unconsciousness and was activating Procedure Smelling Salts. A moment later, Lee's eyes fluttered open. "Morning Ethan. You're looking a bit better. My arm was shot off, wasn't it." He stated it matter-of-factly, as if he knew already that the dreams he had were memories. He sat up and leaned against the wall. "And did you really call me Smithy Boy?" He seemed a bit miffed at the nickname.

Dan Harvey (Djinn) | Pratville, Alabama - Safehouse Bunker

Shortly following an audible woosh and the fluttering of feathers, the door was suddenly flung open, a grumpy looking Djinn emerging from the shadows drenched in sweat. It looked as though he'd just run a marathon, despite being gone for barely ten minutes. Taking a breath, Djinn wiped a bead of sweat off his brow, "So... yeah, the sniper got away on a electric bike. Looked to be a Caucasian male, 180ish tall, black neck-length hair... he also had a bionic arm of some sort," he sputtered, glancing at Lightning's new arm, "although, maybe he just wanted a new friend to relate with?" Djinn quipped, wondering if he should just sketch an image from memory. One of the perks of his heightened intelligence, drawing came naturally, so did most other forms of art after a quick tutorial. He could learn just by watching, a neat party trick for sure.

Rachel sat in a chair with a thinking look on her face before she decides to speak, "That sniper might come back to finish the job plus he won't know about Lee's new arm. I think its time we move to a new location and I know just the spot. It another bunker complex I own right outside of Denver in Aurora and Ethan, make sure to get "that" case before we leave. I will put bunker into lockdown mode to prevent anybody not authorized to be here from getting in."

[Flarbinia]

R.A.G.N.A.R.O.K Communications Facility, Oklahoma
Lock Pick began hacking the first satellite dish as Light Speed Cannon Ball tore apart a full battalion of androids like they were made of tissue paper, the Defrosting Eight taking out the Agents that got in their way.
St. Charles, Missouri
"Sure, I'll join. I've got nothing better to do. Besides, I have a few friends up in Illinois who would be interested." Baltic Breeze said to the fifth Commander Democracy, the two exiting the abandoned farm where the Eastern European Superhero was hiding from R.A.G.N.A.R.O.K. They got on the motorcycle and headed north, every other Superhero in Missouri refusing to join his team out of fear of rocking the boat.

[The Japanese Americans]

Dan Harvey (Djinn) | Pratville, Alabama - Safehouse Bunker

Shortly following an audible woosh and the fluttering of feathers, the door was suddenly flung open, a grumpy looking Djinn emerging from the shadows drenched in sweat. It looked as though he'd just run a marathon, despite being gone for barely ten minutes. Taking a breath, Djinn wiped a bead of sweat off his brow, "So... yeah, the sniper got away on a electric bike. Looked to be a Caucasian male, 180ish tall, black neck-length hair... he also had a bionic arm of some sort," he sputtered, glancing at Lightning's new arm, "although, maybe he just wanted a new friend to relate with?" Djinn quipped, wondering if he should just sketch an image from memory. One of the perks of his heightened intelligence, drawing came naturally, so did most other forms of art after a quick tutorial. He could learn just by watching, a neat party trick for sure.

"I would think that isn't the case. I kept this arm a complete secret. Not even my mum knows. The sightseer who told me I would lose my arm did, but she unfortunately died in a gas explosion before the Durant incident." He flexed his robotic arm, making sure his nerves were linked up correctly.

Rachel sat in a chair with a thinking look on her face before she decides to speak, "That sniper might come back to finish the job plus he won't know about Lee's new arm. I think its time we move to a new location and I know just the spot. It another bunker complex I own right outside of Denver in Aurora and Ethan, make sure to get "that" case before we leave. I will put bunker into lockdown mode to prevent anybody not authorized to be here from getting in."

"Sounds like a good plan. Besides, with my arm regulating my systems, I'm recovering blood at a faster pace." To demonstrate, he took his IV out and got out of the bed. He didn't even wobble when he stood up. "Really glad I added nanobots to the design. Along with EMP shielding and several other things."

[Odinburgh]

Vincent Bolander was in a large white room. Apparently he had been knocked out a long time. He noticed something on the wall which he was unable to read. Following that a man approached him with a syringe which he could hear him speak, "For the pain Vincent. You told us all we need know. Time to go to sleep Vincent and when you wake up you will not remember a thing." Vincent slowly dozed into a deep again as the needle pierced his right arm.

