When God pulls his gun out, he's not running out.
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Location: The Den
Time: 11:00 AM
Center headlines read, "The New Final Five?", and depicted a series of five unremarkable black silhouettes with question marks printed on their faces. The newspaper article detailed limited information on the revival of a recently-revealed superhuman organization in the city of Shanhu, though in reality the knowledge that they existed was uncovered a year prior; the city was simply still interested in their dealings long after the original disappeared.
"Should we call John, figure out who leaked this?" said an older man sitting comfortably in a large black leather chair. The butler, Mason Wick, flicked the newspaper skillfully to the next page as he spoke out to the room. He smiled as he continued reading.
The Den, as it was called, was the Final Five's home away from home. A penthouse at the top of an unassuming (compared to its nearby fellow skyscrapers), made up of a series of bedrooms, lounges, and other, much more secretive locale spread about the top-floor space. This particular lounge had a grandiose view of a wall of grey and glass, its height far too much to even look below and see any semblance of a street. There were a number of members who'd complained plenty about the lack of view and locale, but even they were ultimately aware that they simply couldn't choose a notable place to be stationed. Besides, Mason had already built up a rep with the building's maintenance workers and acquired a key to the service elevators, which the main five were required to use, so as to avoid congested public areas that could potentially lead civilians to their doorstep.
During this particular day, it seemed there was little in the way of urgency, lending to a lazy, dull atmosphere about the penthouse as members tried their best to stifle boredom. Though there were countless things to do elsewhere in the city, it was a Saturday, and that meant all hands on deck for anything that could prop up. As it turned out, the days in which John Cornell, Anfisa Yemelin, or Yigga were most prone to throwing important information in the Final Five's faces was Saturday. As the happenstance occurrences continued on, it moreso became custom for the supporters to do their best to find things for the faces to do on the particular day.
But, as was clear thus far, they hadn't come up with anything, though Mason did mention with little interest that an arcane fire was spreading through an apartment complex in the city, and had yet ti be put out. Nothing the Shanhu police couldn't solve eventually. Amoix Resieulle, the maid, came into the lounge with a whirring vacuum cleaner, pausing just behind Mason after turning the machine off.
"Perhaps we could spend the time clearing out Lee's room?" she suggested with a deadpan expression, "I wouldn't be surprised if that craphole spawned an eldricht abomination. I'd rather not deal with it on my own." She turned to any Final Five faces present in the room and rose her eyebrows. "A vacuum cleaner wouldn't do much against that kind of thing."