[b]Mr Gimmick[/b]

[u]Los Angeles- The Unnamed Bank.[/u]

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"Actually I'm Standard" Mr Gimmick corrected, not turning to the direction of the mumbler, "It's actually pretty funny that Standard villains outnumber their Ultra counterparts, yet Ultras are feared..."

It was then that he heard the order to stop and turned, looking at the young woman at the door. It was then that he noticed the... quite familiar hands moving towards him. Mr Gimmick dropped his gun, he didn't need it anymore, and with a quick boxing move attempted to dodge the hands moving towards his legs.

"She is an Ultra." Mr Gimmick noted, "And not just any Ultra. La Buitre, I presume."

Mr Gimmick took a deep bow. "Mr Gimmick, at your service. I understand if you don't recognise me. Your predecessor and I weren't exactly arch-enemies, and I usually wear a Green armor. I'm sorry about what happened to her. What Dr Transplant did was despicable... not to mention strangely out of character for him."

Mr Gimmick went silent, reminiscing. He and Dr Transplant, weren't friends or anything, but everyone knew the story of thanatophobic Jason Meyers, who wanted to release humanity from the chackles of death through cybernetics, funding his research by selling transplants to the highest bidder. Many thought that Dr. Transplant's murder-suicide was out of character for him, but that didn't stop the theories. Some said he finally snapped, others claimed that it was a "Final Fuck You" against the current La Buitre's successor. It was no secret that Dr Transplant despised La Buitre for supposedly "taking death too lightly". It was then that Jake snapped out of his thoughts.

"Sorry about that, Dozed off" He apologized, grabbing his suitcase "Too bad we meet in circumstances like these. I would have created a more appropriate theme as a welcoming gift, but I'm afraid the current one must do for now."

Mr Gimmick grabbed his Bruce Willis mask and threw it at La Buitre.

"Catch!" He shouted as he rushed to the door.