Ramsey 

In a small room, a man stood a telephone in his hands. The other end picked up shortly after ringing.” Wrong Number pal.” The caller frantically spoke.”Wait it’s me Barron.” 

The man on the other end took a second.”Barron? Huh. How long it’s been? Six, seven years? “ 

“Not important right not! I need a job done..”

“A job? You need a job? Since when have you need help from, what was it? Plebeians Like Me!?”

“Look, 10,000 dollars. Got your attention yet?”

“Maybe? Maybe? That’s a lot of dough, I thought you had plenty of muscle. What happened to your Empire? As I think you called it.”

“Got some fucking Meta came through. He’s something big, like Superman big. Got enough strength to take out Metallurgy. You on the other hand.. Have an edge on him, I’m sure your power can take this fucker out.” 

“That right? Well I’ll have to swing by, and crank up the volume on this bounty. I’ll be in town in a week. It’s the fastest I can get there. No faster than that.” 

Just then Barron walked down the corridor, his footsteps were heavy, and he looked impatient. 

“Need to go now, bastards coming..” The phone call abruptly ended. Leaving the other end with the dial tone…. 

“You got that safehouse ready, or perhaps you need another beating?” Ramsey said as he entered the room..

Barron motioned with his hands as he backed away a bit. “Yeah.. Got it all set up, just for you. Look you don’t need me anymore.. Right, got a guy preparing your plates now, just need to pick them up in a few days.. And the safehouse is good to go, I’ll just get you the information you need and i’ll..”

Ramsey moved closer..”Now Barron, my man! Come come. I got plans you know.” As his hand patted Barron’s back, something happened that even Barron couldn’t guess. “Unfortunately they don’t involve you.”

 Barron before he had any time to react. Ramsey had sunk his hand into Barron’s spine, and shoving him to the ground he placed his foot on him as he ripped it out. Barron screamed a shrill and ear piercing scream. As he died blood spraying everywhere. “Ah.. He got blood all over my clothes. Well looks like there’s going to be something laying around. Might as well change.. After some hours of digging through the corpses, and finding something close enough to what he was wearing.”Color’s off, I guess a light tan shirt isn’t too bad. I’ll buy a new shirt later.”

He looked at the information given, or rather taken from Barron. As he made his way to the car, the rising sun coming above the horizon. “They’re gonna have a mess to clean up soon. Probably save those cops the troubles of cracking down on this place though. Argh, shoulders a little stiff. Guess my arm is coming in nicely. A few more days, maybe.” The door to his car opened, as he turned the key, starting the ignition. It stalled twice. Before it ran. “Humming like a kitten.” 

The car drove through the back streets, a security camera caught him once or twice, nothing to be worried about. Not like the guys watching even knew who he was. So long as he didn’t make trouble. He hummed along, as a radio station broadcasted various news into the car, things about police activity, and some attack kept under wraps by the police. And worse Icon’s disappearance from the public view. Not that it mattered, who cares about some gun toting madman at a party, probably all it was. Shadows were looming over Ramsey whether or not he knew it, assassins would be finding him. He who had secrets his former bosses didn’t want exposed. And whatever that giant flame creature was, he’d have to lay low a few days, let his arm grow back. 

He drove up to the address of a face maker, the building was in a run down part of town. But surprisingly it was a new building. Probably a few years old. And kept in good condition. The door was a solid red, as he knocked. “What you want?” The voice called out. “Need a Face.” Ramsey replied back.. “Well you ugly enough come on in.” 

The man who could be in his forties. Opened the door, and looked at him.”So? What kind of face you need?” Ramsey replied.”I’m told I’d have plates waiting for me, Barron called.”

“Barron? Yeah, got it right here.” He left for a second, before returning. “ Need anything else?”

“Good for now.” As he looked at the plate. He walked back to his car, before he reached it the old man said something. “Got some nasty rumors about some powerful Meta. Heard Icon ran into it. Just fair warning.” He said as the door closed, and bolted. “ Maybe there’s something happening in twon after all?” He said while he drove on through town, and changed plates in a secluded spot. Hopefully the directions to his safehouse were good. As he drove off.