by The Eurostar and Grimm
Edulcore Cicciotto:
Amateurs. A band of amateurs. This is what my Revolutionaries have become. A bunch of kids running in all directions, bumping into one another.
Luckily the storm got away before the vampires killed all of them... of us.
It was the returning sun to depower the vampires and allow for the easy defeat. I am sure Chance's powers had something to do with it.
During the storm, the pure blood showed us what they really were, not the second stringers we had defeated so easily on the beach.
Anyway, MBL Consulting has shown what it really is: kids playing metaheroes, without a plan, without a direction.
My Revolutionaries, after two months, were much, much better: soldiers, loyal soldiers.
The team now lacks discipline, lacks tactics, lacks everything that is not sheer power. And sheer power doesn't bring you far with smart enemies. This time we were lucky, because we were facing dumb undead, and yet we nearly got destroyed.
The MBL needs a leader, one with an iron fist.
Mmm...
"...and rebuilding is expected to continue in La Perdita for the next several months, despite the large financial aid expected to be given to them. Hurricane Jason did a lot of damage. Chuck?"
"Thanks, Bill. In other news, rumors continue to swirl around that the terrorist organization known as the Left Hand has made inroads into the governments of several smaller, Eastern European countries. One country that is currently rumored to have strong ties to the Left Hand organization is Mandelovia, the dictatorship run by General Colton D'goon. Mandelovia, of course, is still enforcing a trade embargo on U.S. imports and has recently come under fire in the U.N. for its purported treatment of metahumans."
Mandelovia:
There is a knock at the front door of the office of General Colton D'Goon.
"Enter."
"General? He's here, sir."
D'goon stood up from behind his desk and attempted to straighten his uniform. "Excellent. Well, what are you waiting for? Show him in, fool!"
"Yes sir!" The short young female D'goon had recently hired as his secretary quickly exited, and her voice was heard outside.
I must remember to better train her in her duties in the future, D'goon thought as a lascivious smile briefly broke out on his face. It was soon gone, though, to be replaced by a warmer smile as a large man, around six feet, six inches tall, entered the room. He wore a dark gray militaristic uniform, with dark, round glasses and had short dark hair that was slicked back on his head. D'goon noticed that he also wore a black glove on his left hand.
"Welcome, my friend. It is a pleasure to have you and your organization here in my country. I think we can be of mutual benefit to one another," D'goon said, beginning to extend his right hand.
"Yes, I think so as well," Baron Zero replied, putting forward his black-gloved left hand. D'goon quickly switched hands, and the two men shook.
Windy City Bank, Chicago, Illinois, around 10 a.m.:
As the customers and employees of this bank went about their daily routine, they were quickly interrupted by seven men who entered the bank.
"If I may have your attention, please. This is what you norms formerly referred to as a bank robbery," the leader said, the other men dispersing among the customers and tellers to collect their money and valuables.
"We, however, prefer to think of it as fundraising." The man in the tuxedo and mask continued, "You see, we're building an army, and we need capital to do so." The man in the top hat and long coat worked side by side with the large blue man with the horns, emptying money out of the tellers' machines.
"You see, after recent events here, we decided to make Chicago our first strike in the battle for metahuman rights." The man in green worked quickly next to the man in red as they began to hurry out the door.
"We're not going to be treated like second-class citizens any longer. We're taking a stand. Our time is now."
As the men dressed like Nowhereman, M'xy, Naecken, Eurostar, Danny Hearn, Tobias Christopher, and Marv Velo exited the room, the first man shouted: "Ladies and gentlemen, you've just been robbed by the Metahuman Brotherhood of Liberation!"
And the doors slammed shut.
The End