Superhunted (Superhero RP Reboot) (IC)

[Quebec-Libre]

Alabama State Line
The Gecko Buggy, disguised as a Camaro, approached the state line, Gecko Man (wearing his civilian attire) stopping when approached by a state trooper. "Sir, I am going to need to see your license and registration." The state trooper said to Gecko Man, Gecko Man complying with the order to avoid arousing suspicion. "An Oklahoma boy. What brings you and your friend to Alabama, Tony Decker?" The state trooper said to Gecko Man. "My friend got kicked out of the Golden Nugget for counting cards and I lost all of my chips at the Poker table, so we had to cut our vacation short." Tony Decker said to the state trooper before being handed back his wallet. "So you two were gamblin' down in Biloxi and one of ya was caught cheating? We are going to have to search your trunk for any of the costumes in the suspect description." The state trooper said to Tony Decker before his partner opened the trunk, revealing that it was nothing but souvenir poker chips, a jack, an air pump, and a spare tire. "They're alibi's solid. Nothing suspicious here." The other state trooper said before slamming the trunk, the Camaro driving across the state line as the state trooper motioned them to move along. Once they were safely out of earshot, Gecko Man put on his costume and pressed the button, turning the Gecko Buggy back into a jeep.

"That went better than I expected."

He sighed.

[Flarbinia]

Narcissus Chemicals, Los Angeles, California
"Ah, you are finally here. Sorry that it took so long to see you, but I had to "sort out" some Agents who were on the take. Normally, we would simply fire them on the spot and unceremoniously blank their memories, but the Director is beefing up security on account of recent events. All you need to know is that the Superheroes that gave the slip in Alabama have nowhere left to hide in the South. Where was I? I am Jacob Smith, no relation to Will Smith. Thanks to a changing of the guard, I am now in control of all operations in California." Jacob said to Agent Vincent and his partner as he escorted them to his office.

[Talchyon]

Stillwater, OK
Diego Hernandez

"Let me guess. You can control rats. I can see what I can do. Here, have this outfit on the house. This is me being extra generous, as it has a layer of knife proof mesh and a built-in bulletproof mesh. It should prevent you from being identified by the authorities in the event that your power armor's helmet receives enough battle damage to expose your face. As for the item on the belt, it is a repair kit, judging by the wrench symbol and brushed gun metal color. In case you are wondering about weekly profit, all Supervillains find some way to make money. Usually it's stealing crates full of diamonds or selling high tech weaponry to the highest bidder, but some decide to roll the dice by robbing the R.A.G.N.A.R.O.K payroll." Helena Lovecraft said to Diego as she handed him a gray and brown spandex outfit with a mask that can be pulled on and over his face like a hood and a small detachable red cape with a hood.

Diego took the suit that seemed, well, more suited to him. Feeling the material in his hands and noting the tough mesh, he also found it soft as well. The mask was, thankfully, not the face of a rat at all. As if he wanted a big nose that would get in the way of his sight. Instead, the mask was just a flat brown surface with black eyes. Nodding, Diego noted his approval. This would do nicely.

He had no interest in the red cape. Little Red Riding Hood had nothing to do with rats. Neither did Mexican bullfighters. Diego took the cape nonetheless.

Diego said, "I have a flight suit outside. Maybe I can trade that in for something. You have anything that can act like a force shield? Those could come in handy. Or, hell, a teleportation device?" As if. But you never know unless you ask...

---

Ragnarok base
Charlie Meschke (aka "Wildcard")

"Well, it would be better for us to go to Nebraska and rest for a bit. I haven't completely healed yet, but we also need to get some better gear. Without any, we're going to be weaker. Besides, according to my arm, the only thing that needs to be finished is reconnecting my kidney to my bladder. So, I say we get some gear and then rest. And there's bound to be plenty on all these corpses." Lee held out his arms for emphasis.

