A man in black plastic pants and a red t-shirt stepped out the back of a plain grey van. It was overcast, maybe one of those seemingly apocalyptic storms was brewing. Maybe. For his part Alan barely paid them any mind because around the same time that the weather had gone to hell he had an incident with his microwave. Now it would not have been the first time the career criminal had broken one of his own appliances when it didn't work properly, but it was the first time that when he raised his fist to smash it a bolt of lightning arced from his hand to fry the device. It was invigorating. Alan hadn't felt alive like during that moment in years and he knew from that moment he was going to have to get back into the game and use this power for something huge. Something worthy of his talents. Since then he'd spent the last two weeks and some change trying to get a handle on just what he could do with his powers and getting the gang back together. Which is why he was now a few blocks away from some forgotten warehouse. The last man he got in touch with, a getaway driver by the handle of "Garfield" had called him out here to discuss something in private. It seemed fishy, but probably nothing he couldn't handle. Alan walked up to the driver's window and knocked on it to get her attention. She was a short woman who went by Madison. She normally handled hacking and other computer based functions, but Alan was short on available manpower right now with everyone taking care of personal things before they were ready to come to him. Across from her was Tyler, an expert gunman and occasional sniper. He was mostly around in case things went wrong which was often enough to keep him on the payroll. Madison rolled down the window and Alan directed her to drive around the warehouse until she was needed. A few blocks of walking later Alan came upon the open door of the warehouse.Inside in the center was an expensive looking, orange sports car. all around the place though there were old moldy crates and rusting racks with various things decrepit things along them that Alan payed no mind to. Next to the car was Garfield in a fine black business suit. It was a trap. Alan's new powers were pretty cool like being able to detect the electrical signals running through the two guys Garfield had as backup behind some of the crates. Of course he had guessed from the moment this meeting was set up that it was going to go badly and under normal circumstances he would have scouted it out first and then probably come in guns blazing from as many angles as possible. This time however, Alan just wanted to test out his new powers. "You're a little dressed up for this don't you think?" Alan called stepping through the huge doorway. "I thought this was supposed to be a casual meeting between friends." Garfield spat on the ground. "It is. What do you think about my new car?" Garfield said motioning to the orange vehicle. Alan stepped forward into the room and pointed a hand out to the stack of wooden crates Garfield's backup was hiding behind. Without warning a bolt of electricity shot from his fingers and burned a hole through the wood. The anguished screams of two unfortunate signified an end to that particular threat. "Now Garfield, I'm sure later that I'm going to have plenty of time to look at your care after I'm done mounting your head to it, but why exactly are you trying to kill me?" Garfield had a look of shock on his face with eyes glued to Alan's hand. it took Alan walking up no more than a few meters away for the driver to suddenly collect himself and reach for something in the breast of his suit. Wrong answer Alan thought as a second bolt left him, this time at Garfield. It wasn't meant to kill. It was meant to stun. Alan intended to have some... fun with this traitor later. Preferably after he had tortured a motive out of him. ---- Some time later with Garfield tied up in the trunk of his own car and Alan lazily waiting on the hood the grey Van Drove in and with the vehicle still running Madison came out. Tyler stayed in the car with a vigilant eyes scanning everything. "So, I take it that the meeting went" Maddison paused to look around only counting the burning crates as damage "well. did you convince Garfield to be our getaway driver?" "Not at all" Alan replied. I'm going to need you to give me that backup one you were talking about. "He's not" Madison stopped herself. "Sir we don't know what he'll be like on a job. He's untested. Are you sure you want that?" "We're always going to need new blood Madison" Alan sighed. "Now give me his number or whatever." Maddison fished out a cheap looking phone that was probably just a burner and dialed a number before handing the device over to Alan. "What's his name?" Alan asked belatedly. "Luke Braxton" She answered. [@ParagonX] Eventually Alan got a response on the phone. "Hello Mr. Braxton. I've got an interesting business proposal for you. And potentially a new car with your name on it.