[color=39b54a][b]Körbl Meier[/b][/color]

"That'll be two grand in cash, with the fact that this gold bar is unmarked, dangerous business you know-"

Körbl tuned it out as he looked at the multitude of newspaper cutting, some of it old and worn, while a fresh one just arrived today. Detailing about the hero convention event in Philadelphia, multiple heroes of middle-rank and an appearance of a top tier hero. 

"And as per your request, satellite phone, keyed to a specific number."

[color=39b54a][i]Hmm, fairy hero turned serial killer?[/i][/color] Körbl scratched the bottom of his chin as that detail caught his attention, wondering how that happened. 

"Hunting knives-"

He walked onwards, ignoring the muffled music in the background as the carpeted room did a poor job absorbing it alongside the random, chaotic mix of footsteps dancing to it. At least the strong scent of alcohol, tobacco, mixed smoke of electronic vapes, and the scent of people was kept away properly.

"Passport, as mister Engelbert..."

Tracing a finger on a counter situated in the middle, its surface and interior reinforced enough to handle bullets from assault rifles. No doubt, the glass that separated the room in half, was similarly reinforced.

"Clothes, a bank account, card, no strings attached and clear of anything. As usual."

Though it wasn't as strong as the ones in Thornwood Asylum. It would easily be shattered had he decided to break in with his fist alone, never mind the knife that he had.

Then again, he was already behind it anyways.

"Of course, the moment you've been waiting for-"

Körbl finally turned to his dealer as he produced two large golf bag from the sides, heaving and grunting as he struggled to place it on top of the oak table, filled with countless swords. 

Pulling one out, he inspected it carefully. All of them high quality but ordinary made steel. It wasn't anything special compared to his first one but they were purposefully ordered to be like that.

"I'm surprised. I thought you'll go for those fancy metal, or something like those new fancy fangled orihalcum metal that they recently discovered. Those thing are darn near indestructible." The dealer wiped the sweat of his brow as he sat down and took a swig of an opened bottle of his gin. "Cost a fortune though, even I wasn't able to get it. Not even a piece, those things are going up to a million per gram-"

Körbl had come to a realization, of why he lost to his arch-rival. 

He had relied too much upon that sword, it was a chain, weighing him down. 

So now, he had to retrain himself. This was part of it.

[color=39b54a]"Good."[/color] Körbl replied as he put it back in. [color=39b54a]"I shall rely upon you to supply me more."[/color] 

"[i]Don't[/i]." Franky, weapon, information broker, and club owner waved his hand. The large swarthy man and his dark afro hair moved alongside his shaking head. Dark sunglasses, gaudy clothes, fancy suit, alongside with way too many accessories than needed which Körbl find distasteful to downright head-scratching. 

Compared to his grey suit and pants, and white-collar shirt, brown boot. Körbl looks completely underdressed to the monstrosity of fashion that was Franky.

Still, Franky was his most trusted person on this side of the continent. 

Franky could have sold him out immediately the moment he stepped in but didn't. No, it was good of Franky to be courteous at least up front to inform him that he'll sell him out after he's done with his purchase and out of his establishment.

"So, where you plan to go now? They'll have your mug plastered on every corner of the streets, man!" Franky then leaned forward and his hands closed together. "How about you do a job for me? Just one! And I'll get a ticket out of this country for you in ten minutes!"

[color=39b54a]"No."[/color] Körbl shook his head, grabbed the luggage and two golf bag, let it slide around his waist and tested the weight as he made micro-adjustments to it. The bag behind him contained all his new personal effects. It'll garner attention but Körbl welcomed it, if anything, he looked forward to it.

"You're going for payback huh? That ain't wise, brother." Franky sighed as he leaned back into his chair. "He's in New York, and it'll take an hour or two, maybe less for them to know if you take the direct route."

[color=39b54a]"I'm not going to meet him directly."[/color] 

"Oh?"

[color=39b54a]"I'm still weak, I'll challenge him again after I'm done with my training."[/color] Körbl mentioned offhandedly, that'll get some heat off Franky when they inevitably come to investigate. Knowing his luck, they'll send the lower-tier ones instead. After all, it's not like the top tier heroes sit on their backs every day doing nothing.

Franky muttered from the sides, not aware that Körbl heard him mumbling sarcastically that Körbl was weak. 

Well, now that he was ready, it was time to move out. [color=39b54a]"You prepared that, Franky?"[/color] 

"Oh, that old antique of yours? Yea? Made a couple of them, a nice showpiece or for those muscle-bound idiots that think it's a good idea."

Körbl brushed it aside as Franky took the lead and diverted him to an elevator, a quick press of a button and they're soon in the underground basement. Numerous large trucks sat but one piece of item in the sides was a unique existence.

It was a large motorcycle, modified in one aspect. It ran on a hybrid engine of fuel, electricity, and can be charged via kinetic movement. One that required tremendous effort and was relegated to novelty and competitions for people to showcase their fitness. 

To Körbl, it was the best way to move around while training.

Grinning, he rode it as Franky tossed him a key. A swift pressed of a button from the latter and the basement opened a hidden passage. One meant for Franky more...illicit trade.

"Don't get caught so soon, you hear me brother? I can get more deals with you around." Franky said as Körbl legs start to pedal the motorbike, slow at first but it ramped up to the point that it became a blur as he swiftly turned around and rode out of here. Giving a final passing wave to Franky.

It took minutes of travel but he soon saw lights from passing cars, cleverly hidden as part of a subterranean highway tunnel.

Joining the traffic, Körbl matched cars in terms of speed and overshot some of them as he weaved between before settling to one side of the road. His destination was already set.

Eyes looking at the roads to California, Körbl continued his journey. Billboards and advertisements to the sides, as lamp post illuminated the roads clearly in its orange light.

Then at the corner of his eyes, a large advertising monitor had changed to an emergency channel for the public and heroes alike.

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[b][h1][center]Somewhere else....[/center] [/h1][/b]

A news report was running all over the different news channels. Informing the masses that a group of escaped super villains have escaped and were last spotted near an amusement park. All of the escape's photos were then shown to millions of Americans, one of the photos was of Abby about to be tackled by a guard. Now everyone knows who they are and what they look like, it was only a matter of time before heroes would come knocking to send them back to Thornnwood. 
[/quote]

[color=39b54a]Hmph.[/color] Körbl huffed as he continued on, it really did seem that the response was slower than he expected.

It was slightly insulting and annoying, did they not warrant a state of national emergency instead? 

Well, he suppose he'll has a long way to go until then.