Charlie nodded. "Ok. Nebraska it is. Since we need to rest up, let's drive and get there slower than a jet. We can grab some of this gear and go our way." Looking through the gear that was left, Charlie took a dark blue suit-outfit, solid all the way through. Lee took some gauntlets. The rest looked pretty standard stuff you could find at any military surplus store, so they left much of it. Finding an SUV, they hopped in and took off on the way to Nebraska, hoping to heal on the way from various near-death experiences they had had too many of recently. The others hopped in as well, making for a long ride but at least with plenty of drivers to fill in if one got tired.

[Flarbinia]

Stillwater, OK
Diego Hernandez

"Let me guess. You can control rats. I can see what I can do. Here, have this outfit on the house. This is me being extra generous, as it has a layer of knife proof mesh and a built-in bulletproof mesh. It should prevent you from being identified by the authorities in the event that your power armor's helmet receives enough battle damage to expose your face. As for the item on the belt, it is a repair kit, judging by the wrench symbol and brushed gun metal color. In case you are wondering about weekly profit, all Supervillains find some way to make money. Usually it's stealing crates full of diamonds or selling high tech weaponry to the highest bidder, but some decide to roll the dice by robbing the R.A.G.N.A.R.O.K payroll." Helena Lovecraft said to Diego as she handed him a gray and brown spandex outfit with a mask that can be pulled on and over his face like a hood and a small detachable red cape with a hood.

Diego took the suit that seemed, well, more suited to him. Feeling the material in his hands and noting the tough mesh, he also found it soft as well. The mask was, thankfully, not the face of a rat at all. As if he wanted a big nose that would get in the way of his sight. Instead, the mask was just a flat brown surface with black eyes. Nodding, Diego noted his approval. This would do nicely.

He had no interest in the red cape. Little Red Riding Hood had nothing to do with rats. Neither did Mexican bullfighters. Diego took the cape nonetheless.

Diego said, "I have a flight suit outside. Maybe I can trade that in for something. You have anything that can act like a force shield? Those could come in handy. Or, hell, a teleportation device?" As if. But you never know unless you ask...

"Sorry. Force fields are currently out of stock and R.A.G.N.A.R.O.K keeps teleporters under lock and key at their headquarters, which is a fortress that no Superhero or Supervillain has ever seen, let alone breached. What I do have is a Sensor Disruptor. Synchronize it to six thirty if you want to scramble an enemy's sonar. Synchronize to eight twenty if you want to jam radar. If you want to disable both, synchronize to twelve o' clock. It can be attached to the gauntlet of power armor, has a built-in hypnotic laser pen and a waterproof screen, is made of a chrome plated cobalt-titanium alloy that can withstand a force of fourteen thousand five hundred and eighty point zero five pounds PSI and a temperature of three thousand degrees Celcius, and the best part? The digital watch can still tell time, making it easier to plan your escapades if you are working with a group." Helena Lovecraft said to Diego as she headed into the back for a few minutes, coming back with a shiny digital watch and handing it to him. "Now that I have given you what I have offered, I will need you to get your flight suit." Helena said to Diego.

[The Japanese Americans]

Ragnarok base
Charlie Meschke (aka "Wildcard")

Charlie nodded. "Ok. Nebraska it is. Since we need to rest up, let's drive and get there slower than a jet. We can grab some of this gear and go our way." Looking through the gear that was left, Charlie took a dark blue suit-outfit, solid all the way through. Lee took some gauntlets. The rest looked pretty standard stuff you could find at any military surplus store, so they left much of it. Finding an SUV, they hopped in and took off on the way to Nebraska, hoping to heal on the way from various near-death experiences they had had too many of recently. The others hopped in as well, making for a long ride but at least with plenty of drivers to fill in if one got tired.

Lee took the first driving shift. And that means he put the car into neutral and pushed it at quite a bit under Mach 1, so as to not damage any part of the car with the force of the air pushing on it. He did this for the next two hours, making their trip much shorter. He made sure to slow down carefully, so he didn't send anything or anyone flying out of the car like a cannonball out of a cannon. Then he opened the passenger door and gestured for Wildcard to get out, being too tired to talk.