[Flarbinia]

Fifty thousand feet over the Oklahoma State Line. Real World
Agent Beatrice Combs woke Agent Vincent up from his nightmare. "You were dreaming about the "White Room" test again, weren't you? That is one kind of VR Simulation that will leave anyone scarred for life, let alone a seasoned agent." Agent Beatrice Combs said to Vincent as her partner noticed that they were seated in First Class on a plane headed towards San Diego, the stomping ground of the Cyberpunk-themed Supervillain Firewall. Agent Beatrice Combs handed the dossier to Agent Vincent before she was handed her steak by one of the flight attendants.

[Odinburgh]

Fifty thousand feet over the Oklahoma State Line. Real World
Agent Beatrice Combs woke Agent Vincent up from his nightmare. "You were dreaming about the "White Room" test again, weren't you? That is one kind of VR Simulation that will leave anyone scarred for life, let alone a seasoned agent." Agent Beatrice Combs said to Vincent as her partner noticed that they were seated in First Class on a plane headed towards San Diego, the stomping ground of the Cyberpunk-themed Supervillain Firewall. Agent Beatrice Combs handed the dossier to Agent Vincent before she was handed her steak by one of the flight attendants.

"Yeah I was. We need to set up a command post and make sure the authorities know soon as we get to San Diego. Gets any more serious I am contacting The White House."

[Flarbinia]

"R.A.G.N.A.R.O.K has offices and Agents in every city in the United States, their firepower determined by how dangerous the local Supervillains are. As for contacting the White House, forget it. Only The Director has that kind of clearance and authority. You go over his head, you will never be seen or heard from again. All memories of you erased, all files on you deleted, all evidence of your existence destroyed." Agent Beatrice Combs said to Agent Vincent, her tone turning from reassuring to dead serious.

[Odinburgh]

"R.A.G.N.A.R.O.K has offices and Agents in every city in the United States, their firepower determined by how dangerous the local Supervillains are. As for contacting the White House, forget it. Only The Director has that kind of clearance and authority. You go over his head, you will never be seen or heard from again. All memories of you erased, all files on you deleted, all evidence of your existence destroyed." Agent Beatrice Combs said to Agent Vincent, her tone turning from reassuring to dead serious.

"Okay what about speaking with the director?"

[Flarbinia]

"Don't bother. Too much red tape under normal circumstances and the only situation where an Agent assigned to an investigation would need to bypass all that bureaucracy is a worst case scenario. The "Your boss is being screamed at by the president because the world will end if immediate action is not taken" kind. Consider ourselves lucky that we won't dealing with anyone powerful enough to cause that kind of destruction and mayhem." Agent Beatrice said to Agent Vincent as she ate her steak.

[Odinburgh]

"Don't bother. Too much red tape under normal circumstances and the only situation where an Agent assigned to an investigation would need to bypass all that bureaucracy is a worst case scenario. The "Your boss is being screamed at by the president because the world will end if immediate action is not taken" kind. Consider ourselves lucky that we won't dealing with anyone powerful enough to cause that kind of destruction and mayhem." Agent Beatrice said to Agent Vincent as she ate her steak.

"Correct you are. So wise and young you are on your way for a promotion. All right now to the hotel."

[Talchyon]

Safehouse (?), Alabama
Charlie Meschke (aka "Wildcard")

It was all too much. Whoever these people were, they had their own issues. Everything from people showing up at their door unannounced, to getting ambushed at the front gates. To think he had been trying to lay low, to escape the false charges that had been raised against him. But there would be no laying low now. Charlie closed his eyes and inaudibly groaned at the mess he was in now.

While others went to help Lee, or "Lightning" as he went by, Charlie was about to join in. At the very least, pitching in in a time of need might help earn his keep here, because if he wanted to leave without getting blasted by any passing, random agent with an anti-tank weapon (?!), Charlie knew he would have to get in the good graces of those who owned this so-called safehouse. Though how this place was safe, was beyond him.

