[center][b][i]--Twelve hours earlier--[/i][/b]
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As a harsh breeze licked at Diego Salazar de Paulo's neck, Diego noticed something. The parking lot he had been deliberately loitering in was strangely empty. Even though it was barely even nine o'clock, absolutely no one felt the need to be at the Globotronics 24-Hour Convenience Store that the lot fed into.

Diego knew he had to meet someone in this lot. He knew that this man would be wearing a red baseball cap and denim jacket, and he knew that this man would be willing to pay a good amount of money for "herbal supplements". However, this man was showing no signs of showing. It was just Diego, his car, and the parking lot. And the enormous figure looming directly behind Diego, who clearly hadn't been there before.

Diego leaped back, screaming incoherently. When the figure showed no signs of following up on the very clear threat he presented, Diego spared himself a chance to examine the figure in depth.

He [i]was[/i] wearing a red baseball cap and denim jacket. The cap was spattered with dark, wet, anonymous fluids, and the denim jacket had obvious rips along the back and left shoulder, but they were indeed what their client was supposed to be wearing. The pale skin, uncomfortably long arms, and black dress suit under the jacket, however, were not.

"[color=yellowgreen]Oh, uh--[/color]" Diego stammered. "[color=yellowgreen]You the, uh... the [i]guy[/i]?[/color]"

There was a pregnant pause.

The figure grinned horribly. "[b]You're a winner![/b]" it remarked. "[b]Congratulations![/b]"
Diego's expression of fear and uncertainty turned to suspicion. "[color=yellowgreen]What? The fuck're you talking about?[/color]"

The figure lunged forward, pinning Diego's arms behind his back before he could react. It forced something into Diego's hands, and threw him backwards.

"[b]Put the card in the belt, and shout [i]'TRANSFORM'[/i]![/b]" the figure hooted, spiraling away. "[b]Defeat your enemies, and get a wish![/b]"

Diego scrambled to his feet with fire in his eyes. How [i]dare[/i] this fucking pale hooligan make an idiot of [i]him[/i]! With a twirling flourish, Diego dropped whatever the figure had given him and drew something from his pocket. The glint of a wicked-looking switchblade shone in the dim light provided by a nearby streetlamp, quietly masking that Diego had also drawn three [i]other[/i] knives at the same time. Diego hurled a knife with deadly accuracy straight at the figure... and stared in slack-jawed disbelief as the figure caught it with one hand.

"[b]Sorry, I'm not your enemy![/b]" the figure spat. "[b]All will be revealed in time! I will be seeing you soon. Very soon![/b]" With a bright flash and a faint whiff of smoke, the figure disappeared. Diego was left alone with only himself, his thoughts, and the things the figure left behind.

Diego regarded the pair of objects the figure had given to him. One was a hideous plastic belt, with a conspicuous slot for something large and rectangular on one side. The other was a large and rectangular card, presumably to be put in the belt. The card itself was very obviously a Bingo card. Twenty-five boxes arrayed in rows and columns of five, five large bold letters above the top row, and eight boxes filled out with barely-readable text. Five of the boxes lined up in a single column.

The only course of action Diego could think of was to go back home, get a good night's sleep, and explain to his boss that a seven-foot-tall monster had brutally murdered the client, forced a novelty Bingo card and fanny pack into his hands, and promptly exploded. As Diego climbed into his car and drove off into the night, he only had one thought: [i]Still better than working for Globotronics.[/i]