[Flarbinia]

Providence, Rhode Island
"Agent Wilbur to HQ! HQ, do you read me? We are under attack by a black and blue Gremlin! For god's sakes, send backup immediately!" An Agent assigned to protecting a payroll convoy desperately said over the watch's built-in communicator before his head was caved in by a man in a black and navy blue outfit, his last words filled with fear. "That washed up has been in Stillwater said that this would be more dangerous than being a jewel thief or an arms dealer. Then again, engines have a history of being sabotaged by Gremlins and the Midnight Gremlin is no exception." Midnight Gremlin boasted as he got back on his hovering snowboard and flew towards his lair, only to land on the lawn of a house fifteen miles from the road due to exhausting what little jet fuel he had left.

[Flarbinia]

Nashville City Limits, Nashville, Tennessee
"Ah, I see that you are runnin' low on gas, but the credit card reader ain't working. Unfortunately, I am afraid I am going to have to cut you off until you pay your tab. No more store credit, Rachel." Big Louie, the owner of the gas station and repair garage, said to Rachel as he unfolded a bill, the paper extending to his knee. "Don't look at me like that. I refueled and repaired your vehicles after your "demolition derbies" for the past year and a half without making you pay a dime. Since I am a business owner, it is only fair that you pay me back what I am owed for the replacement parts and Unleaded." Big Louie said to the Superhero before turning off the camera, his employee approaching her with a grease and oil covered monkey wrench in both hands.

[Flarbinia]

"That went better than I expected."

He sighed.

"Don't sweat it. We got lucky. Very lucky." Gecko Man said to Ethan as they continued heading for Ohio, the smaller vehicles regrouping with them are the larger vehicles decloaked, the two Superheroes noticing that the rest of their group was getting twitchy when staring at the horizon. "I don't blame the others for being paranoid. So long as R.A.G.N.A.R.O.K does not go over budget and can maintain plausible deniability, the government gives them more leeway than the military. That includes launching bombing runs on American soil, provided that their target is dangerous enough to warrant the use of air assets. Considering that the only one of us who meets that criteria can toss aircraft around like a toy, we are reasonably safe for the time being." Gecko Man said to Ethan as he continued driving.

[Quebec-Libre]

"That went better than I expected."

He sighed.

"Don't sweat it. We got lucky. Very lucky." Gecko Man said to Ethan as they continued heading for Ohio, the smaller vehicles regrouping with them are the larger vehicles decloaked, the two Superheroes noticing that the rest of their group was getting twitchy when staring at the horizon. "I don't blame the others for being paranoid. So long as R.A.G.N.A.R.O.K does not go over budget and can maintain plausible deniability, the government gives them more leeway than the military. That includes launching bombing runs on American soil, provided that their target is dangerous enough to warrant the use of air assets. Considering that the only one of us who meets that criteria can toss aircraft around like a toy, we are reasonably safe for the time being." Gecko Man said to Ethan as he continued driving.

"Oh, one day they'll make polymer-made planes and, that day, we'll be doomed."

He sighed, looking outside.

"...Quiet between storms...That's what this is."

[Flarbinia]

"You don't need telepathy to know what I am thinking right now. R.A.G.N.A.R.O.K was going to retaliate once they found out that we took gear from their warehouse, but the timing makes no sense. The bunker can't be detected by radar and, if the schematics were accurate, has a cloaking device that makes it look like an abandoned motel." Gecko Man said to Ethan before he paused, his mask concealing his widening eyes. "Someone tipped them off. A member of our little community who's feeding them information in exchange for immunity from prosecution. It can't be us. R.A.G.N.A.R.O.K would take additionally precautions to ensure that their informant does not get killed in the raid. Captain Highlander works for L.A.N.C.E.L.O.T and was nearly killed by an explosion, so we can safely cross him off the list of potential suspects. We can figure that out once we have set up shop in Ohio." Gecko Man said to Ethan.

