The Helena Ward; State prison for the extremely talented and Misguided. Dr Bright stared a long while on his papers. Only a day ago, the Helena Ward was hit by a jailbreak. He was looking at a list of fifty different escaped inmates. Some of them were hard hitters like Mobster Malone and Bazooka Betty. Dr Bright had a terrible headache that threatened to become a full fledged migraine any second now. There was no pattern to the people prioritized during the escape. Most of the escaped were low level threats. He stared at the picture of Mad Dog. A IRA extremist, a petty bank robber at best. What could he ever achieve? And the woman with the goblet, she had never even registered on the radar. He had put a APB out on them, but these types tended to lay low and the police were more then enough for someone of their caliber. Sitting down with a glass of scotch he glanced at the papers. ”Bunch of C-listers...” He sipped his scotch and shook his head. Four seconds later, he was dead on the floor, face purple and tongue swollen. A man stood over his corpse, having appeared out of thin air the second the good doctor drew his last breath. He was dressed impeccably. The bright, green skull lapel on his chest indicated he was ”The Broker”. The Super villain equivalent of a talent agent and coach. He looked down at the now dead genius of Dr Bright as he picked up the papers he had dropped. He flipped trough the papers and tilted his head as he registered the names. ”C-Listers huh.?” He smiled. ”Excellent...” There was a sound of fiddles and screaming, and then he was gone. Consequences; Dr Bright left two daughters behind, his death would be mourned by scientists and heroes across the world. His Funeral was interupted by his old nemesis ”Proffesor Gloom” his twin brother. All files on the afformentioned C-Listers seemed to have vanished from the records along with many other low level villains. ... Edgars Apartment; Mercury City suburbs, 44th Brilliant Street, Slums. 4 days later. Being a poor villain was not easy. Being a poor villain indebted to the Broker was none the easier. Here sit you, the fatefull escapes from the Helena Ward. You are a bunch of nobodies, some of you know this to be true. Others have fallen from grace before reaching this place, unknown to this world and reality. And this is why the Broker is smiling at you. Becouse his not a nobody, he is someone. Someone scary. ”Call me... An investor” He spreads his arms, palms up. ”You are right now a risky, lowyield stock.” Upon seeing the way he grin, and how his row of teeth is creepily perfect, you are pretty sure he brushes them with a brush made out of the bones from unborn children. He notices all of you staring and smiles even wider. And then he proceeds to lay down the law. ”I won't say I own you. I believe in freedom. Like the freedom to give me a cut of some choice jobs I set you up with down the line. The freedom to not... die” He claps his hands together and then looks directly at Edgar. ”I do apologize for using your apartment as the hideout. But you know. From one...” He pauses, as if the words are hard to form for a second. ”Traveller.. Yes, From one Traveller to another, you need a team. All of you do in fact!” He twirled on his heel to overlook each and everyone of you. ”Frankly you are terrible on your own. But together, you might be half past competent.”He noted with some satisfaction. ”Now. As my first act of charity!” He formed a map out of thin air of the city out of thin air. ”I will only take 20 percent of the little robbery you are going to pull off. Nothing big mind you. A small bank office in downtown Mercury City, the Lous International, have secretely recieved a very nasty virus in it's mainframe. I need someone to slip past the guards, into the back and activate the program. It should be masked as a new calculus program.” He rattled of the details in rapid succession, while always making sure he pointed to the relevant parts of the map. He was no beginner at this. ”The rest of you will wait for it to take down digitized alarm system. When it is down, you have 20 minutes to go, in take as much as you can and leave. I Suggest having one of your more clever people on distraction duty, and some heavy hitter for eventual muscle. And someone has to deal with the vault. Another need to keep the hostages pacified” He paused and took out a cigarette from the breast pocket on his ten grands suit. He lit it with a lighter that seemed made out of gold and some meterial not of this world. ”Questions? No? Good, time to work!” … Inside; Lous International Bank. 4 AM. The Office of Louis International is small compared to some of the major banks. Several cameras are set up, aimed at the Entrence, the entrance to behind the counters, the counters themselves and the door to the back where the vault is. Currently there isn't anyone there but the personnel. A sleepy middle aged clerk, a couple bored looking guards and a janitor. Outside; The Street is desolate, the morning bustle won't start for another few. The lot of you are out in alley opposite of the bank. At least one of you will have to distract the police when they arrive. Who and how you do that is up to you. The digital alarm will be on a 20 minute loop if you are lucky.