But as Charlie was about to help do... something... maybe get supplies?... for Lee's severed arm, or figure out some way to help the wounded man from back at the Oklahoma warehouse, the one they called Ethan, Charlie's phone began to ring. Puzzled, he got his phone out. Only two people had his number, and he had a special ringtone for each. This wasn't either ringtone. Charlie also didn't know what it meant that the caller id simply said, "Source unknown." He wondered if it might be some wrong number, but the caller kept on and the tone kept ringing. Tentatively, Charlie answered the phone, "Yeah?"

"Mr. Meschke. Currently in Alabama. You have a way of disappearing, don't you?"

"Who the hell is this?" he asked. The voice on the other side was garbled, encrypted, to make the identity of the caller even more mysterious.

"Why, Mr. Meschke. Is that a way to treat a future employer?"

Charlie said, "Look, I'm not looking for a job. I think you have me confused with some..."

"Mr. Meschke, or should I call you 'Wildcard'? When you hear the terms I'm offering, you might change your mind. What if I told you that we have a way to clear your name from the false charges raised against you? We have powerful friends. Friends who can restore your name, so you don't have to cower in fear. For why should you have to drift from place to place, ducking from the police and never being able to see your family again? Take this job. And you won't have to worry about that. Plus, you will also have some money to your name. No having to crash in abandoned buildings or sleeping on the streets. You'd be set."

Charlie stared at the phone. Who was this? How did he know so much about him? And, was this person actually able to give the things he promised? Somehow, Charlie doubted it.

"How do I know you're for real?"

But the caller ignored the question, and said, "We'd like to have... kind of a job interview. You might call it that. Where we can see you use your skill set in, shall we say, interesting field conditions? And simply for taking this... "job interview," we'll pay you well. $500,000 just to show us what you can do. So are you interested?

Charlie's astonishment only increased. 500 grand? Just to take an interview? "Ok. I'm interested."

"Good..." the caller said. He gave Charlie an address, told him to memorize it but not write it down. Charlie repeated the address four times until the caller was confident he'd have it. And he gave Charlie a time. It was clear he meant that this was time the interview would take place. Then, the caller hung up.

Charlie gaped at his phone, his mind running races. Questions flooded his mind, questions that had no answer just yet. But the lucrative amount of cash that was offered was tremendous - almost as tremendous as the freedom he was tendered as a reward for this potential work.

If opportunity only knocks once, Charlie was convinced that opportunity had not only knocked just then. Opportunity had just taken out the screws that held the proverbial door on its hinges, and had removed the door, chopped it up, set it on fire, and entered without having to be invited. He would be a fool to pass it up. Wouldn't he be?

---

Fenrir Ironworks
Stillwater, Oklahoma
Diego Hernandez

Because the rats had chewed through the foundry's wires, there would be no cameras to catch him for later agents to trace. But why stop at cameras? Why leave much of any visual remembrance at all?

Diego had the rats keep chewing. The more wires that could be gnawed through, the better. Having caught up to just outside the foundry, he was waiting for the right wire to go that would make things even more interesting. It didn't take the rats inside long to find what Diego was hoping they would find. The lights went out. And Diego knew this would add even more to his persona. He actually welcomed it.

The guard up front got a call on his walkie-talkie, about the sudden darkness inside, no doubt. And that was when Diego knew it was his time to attack. He sent the mental command to the rats he had in the area outside to sneak closer, until they were right up on him. Still talking into his walkie-talkie and occasionally glancing nervously around, the guard had no clue what was about to happen. Diego sent the mental command to his rats, "Attack!"

A swarm of rats descended upon the guard from every available direction on the ground, as well as about 40 who dropped from above, from an awning above the entry. The guard dropped the walkie-talkie and cried out in surprise. He took his assault rifle and tried to spray the increasing number of rats, killing many. But there were not enough bullets to extinguish the approaching horde of vermin. They climbed up on the man, surrounding him in tails, claws, whiskers, and no doubt disease, biting into any unprotected skin, drawing blood from several places. The rats on his neck chomped and bit, as the guard tried unsuccessfully to get them off, still screaming at a nightmare now made reality. Blood spurted out everywhere in a grotesque rhythmic beat. The rats had found his aorta. The guard wouldn't last long. He died with a scream in his lips as rats licked the blood that poured forth.

Since the power was out, the electronic locks on the door no longer mattered. Opening the door was easy. The inside of the foundry was pitch black. Inside, Diego could hear sounds of people shouting in confusion, fear, and annoyance. There was a huge crash, as if someone had tried to find a door in the dark and instead knocked over open boxes of parts. Yeah. This was going to be epic. Now for the fun part.