[Quebec-Libre]

"You don't need telepathy to know what I am thinking right now. R.A.G.N.A.R.O.K was going to retaliate once they found out that we took gear from their warehouse, but the timing makes no sense. The bunker can't be detected by radar and, if the schematics were accurate, has a cloaking device that makes it look like an abandoned motel." Gecko Man said to Ethan before he paused, his mask concealing his widening eyes. "Someone tipped them off. A member of our little community who's feeding them information in exchange for immunity from prosecution. It can't be us. R.A.G.N.A.R.O.K would take additionally precautions to ensure that their informant does not get killed in the raid. Captain Highlander works for L.A.N.C.E.L.O.T and was nearly killed by an explosion, so we can safely cross him off the list of potential suspects. We can figure that out once we have set up shop in Ohio." Gecko Man said to Ethan.

"The other problem is that they most likely know how to cheat a lie detector if they work on both sides, so we can't use that."

[Talchyon]

On the way to Nebraska
Charlie Meschke (aka "Wildcard")

Ragnarok base
Charlie Meschke (aka "Wildcard")

Charlie nodded. "Ok. Nebraska it is. Since we need to rest up, let's drive and get there slower than a jet. We can grab some of this gear and go our way." Looking through the gear that was left, Charlie took a dark blue suit-outfit, solid all the way through. Lee took some gauntlets. The rest looked pretty standard stuff you could find at any military surplus store, so they left much of it. Finding an SUV, they hopped in and took off on the way to Nebraska, hoping to heal on the way from various near-death experiences they had had too many of recently. The others hopped in as well, making for a long ride but at least with plenty of drivers to fill in if one got tired.

Lee took the first driving shift. And that means he put the car into neutral and pushed it at quite a bit under Mach 1, so as to not damage any part of the car with the force of the air pushing on it. He did this for the next two hours, making their trip much shorter. He made sure to slow down carefully, so he didn't send anything or anyone flying out of the car like a cannonball out of a cannon. Then he opened the passenger door and gestured for Wildcard to get out, being too tired to talk.

Charlie almost fell out of the car, not used to the effects of the g-forces on him. Flying at almost Mach 1 left him a bit unsteady on his feet, and it took several moments to get readjusted.

Seeing that Lee didn't want to say too much, Charlie just said, "I promise I won't go nearly as fast. Meanwhile, why don't you sleep or something." He liked Lee. Out of everyone he had met, Lee seemed the most normal. That was saying something, considering how he could shoot out lightning from his hands.

Driving through western Iowa, Charlie looked out at the countryside and crops. It was strange, exotic, beautiful, but lonely. He sighed. This kind of place would have been the perfect spot to lay low, but it didn't seem like he was going to get much of a chance.

He looked down at the name of the town they were going to. "Central City." But from the looks of it, it didn't look like much of a city at all. Town of around 2000 people. The surrounding countryside had bunches of hiding places, though. Easy to stash something... or someone... there.

---

Diego Hernandez

After hearing her offer, Diego turned it down. Flight was needed. What this former superheroine was offering couldn't compete. Yeah, it might help him in a fight, but it wouldn't help him get to that fight. And that was currently his problem. So he said, "No deal. I'm keeping my wings." And then waited for her to get the upgrades on his gear done. Meanwhile, he went inside, found a couch in a small side room, and took a nap.

