Jack leaned back on a pure white loveseat, feet up on a nearby ornate glass table while sipping crown royal from a tiny porcilean teacup, pinky up and all. "I swear I think the fire in that footage looks smaller every time they show it... Right Mr. Mayor?" Jack spoke over his shoulder not straying his eyes from the 50" flatscreen.

[B]"Obsidian was sued and disbanded after their top-secret weapons wreaked havoc on our city. Their name on file was 'Operatives', but these super-human creations were the furthest from the heroes depicted in popular media. With the country's security on high alert, the government has done its best to bring these terrorists to justice..."[/b]

Sounds of muffled yelling and scratching ductape started to rip. "QUIET DOWN Mr. Mayor.... jeeze trying to watch tv here, now what channel is PBS on here? I'm still trying to figure out if Big birds a guy or a chick." Jack kept clicking the the channels until the Robed man appeared on screen. "What the shit? This ain't porn..."

[B] "You see, your life is in my hands. A man just died to be an example for all of you. Now, here's what's going to happen. You're going to be in New York tomorrow, Manhattan square. I'll have people who will contact you when the time is right. You could consider this a... Forced business proposal, almost. You could be great, my dear. Enough of this hiding in fear, you're better then the cage society confines you in."[/b]

A loud crash erupted in the kitchen as the Mayor somewhat escaped his duct tape prison and now was bolting his fat pasty white half naked ass towards the main door. Jack was quick to come up behind him and grab him by an ankle. Quickly he put the fat man into a chokehold and escorted him to the master bedroom, closing the oversized pocket doors behind him. "Damn! Can't a guy watch tv in peace? Now look, I'm not gonna kill ya... yet." The fat man started to struggle again but was quickly muffled by Jacks gloved hand. Pulling out a cell with another he sent a quick text and stuffed it back into his jean pocket. "Now in a couple minutes a very nice young lady is going to come in here, she was told you were into some kinky shit so the duct tape won't suprise her." Slowly Jack took his hand off the mans half taped mouth. Directing the mans attention to various photos scattered through the bedroom of famous Mr. Mayor enjoying the "Nightlife" with the taxpayers dollars. 

The fat mans eyes lit up wide as he muttered under the tape trying to explain they are fakes. "Forgeries you say? Hmmm but I do recall a handfull of eye witnesses pinning you there... I wonder how that happened?" Jack couldn't help but give a smirk at his own handiwork. The Mayor was now staring in disbelief with Jacks full attention. "Its simple... we will be in touch, if I need a favor than you will WITHOUT HESITATION generiously and good graciously help me with anything I ask with a smile." Jack took out a handfull of other raunchy photos and stuffed them in the mans shirt pocket. "Oh, and if you don't..." Placing a gentle hand on the mans face Jack quickly mimiced the pudgy cheeks, gray hair and sleepless brown eyes that stared back at him in shock and fear. "...There's plenty more where that came from." 

The man sat there in disbelief as Jack walked out of the bedroom. The doorbell rang and non chalantly he grabbed two bottles of red wine off the counter and opened the door. "I warmed him up for you." Jack said with a smile as he handed a bottle to the well dressed and highly paid prostitute. The elegant woman just gave a coy smile and took the bottle before heading into the bedroom. Jack took one more look at the TV which was paused on the mysterious hooded figure before checking himself out in the mirror, a fat, pasty, pudgy old man in an expensive suit. "I wonder if we will still get paid..." He muttered before locking the door behind him.