Diego himself has no power to see in the dark, nothing more than a normal person. Likewise, he has no advanced tech that would let him do it. But what he does have, at least for this mission, is a friend. A friend in the form of a four-legged rodent who rides on his shoulder, and through whose nocturnal eyes Diego can see clearly. He set it up so that every time he turned his head a direction, the rat would copy his movements. That way, he could see what the rat saw. And since the rats can see in dark places, it was as if the lights were on. Too bad the murderers, the asesinos, wouldn't be able to see his attacks.

Strength surging through his muscles due to the amount of rats near, Diego summoned them to himself and to not leave within 5 feet of his presence. That is, the rats were to stay with Diego, unless there were enemies nearby who could be attacked. Then, they could sic 'em.

Coming up on a room, Diego saw through the rat's eyes 4 men, stumbling around in the dark. Several metallic parts for what looked like a small engine littered the floor. One man was gingerly holding his wrist. Apparently, he had been the one to accidentally bump into the box of parts, harming his wrist in the process. Diego entered the room to the noise of rats scurrying and making their noises. The other men were afraid, Diego could see easily. He grabbed one by the door and lifted him up as if he were a stuffed animal, throwing him into the far wall. The man was astonished and didn't react quick enough. But he screamed, and then there was a
sickening sound, the sound of a man whose bones snap after getting thrown headfirst into a wall. One of the others reached for a gun. "Imbécil," thought Diego. The armed guy aimed at the ceiling, no doubt so he could get a view. Diego chose that moment to leap into other man, so that instead of seeing him across the room, the man would see by the brief flash of gunfire that he was about to get his clock cleaned in about two seconds. It worked. The man's jaw dropped as he saw Diego, not expecting to see the attacker hurtling directly at him. The armed man tried to bring the gun down to shoot Diego's head, but he was too late. Diego ripped the gun out of the man's hands, and dislocated the man's shoulder to do it. The man howled in pain. The others who had seen the room light up by the gunfire drew close to Diego to try to take him out. Diego kicked at one - the guy with the bad wrist - and heard the snapping of the man's shin, followed by a loud, frightened yell. For the other advancing, Diego seized the dislocated arm of the gunman and flung the gunman at the advancer, knocking them both down and drawing new yells of hurt from the former. Bending down and getting a heavy looking part, Diego flung it at the guy behind him, who was trying to hold back tears as he nursed his bleeding, disjointed shin. The part struck the man in the chest, and cracked his ribs. For the two now on the floor, neither of whom had caught their breath, Diego aimed a solid kick at the healthier-looking of the two. The man cried out in pain like a little girl, as his internal organs were crushed. Gasping for breath, he drew his gun, hoping to get a visual, but collapsing under the strain before he could do it. The last man with the dislocated shoulder was sobbing. Diego felt no mercy. Nobody had shown him mercy when he sobbed when Immigration had taken his parents from him. Why should he show any now? Yet, as he smacked the man in the face one last time and knocked him out, he did feel guilty. It was as if Diego had plummeted to a level he had not wanted to go to, a level of distress and shame, of loneliness and guilt. A level that he didn't know if he could crawl up from.

Since all of the defenders were out, Diego sent his rats to scout out any rooms that had defenders left in there. There were a few rooms, men with eyes of dread, knowing exactly what the sickening sounds were they heard meant, but fearing them just the same. Diego sent his rats to swarm them, to take out their oxygen, to make them hyperventilate and then pass out. He especially sent rats to go into the mouths and to plug up the noses of the defenders in there, until they turned blue. Diego wasn't going to kill them, though. Enough blood had been shed tonight.

Down the hallway, there was a room with a closed door. Diego's surveillance (through the eyes of another rat who had made his way in) was able to show him the inside. Weapons and gear galore! All kinds of interesting tech. Diego opened the door and looked them over. Interesting guns. Diego had no clue what they did exactly or even if they were specialty weapons. But he took some, along with some of the ammo boxes he had seen near them. There were some other gizmos and doodads. Diego had no clue what these would do, but he might be able to find someone who could. He filled the duffel bag he had brought with him with various weapons and gizmos that were there, along with ammo, supplies and other odds and ends. Who knew what might be here?