[Flarbinia]

Stillwater, Oklahoma
After five hours, Helena returned with the upgraded power armor and an envelop with the seal of Immigration services, tapping Diego to wake him up. The gauntlets and breastplate was brown and had patterns resembling the fur of a rat, the visor resembling a human face with rat teeth, the Norse rune for rat on the forehead. "Considering that you wanted rat-themed power armor, I decided to go for a Viking turning into a rat. Perfect for terrifying your foes, considering that both have been symbols of fear. I even added the Sensor Disruptor and some built-in oxygen tanks, free of charge. I am fresh out of Aztec themed mods and Mayan themed costumes in case you are wondering." Helena said to Diego as she handed him the upgraded power armor and opened the envelop. "Looks like your employer pulled some strings in Washington, probably to return a favor. You are now a US citizen." Helena said to Diego as she handed him the letter.

[The Japanese Americans]

On the way to Nebraska
Charlie Meschke (aka "Wildcard")

Charlie almost fell out of the car, not used to the effects of the g-forces on him. Flying at almost Mach 1 left him a bit unsteady on his feet, and it took several moments to get readjusted.

Seeing that Lee didn't want to say too much, Charlie just said, "I promise I won't go nearly as fast. Meanwhile, why don't you sleep or something." He liked Lee. Out of everyone he had met, Lee seemed the most normal. That was saying something, considering how he could shoot out lightning from his hands.

Driving through western Iowa, Charlie looked out at the countryside and crops. It was strange, exotic, beautiful, but lonely. He sighed. This kind of place would have been the perfect spot to lay low, but it didn't seem like he was going to get much of a chance.

He looked down at the name of the town they were going to. "Central City." But from the looks of it, it didn't look like much of a city at all. Town of around 2000 people. The surrounding countryside had bunches of hiding places, though. Easy to stash something... or someone... there.

Lee fell asleep rather quickly. But during his sleep, he tossed and turned, and sometimes electricity sparked from his hands. It seemed like he was having bad dreams. He continued shuffling around faster and faster, until he suddenly shot up faster than Wildcard could blink. He was breathing fast, too fast to be possible. He gradually slowed down his breathing. He slowed down his body. "Bad dream."

[Flarbinia]

Rockbridge, Ohio
"We need to keep heading south, then make a turn onto 33A and head down 180, then head downhill and keep heading north. It looks like R.A.G.N.A.R.O.K has given up the chase. Or they have bigger fish to fry. Either way, we are in the clear." Gecko Man said to Ethan as he activated the Gecko Buggy's GPS, the group continuing to head down the road.

[Flarbinia]

Stillwater, Oklahoma
"Miss Storm and her allies have fled from the south. However, there are still a few more pieces to be moved before we can move onto Phase 2. The Texas Branch has become a liability to the Infernal Hounds, the only thing holding them together is sheer force of will and pure dumb luck. Find Wolfram and hire him to kill the Dallas Triumvirate. It is crucial that you pay him the twenty billion up front, as the demise of those incompetents will allow me to takeover their operations with little, if any, resistance." Le Python said to Light Speed Cannon Ball, the armored speedster grabbing the suitcase and heading northwest.

[Nuevela]

"No need to look for me Boss."

Wolfram literally walked in.

"I heard everything. When do I start?"

[Talchyon]

Driving
Charlie Meschke (aka "Wildcard")

Lee fell asleep rather quickly. But during his sleep, he tossed and turned, and sometimes electricity sparked from his hands. It seemed like he was having bad dreams. He continued shuffling around faster and faster, until he suddenly shot up faster than Wildcard could blink. He was breathing fast, too fast to be possible. He gradually slowed down his breathing. He slowed down his body. "Bad dream."

As they drove through eastern Nebraska, outside of Omaha, Lee wasn't taking things well. Who could blame him? The way that Ragnarok was hunting down people like them, just because they were people like them. Charlie was surprised he himself also hadn't developed some kind of PTSD syndrome. Always watching out, always stepping on eggshells, doing what you can to avoid detection, it got to a guy sometimes.

Charlie kept driving down the highway, checking the mirrors and confident no one was out to get them. "Hey, man. I get it. It's like life itself is a bad dream sometimes." He felt what Lee was going through. It was a common bond the two of them shared, even though he hadn't known Lee for more than a day.

