[color=gray][b]Creep Bros[/b]
[b]Location:[/b] Super secret evil villain liar[/color]

Black Mask grunted as he was shoved back. He took another step forward, fists balled and ready to swing, before he thought better of it. He knew what Raker would say: this isn't the time or place for a fight. Especial with said Raker slumped on the ground. Mask glared at the man from behind his facade and stalked over to his comrade. Black Mask crouched down beside him and rolled him back a bit. The hooded man stirred ever so slightly, groggily regaining consciousness. 

Black Mask took this as a sign that it was okay to move him. He scooped the lanky villain up and turned to give the other man one last look before he headed off down the alley. Once he reached the end, the two vanish in a cloud of black smoke. 

Mask reappeared the next street over. He would have to go back and get the equipment on his own. Right now, he needed to worry about getting Mindraker home before someone else decided to confront them. As with before, he took the back roads and alleys, keeping to the shadows as he approached the hideout. 

The villain slunk onto a very old residential street, one nestled in the ghetto of the city. It was filled with mostly crack houses and meth dens. One of the many boarded up townhouses sat empty and dilapidated. The former home loomed over the street, looking every bit like an old ghost haunt. Black Mask went around to the overgrown garden in the back and slipped inside. There was a door that sat half on its hinges that led into the basement of the home. Said basement was clearly the only part that was being lived in. The wooden stairs creaked in complaint as Mask slowly descended them. The dreary dwelling was just barely lit by a street light shining though a small window from outside.

There was an old mattress, the springs that stuck out having been taped back in place. It was covered with an old blanket, and a comforter on top of that. Furniture was made out of plastic milk crates and boxes. A lantern sat on the makeshift night stand. Black Mask laid Mindraker down on the mattress and tossed the blanket over him, then plopped down on the foot end. It was cold, no heater and poor insulation. On worse nights, Black Mask had seen his own breath down there. He honestly didn't know how Raker lived here. Maybe because he didn't have any other choice. 

Raker seemed content to rest for now, and Mask wished desperately do to so as well. Unfortunately, it was supposed to rain in the morning. If he wanted that equipment to be any good, he had to go back for it immediately. He let out a sigh and stood, heading silently back towards the stairs.