And that's when he saw the explosives. The thought came, unbidden. "These asesinos will just keep killing people unless they are stopped. They have hunted me down, como un perro. All I wanted was to have a life here, to get my parents back and my familia. But let's see how these jefes like it. See how they like it when the tides are turned."

Setting the explosives was easy. Just set the timer, click the button, and there it goes. Diego gave a good 10 minutes. Long enough for him to take the injured out to a safe distance. He didn't want to kill them. He just wanted them to stop. And a very good way of making them stop happened, when Diego and all the rats near there had fled the scene, the timer had counted down to zero, and what had been Fenrir Ironworks went up in a destructive ball of flame.

[Nuevela]

The flaming ball reflected on Wolfram's metal arm as he drove by in a Harley-Davidson.

The distinctive noise of the engine was heard loudly as he spotted Diego, identifying him. As he continued to drive, he took out a strange contraption of a pistol and precisely fired a needle into the metahuman's arm. It wouldn't take long for him to pass out, as the dart was filled with elephant sedative. Getting down, put the sleeping man in a bodybag, as if he was dead, then slung it at the back of the motorcycle and rolled off.

When Diego woke up he was in a white room, tied to a metal post with a carbon-fiber cable. A steel-made muzzle kept him from bitting his way out of there, but allowed him to speak. Surprisingly, he had not suffered any injuries and had not been beaten up by William, who was standing in the White room too. His black clothes made a stark contrast with the ceramic titled-floor of the apparently door-less room. Of course there was a door. But it was concealed.

"I have some questions for you, Young man, and if you refuse...let's just say that you'll hope you were dead."

[Flarbinia]

Suddenly, the big screen flickered to life, the throne turning to reveal Le Python. "I ordered you to kill the speedster, yet Light Speed Cannon Ball reports that you kidnapped someone who is very important to my plans. Release him or your head will decorate my throne room. The clock is ticking." Le Python said to Wolfram, his tone indicating that he was not going to tolerate any action that would threaten his goals, his gaze indicating that the hired gun would be a dead man if he refused to comply with the Supervillain's command.

[Nuevela]

Suddenly, the big screen flickered to life, the throne turning to reveal Le Python. "I ordered you to kill the speedster, yet Light Speed Cannon Ball reports that you kidnapped someone who is very important to my plans. Release him or your head will decorate my throne room. The clock is ticking." Le Python said to Wolfram, his tone indicating that he was not going to tolerate any action that would threaten his goals, his gaze indicating that the hired gun would be a dead man if he refused to comply with the Supervillain's command.

"Consider our contract terminated then."

He took his .600 revolver and fired into the screen once, shredding it. He knew he had signed his dead arrest, but, fair to himself, death wasn't something he was entirely opposed to.

[Flarbinia]

"Thank you for breaking a three million dollar screen because you disagreed with a pre-recorded message. It is coming out of your pay." Le Python said to Wolfram as he entered the room through the door, flanked on both sides by armed guards. "Surprised to see me? Did the toppled snake statue not make it clear that I was the previous owner of this base? Did you honestly believe that you could cancel the contract at any time? We are done when I say we are done and I will say we are done once Lightning is six feet under." Le Python said to Wolfram before pummeling him, the guards releasing Diego and pointing in the direction of the hangar.

[Talchyon]

Strange White Room, location ?
Diego Hernandez

The fireball that had been the foundry had blown up. For once, Diego felt like he had taken a swing back at the people who had made him live in fear all those years. Didn't matter that these weren't the same men. They had the same shallow view on life, the same love of intimidation, the same bully spirit. Diego hated them, even though he wasn't about to end the lives of the men who had the bad misfortune to work for them. Not every person agrees with his boss.

But just like that, there was a sting on his arm, which felt like a bee on steroids. And then, Diego was out for the count.

---

He felt groggy, as if the world had gone blurry and nauseous at the same time. There was a brightness before his unfocused eyes, that took a little while to adjust. A white room. But when Diego tried to move, he found he could not. And there was a new person, a stranger...

When Diego woke up he was in a white room, tied to a metal post with a carbon-fiber cable. A steel-made muzzle kept him from bitting his way out of there, but allowed him to speak. Surprisingly, he had not suffered any injuries and had not been beaten up by William, who was standing in the White room too. His black clothes made a stark contrast with the ceramic titled-floor of the apparently door-less room. Of course there was a door. But it was concealed.