"If you want to talk about it, I'm here for you, guy."

---

Diego Hernandez

Looking over the upgraded equipment that Helena offered, Diego's face lit up in a wicked grin. "Let me try those on. They look amable. Sweet."

Taking the new digs, Diego went to a private room and tried them on. Man, he looked even more bad than he had before! This stuff was muy potente!

Now to figure out his next move...

[Flarbinia]

"Well, I was going to have Light Speed Cannon Ball pay you twenty billion upfront to simply kill them, but since he has run out with my money, I guess I will have to wire it once the deed is done, along with three million for every DNA sample you can retrieve while the blood is still fresh. They may be inept, but their powers are still a valuable asset." Le Python said to Wolfram as he handed him three syringes, each one being able to hold three CCs. "As for the location of the Dallas Triumvirate, they haven't been in Dallas since the Durant Incident. El Niño is in Austin. His power, as his name suggests, is Weather Control. Burrower is hiding in the desert outside Fort Stockton. He will be trickiest to find and his carapace will be difficult to get through. The strongest of the three is Douaumont. He is basically a French version of The Thing. He is hiding in a quarry near Houston. I need these men dead by the end of the month." Le Python Said to Wolfram as three pictures showed up on the big screen.

[Flarbinia]

Downtown Stillwater, Oklahoma
A call came on Diego's HUD, the image of Le Python appearing on the screen. "Yes, I am sending you a video call and yes, this is a secure line. A problem has arisen. A big one. My spies in the Superhero crowd dug too deep and are now hiding from their comrades in a Vegas motel room. Normally, I would leave them out to dry for their failure, but the two CEOs might reveal my connections to Hephaestus Arms while begging for their lives. Rescue them and you will be greatly rewarded." Le Python said to Diego before ending transmission.

[Flarbinia]

Lee fell asleep rather quickly. But during his sleep, he tossed and turned, and sometimes electricity sparked from his hands. It seemed like he was having bad dreams. He continued shuffling around faster and faster, until he suddenly shot up faster than Wildcard could blink. He was breathing fast, too fast to be possible. He gradually slowed down his breathing. He slowed down his body. "Bad dream."

"Hello, Lee. Don't worry. I have no reason to kill you or your friends. In fact, I come with a dire warning: the balance of power is changing and not in a good way. Supervillain bigwigs are being replaced by more dangerous ones, the remaining Superheroes are stretched thin, and R.A.G.N.A.R.O.K is getting bolder with its rogue operations, if what I heard about Prattville is true. You will have to be careful if you want to keep your head above water." Shadow Roamer said to Lee as he suddenly appeared, the clouds blocking the light of the sun.

[The Japanese Americans]

Driving
Charlie Meschke (aka "Wildcard")

As they drove through eastern Nebraska, outside of Omaha, Lee wasn't taking things well. Who could blame him? The way that Ragnarok was hunting down people like them, just because they were people like them. Charlie was surprised he himself also hadn't developed some kind of PTSD syndrome. Always watching out, always stepping on eggshells, doing what you can to avoid detection, it got to a guy sometimes.

Charlie kept driving down the highway, checking the mirrors and confident no one was out to get them. "Hey, man. I get it. It's like life itself is a bad dream sometimes." He felt what Lee was going through. It was a common bond the two of them shared, even though he hadn't known Lee for more than a day.

"If you want to talk about it, I'm here for you, guy."

Lee sighed and rubbed his temples. "Thanks. Phew. I... honestly don't want to describe what I saw. It's too personally horrible for me to try to put into words." Then a familiar voice sounded out.

"Hello, Lee. Don't worry. I have no reason to kill you or your friends. In fact, I come with a dire warning: the balance of power is changing and not in a good way. Supervillain bigwigs are being replaced by more dangerous ones, the remaining Superheroes are stretched thin, and R.A.G.N.A.R.O.K is getting bolder with its rogue operations, if what I heard about Prattville is true. You will have to be careful if you want to keep your head above water." Shadow Roamer said to Lee as he suddenly appeared, the clouds blocking the light of the sun.

