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After they had picked up Herman, Fred Myers had led the group straight to their local watering hole; The Bar with No Name. The place was a safe haven for members of the criminal underworld, with the bartender Deke often stating that the Bar With No Name is a sanctuary for those fleeing from the law. Tonight seemed to be a clear example of that, with the placed packed to the brim with unsavoury looking crooks and criminals. Despite how busy the place seemed, Frederick was loving it. 

The ragtag bunch of supervillains were all currently sitting in their usual booth, drinking the night away. Every so often James Sanders, AKA Speed Demon, would dart away in a flash, in a half assed attempt to find his way into a girls pants. He always returned a quickly as he had left, his face bright red from where he had been slapped, as well as stating that the girl had been “Hot, So hot.” Morris Bench, AKA Hydro-Man,  just sat mostly in silence, giving the occasional laugh when one of them cracked a joke, spending the rest of his time turning his fingers into water before dipping them into his beer. Herman Schultz, AKA Shocker, on the other hand was acting extremely loud and obnoxious. In other words, he was immensely drunk. 

That had been when the conversation had turned towards Fred’s plans. Plans which involved robbing the Owl, one of Manhattan’s most fearsome crime bosses. As such, the rest of the group didn’t really seem too interested. Fred could only sit there and grimace. If this was going to work, he needed them. All of them. Sighing, the Australian took grabbed his glass and gulped down the rest of his pint. He may as well have some fun tonight?

It wasn’t long until the night grew slightly more interesting. It would seem that James’ attempts at banging every woman who entered the place had attracted the attention of his latest victim’s boyfriend; the humongous hippo-sized Hippo. Try saying that five times after downing several pints! Now due to James’ annoying personality, it wasn’t difficult to see when Hippo wanted to punch the guy in the face. 

Hippo lashed out angrily, only for Speed Demon to step away cockily at superhuman speed, causing the giant to come crashing forward into a table. 

“Nice job, Rhino!” The speedster jested, before taking another sip from his beer bottle.

“[b]I am not a rhino![/b]” Mr Not-A-Rhino roared loudly, as he lunged forward once more in another unsuccessful attempt at catching Speed Demon.

Fred simply sat and smirked from the booth as he watched the events take place.  James really could be a tremendous dick sometimes. His smile faded however as his eyes caught sight of Hippo’s drinking mates from across the room, who were beginning to rise from their seats, their eyes fixated on the fight. Fred gulped. This was certainly going to get messy. 

Deciding that the best course of action would be to get the hell out of there, Fred rose to his feet. On his way to the door, he stopped next to Speed Demon, who had just avoided another attack from Hippo whom was currently catching his breath. 

“[color=a187be]James, do me a favour, and hit him in the balls for me.[/color]” Fred said coolly, patting his friend supportively on the shoulder. 

“Oh, will do Freddy-Boy!” The speedster replied with a sly smile, as he rubbed his hands together menacingly. 

With that, Fred turned and headed towards the door, giving a short wave goodbye to the now panicking Deke behind the bar as he did so. Before he could leave however, a voice from across the room caught his attention.

“Where the hell are you going Myers?” 

Fred turned to find that the voice belonged to none other than Desmond Charne, otherwise known as Mirage, otherwise known as the villain with the worst costume ever. Seriously, the guy wears a bright yellow spandex. Even his supervillain debut was lame; robbing weddings? Really? In this case he seemed to be a member of the Hippo’s crew. How that relationship came about, Fred had no idea. Reluctantly, Fred decided to pity the man with an answer.

“[color=a187be]Thought I’d just go out for a smoke mate[/color]” He jeered. “[color=a187be]Be back in to kick your ass shortly.[/color]”

The comment seemed somewhat funny to the pathetic villain, as Desmond seemed to laugh. “Real funny, you fucking coward!”

The C-Word caused Fred to stop in his tracks completely, with him having turned to leave once more. Coward, him? Sure that was kind of true, but he certainly could let everyone here think that. He had his reputation to think about! Jesus Christ, was he actually doing this?

Turning back around, Fred faced Desmond and the rest of the bar’s inhabitants, who had directed their attention from Hippo and Speed Demon to him. Smiling, he gave a shrug.

“[color=a187be]Well, if you really insist I stay.[/color]”

At that, Fred reached to his pocket, from which he revealed a gleaming boomerang of razor-sharp white metal, launching it forward through the air in front of him.