"I have some questions for you, Young man, and if you refuse...let's just say that you'll hope you were dead."

When the man spoke, Diego could tell his type automatically. He had grown up around men who only knew how to push people and use force. They made him remember things from his youth he had tried to forget. A dangerous man, but that didn't mean that he was out to kill Diego. He had to proceed cautiously. And the first thing he did was to send a mental command to all the rats near him with a single word: "Come."

Meanwhile, Diego had to keep the dangerous man in black occupied. Talking might help. But just as he was about to, things went haywire.

Suddenly, the big screen flickered to life, the throne turning to reveal Le Python. "I ordered you to kill the speedster, yet Light Speed Cannon Ball reports that you kidnapped someone who is very important to my plans. Release him or your head will decorate my throne room. The clock is ticking." Le Python said to Wolfram, his tone indicating that he was not going to tolerate any action that would threaten his goals, his gaze indicating that the hired gun would be a dead man if he refused to comply with the Supervillain's command.

"Consider our contract terminated then."

He took his .600 revolver and fired into the screen once, shredding it. He knew he had signed his dead arrest, but, fair to himself, death wasn't something he was entirely opposed to.

"Thank you for breaking a three million dollar screen because you disagreed with a pre-recorded message. It is coming out of your pay." Le Python said to Wolfram as he entered the room through the door, flanked on both sides by armed guards. "Surprised to see me? Did the toppled snake statue not make it clear that I was the previous owner of this base? Did you honestly believe that you could cancel the contract at any time? We are done when I say we are done and I will say we are done once Lightning is six feet under." Le Python said to Wolfram before pummeling him, the guards releasing Diego and pointing in the direction of the hangar.

Diego's head spun. His kidnapper was getting assaulted, but apparently by his boss. Diego gave him better odds of surviving than his men would have had. Playing to a dangerous man's strengths is not the best way to prolong your life. But the boss seemed just as dangerous. Diego was glad to get out of the straps, and gladly went in the direction the men pointed to. Best to get away from these crazy people.

[Flarbinia]

Prattville, Alabama
"Before we leave, We will need to get Ethan some heavy duty firepower. Fortunately, there is an abandoned art studio that R.A.G.N.A.R.O.K is using as a warehouse for captured villain tech." Gecko Man said to Rachel and Lee as the computer finished loading the map.
Stillwater, Oklahoma
Diego entered the hangar, seeing that the glider that was in his gym bag was fully fueled and had its wings extended. "We found these in your gym bag. You might need them if you're flying that." A man in snake themed body armor said to Diego as he handed him a helmet, a breastplate, and a pair of gauntlets, the left gauntlet having a series of small buttons, one of them being bright red.

[Quebec-Libre]

Prattville, Alabama
"Before we leave, We will need to get Ethan some heavy duty firepower. Fortunately, there is an abandoned art studio that R.A.G.N.A.R.O.K is using as a warehouse for captured villain tech." Gecko Man said to Rachel and Lee as the computer finished loading the map.
Stillwater, Oklahoma
Diego entered the hangar, seeing that the glider that was in his gym bag was fully fueled and had its wings extended. "We found these in your gym bag. You might need them if you're flying that." A man in snake themed body armor said to Diego as he handed him a helmet, a breastplate, and a pair of gauntlets, the left gauntlet having a series of small buttons, one of them being bright red.

"Oh, Don't worry, I got my own."

Ethan was still in his casual clothes, his armor in his room, but had, slung on his back, a contraption of a rifle in it. He took it out and placed it on the table. It was weird and looked like it was custom-made by perhaps Ethan himself. He also had a leg hostler.

"Bullpup supercompact battle rifle. Fires [url=https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/9×53mmR]9×53mmR type B[/url] at 1000 rpm. Feeds from 100-round quadstack magazines. Effective range of 1.5 miles and can pierce through 2 centimetres of tungsten armor. For steel it's easily 15 centimetres."

From the hostler, he drew what looked like a four-barreled shotgun.

".950 JDJ absurdity, capable of ripping appart a dozen cinder blocks. Selective fire system alongside a disable key to fire all 4 shots at the same time."

He then looked up at the rest of the gang.

"Lasers could be fun to get though."