Bolt was drinking in a bar somewhere in the city that had not been touched by the aliens and he wondered how he up his game as a mercenary. His downing his fifth mug of vodka when an idea came into his mind and he liked what it was.

"Ah ha! a team of mercenaries is what I need, metahumans who are willing to go on dangerous and destructive missions for money and glory" he said to himself as he finished his last bit of liquor and then set out to gather other bad guys for his team.