Joseph halted in his tracks, as he stood just outside the chain-link fence of an old, abandoned two-story building. A large, plain sign read: 'Carl's Kennel'. The man sighed, as it appeared to him that Darnell had sent him on a wild goose chase just to get away from him. He rested his hand on the lock and chain on the fence's entrance that kept most people from trespassing. His eyes drifted up, as he saw a number of cars parked in the lot just behind the building. "Well, I came all the way here," he whispered under his breath, as he gave a light tug on the chain. Almost as if it were made out paper, the chain was ripped in half, as it hung from Joseph's hand. He pushed the gate open, as it made a quiet creaking noise. "might as well check things out." Joseph dropped the chain to the floor, as he made his way on the property. He tried the simple wooden door out front, but of course, it was locked. He front kicked the door, as it, loudly, went flying backwards. It flew right through a bar, and into the back wall with a crash. It was dark, but from the moonlight, Joseph could tell that it was a small room, probably where 'Carl' made all of his transactions, and paperwork done for the dogs' owners. There were various pictures on the wall, but he couldn't make them out too well, as well a couple of chairs just adjacent to the now destroyed bar. Joseph turned his head slightly to his right, as he heard a group of hurried footsteps approaching him. He felt around the room a little bit, before coming to an opening, which led into a narrow hallway.

"Hey, fool! What do you think you're doing!?" A man, visible from a light source coming from just behind him, yelled out to Joseph, as he, and two shadows just behind him, pointed their pistols at the stranger. 

Joseph, unafraid, casually walked towards the group. "'Fool'," Joseph mimicked, as he grabbed hold of the speaker's pistol, crushing it within his hand simply by giving a little squeeze. "do you know who I am?" Joseph let the flattened pistol drop to the ground, as he pulled down the collar of his white T just slightly enough to reveal the branding of a cursive 'V' on his right peck.

The two guards behind the frontman nervously put their guns back into their jackets, now that Joseph was a bit closer, he could tell they were all nicely dressed in suits and ties. Even with the formal look, however, Joseph knew they were just your common street thugs.

The man in the front awkwardly laughed, as he patted Joseph on the shoulder in a friendly sort of manner. "Sorry 'bout that, friend. I didn't know we had anyone from Veritas coming down." 

Joseph didn't respond, but simply stared at the man with a cold look.

"Right, right; well, you're a little late, but you're just in time for the action," There was a small pause, as the thug remembered, "sir."  He tried another laugh to lighten the mood, but it just came off as pathetic. "Right this way, sir." He gestured Joseph to follow him, as he, and the other two thugs, led Joseph to the back room, where the light was coming from. 

The room was a much larger than the last, however, it mostly just held a number of large cages, and a few shelves here and there, holding dog food, tools, and other such things. 

"Over here, sir." The thug called him over to a case of stone stairs leading downward. The two guards sat down in a couple of plastic chairs, as someone always needed to be up above to stay on lookout. Joseph, and his guide, traveled down the flight of stairs, passing by the basement, to a floor even further below. "Right here." The thug told Joseph, as they arrived at the lowest level. The door was metal this time, with a square window revealing the inside. The thug opened the door for Joseph, as the man casually walked inside. The room was enormous, with at least 600 people inside. There were eight large metal bleachers along the walls, two on each side of the room, in the center of the room, was a chain-link cage that went vertical from a cement stage (that only came up about three feet off the ground), all the way to the high ceiling of the room. Joseph couldn't see anything passed that, as it was very crowded, and the only lights were focused on the center stage.  Several people on the bleachers, and also just standing around, looked at the newcomer for a few seconds before drifting their eyes elsewhere. 

A young man wearing a bright yellow suit, and a backwards yellow baseball cap stood in the center of the stage, with a microphone, next to a large, burly, shirtless, nine-feet tall giant. "Ruthless, dangerous, and, most-importantly, super-powered! The Goliath!" The colorful man expressed to the crowd, as he showed off the giant. "For a measly mill, you too, with the help of our very own Potestatum Serum, you too can have your own personal weapon against any pesky vigilante you may encounter!" He advertised, as he held up a silver suitcase in his other hand.

It wasn't any of Joseph's business. All he wanted was to find his little brother; he could care less about what kind of deals these gangs were making with each other. He slowly made his way around the room, as he scanned for anyone who looked like the man in charge. He noticed people like Broderick, the head of the Sabertooths; Alexander the Killer, with the rest of the Russians...
None of which interested him, however. He was looking for the head of the Unknown; Joseph didn't know exactly what he/she looked like, but he knew he'd know when he saw them. 

Many of the people in the crowd started yelling out how uneasy they were if the Potestatum was even worth the purchase. Or, if it even worked. Or, if was even effective. 

"Ha! I thought you might need some more convincing, that's why we've prepared for Goliath to have his dinner!" The announcer exclaimed, as the crowd went wild, excited to see some blood. A sham or not, it'd be a show. "Presenting..." A door from the other side of the cage opened up, as some unseen people threw in a costumed girl. The announcer grabbed her by the hair, as he held her up for the crowd to see. Of course, everyone went wild, various whistles, screams, and claps. "Laxver's very own little superhero! Known for wiping out the Kiras single-handedly! It's the lovely, the beautiful,"

Joseph's attention was now caught, as his eyes widened at the sight within the cage. It was far away, but he could tell the costumed woman was bruised and bloody already. Now he was angry; no one was going to put their hands on a lady.

"Ms. Knight! How will she fair against Goliath!?" The crowd was louder than ever before after hearing the hero's name, obviously, she was well known.

The announcer let the girl drop to her knees, as the monster, Goliath, stood over her, chuckling. The crowd was unaware, but the fight was as unfair as it could get. Beaten, bruised, aching, and without any weapons, Knight was worse than at her worse. 

She slowly looked up, as her eyes met those of her opponents. She gritted her teeth, as she prepared for the impact of the first punch.