"... That's troubling. We're going to need to get stronger." He eyed the gauntlets he had retrieved. "Y'know, these kinda look like the Golden Gauntlets that gave the Link from Ocarina of Time super strength. I wonder if these give the same effect." He picked them up and put the gauntlets on.

[Flarbinia]

Lee's group stopped in a chop shop, a beeping being heard from Charlie's vehicle before the platform descended two thousand leagues, the concrete closing behind them. The interior of the underground was a labyrinth of crumbling reinforced concrete, dim flickering lights, and flooded tunnels that lead to a room with a massive Nixon-era fossil with a cord that indicated that its internet connection hadn't been updated since the eighties and large cracked display pieces containing rusting power armor. "How did you get down here? The second Captain Flight made sure that only a select few knew where he had set up shop after his predecessor's business went under." A man in a Vulture themed outfit said to Lee's group as he approached them, his finger itching for the trigger of his plasma rifle.

[Talchyon]

Underground
Charlie Meschke (aka "Wildcard")

Lee's group stopped in a chop shop, a beeping being heard from Charlie's vehicle before the platform descended two thousand leagues, the concrete closing behind them. The interior of the underground was a labyrinth of crumbling reinforced concrete, dim flickering lights, and flooded tunnels that lead to a room with a massive Nixon-era fossil with a cord that indicated that its internet connection hadn't been updated since the eighties and large cracked display pieces containing rusting power armor. "How did you get down here? The second Captain Flight made sure that only a select few knew where he had set up shop after his predecessor's business went under." A man in a Vulture themed outfit said to Lee's group as he approached them, his finger itching for the trigger of his plasma rifle.

Ok, this was weird. Charlie was just pulling in to the shop to get an oil change. And then, all of a sudden, the shop did this to them.

Getting out of the car with his hands up and over his head, Charlie said, "Would you believe it if I said I don't know?" Then, seeing how tense the situation was, Charlie said, "Shadow Roamer sent us?" Because he kind of just had?

Oh, this has the makings of a large scale deathtrap written all over it...

[The Japanese Americans]

Lee's group stopped in a chop shop, a beeping being heard from Charlie's vehicle before the platform descended two thousand leagues, the concrete closing behind them. The interior of the underground was a labyrinth of crumbling reinforced concrete, dim flickering lights, and flooded tunnels that lead to a room with a massive Nixon-era fossil with a cord that indicated that its internet connection hadn't been updated since the eighties and large cracked display pieces containing rusting power armor. "How did you get down here? The second Captain Flight made sure that only a select few knew where he had set up shop after his predecessor's business went under." A man in a Vulture themed outfit said to Lee's group as he approached them, his finger itching for the trigger of his plasma rifle.

Lee could immediately tell that this was a dangerous situation. Once he got out of the car, he took on a posture that let him prepare to dodge to the side while not alerting others to his intentions. He also had his hands in the air. Then Charlie spoke up.

Underground
Charlie Meschke (aka "Wildcard")

Ok, this was weird. Charlie was just pulling in to the shop to get an oil change. And then, all of a sudden, the shop did this to them.

Getting out of the car with his hands up and over his head, Charlie said, "Would you believe it if I said I don't know?" Then, seeing how tense the situation was, Charlie said, "Shadow Roamer sent us?" Because he kind of just had?

Oh, this has the makings of a large scale deathtrap written all over it...

Lee's mind raced. Though it didn't look like it, he had sped up a bit. Half a second was now a second to him, so he could think this through thoroughly. Deciding that this was the course of action that would result in minimal chance of bloodshed, he spoke up. "How about we just say what we know? We pulled into the building for an oil change, the car beeped for some reason, and now we're down here. We have no idea exactly why, but I'm sure we have some guesses as to why we ended up down here."