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  1. dsmiles

    Big Darn Heroes

    "So, you wanna be a superhero? Well, let me tell you something, kid, superheroes are a dying breed here. The Mastermind sees to that. Someone has to stop him, and even our best and brightest have died trying. What, you think you can succeed where the rest have failed? You've got guts, kid, I'll give you that. I'd hate to see 'em splattered all over the street." That was a week ago, and he's dead now. He was the last. There is no one else, it is all up to you now. You're all this city has left, and you're nothing more than a half-trained bunch of rookies. You don't even know how to work, let alone work together. But the city needs you. Will you be the answer to its prayers? ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You wake up in the sleeping quarters, struggling to remember what happened. Heroes, Inc., the van, the leather-masked goons, the cold-using Super, it's all kind of a blur. At least you're still alive. Where did they come from? Who are they? They're definitely not local, that's a certainty. The locals would have known. The robot, TYPE ZERO, seemed to recognize them. MADmen, it called them. It said they attacked Wilkinson and itself on their way into town. What do they want? Who's really controlling them? Gangs in Silver City don't attack with that much control or precision. They're wild, almost animalistic, and usually only attack each other. Even that's rare these days. The territories have been clearly defined for years. There's something bigger going on; you can all feel it. But what? ...bzzzzzt... The monitor snaps on, it's Ms. Roosevelt. " 'Morning, troops. We've recovered the van, but it's been stripped of anything useful...all the way down to the hood ornament. Whoever's behind this wanted it to look like a regular carjacking. I'll be tied up for a few hours, but I'll be out there as soon as I get some free time. Until then, do a little brainstorming. There's something going on, here, and someone wants you out of the picture." ...bzzzzzt...
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