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[color=CC5500]"Hold on, buddy, I'm sure we can talk this out!"[/color] Blake protested loudly as the mafioso aimed his rifle at Blake's chest. [color=CC5500]"We don't need to resort to violence or anything! Maybe we can just have a nice chat over fish sticks!"[/color]

"Nice try, hero. But Mr. Gugliano is offering bonuses for kidnapped heroes. So you're going to be taking a trip with me."

Blake mentally delayed his escape attempt a little to ponder this statement. Kidnapped heroes? Bonuses? This seemed unusual. From what he knew about the mafia, they didn't really like to tangle with heroes at all and tended to avoid them, for good reason. Paying people to kidnap heroes seemed like a weird thing to do for an organization that wanted to avoid prying eyes. Before Blake could further mull over this mysterious statement, Jamie entered in classic Jamie fashion and blasted the two guards to kingdom come, sending them both skidding about the room and into a fish freezer. Blake was used to having Tom pin goons to the ceiling or something when he inevitably got into trouble, but this was a welcome change of pace. He turned to smile at Jamie. [color=CC5500]"Nice job, Jamester."[/color] He looked over to one of the goons, who was head-first in a pile of frozen fish, his legs twitching as he laid there. Blake chuckled. [color=CC5500]"Well, that's what they get for pointing a gun at me. Let's take a look around."[/color]

Blake walked across the freezer space over to a large metal door. On the door was a crappy bronze plate that read "Control Room." Blake did not work in the fish industry, but he did know that fish generally did not need to be controlled in a control room. This meant that this control room had to be for the satellite and leftover control. Blake stepped back, preparing himself. If Angie was here, she would probably tell him the pragmatic thing to do would be to find a vantage point or burn a peephole in the door or something, but unfortunately she was [i]not[/i] there, so Blake instead went with his gut instinct- to enter with style.

Blake rushed the door, giving it a mighty kick on the side. Four, going five years of HERO experience had taught him the art of kicking down doors. After the first kick gave a loud rattling sound that echoed through the area and caused a great deal of scuttling inside the control room, the second door caused the metal door to slam open, revealing a large room full of computers and a bunch of scared goons. Blake lifted both arms, giving a wicked grin. [color=CC5500]"If you like control so much, how about you try and control [i]this?[/i]"[/color] Blake quipped as he faced his palms towards the grunts who were rapidly scrambling for their guns. He then unleashed two torrents of fire that swept through the room as fast as greased lightning, causing a brilliant orange glow to emanate from the room. After a few moments, Blake stopped the fire, lowering his smoking palms as he looked about the room. The computers were (mostly) undamaged, and the goons were all laying on the ground, most of their clothes burnt to cinders and their bodies smoking from the attack. Blake grinned. Damn was he good.

He flicked on the light switch [color=CC5500]("how do they work with so little light?")[/color] and examined the now-cleared room. The walls were lined with not computers, but control panels, all wired up to a computer tower in the middle of the room that Blake assumed connected to the satellite. Blake walked over to the computer, cracking his knuckles, as he tapped one of the keyboards. Upon seeing the [ENTER PASSWORD] screen, he gave up, turning to Rumi. [color=CC5500]"Rumester, this is your specialty,"[/color] Blake said, pointing to the computer. [color=CC5500]"Me and Jamie will go investigate over there."[/color] Blake was pointing to a large series of cages on the other side of the room, and he left Rumi to the computer geek stuff as he walked over.

There Blake found several large cages against the wall. There were 3 MWEs inside the cages along with one large hawk-looking Leftover, and they were all wearing the mystery collar that kept them passive though still angry-looking. Blake knelt down by one of the cages. [color=CC5500]"This is pretty neat. Brie would probably want to keep one of them. I wonder where she is right now?"[/color] Blake shrugged. [color=CC5500]"Looks like the Guglianos were trying to do some fancy Leftover control over here. Interesting."[/color]
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𝚝𝚠𝚘_𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙_𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑_𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍.𝚋𝚞𝚒

==*=*- 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝 31.10

𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝙸𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝.𝚋𝚞𝚒

𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚐𝚕_𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙_𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜

𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛_𝚙𝚛𝚐𝚖_𝚗𝚎𝚠_𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚎_𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝

𝚄𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎: 𝚊𝚐31.10
𝙿𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍: ***************

𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙳

𝚅𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝟹.𝟸𝟼𝟻𝟺.𝟸
𝙸𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐...

FOLDER=HERO PLAN

> Opening missionletter.doc

Greetings men,
This is the boss, Vinnie Gugliano. I'd like to congratulate you on this operation. Never before have we seen Leftovers become so manipulable by human affairs. Unfortunately, after some due consideration, I think it's about time we pull the plug on this operation. We need to redouble our efforts into the organization's new main focus, hero abductions. I'll be funding this operation for a few more months just to wrap up our research. Make sure not to let any the Igunosaur leave the premises- it's resisting our control very effectively and might go on an unwanted rampage if allowed to leave the vicinity.

Best wishes,
Vinnie. 

> 𝚂𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 "𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚊𝚋𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗"
> 𝙳𝚎-𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚉𝙴𝚁𝙾.𝚍𝚘𝚌
> 𝙾𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚉𝙴𝚁𝙾.𝚍𝚘𝚌

𝙷𝙰𝙷𝙰. 𝚄 𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝚄 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙳𝙾𝙲, 𝚂𝙸𝚁 𝙴 𝙱𝚁𝚄𝙼? 𝙽𝙸𝙲𝙴 𝚃𝚁𝚈, 𝙱𝚄𝚃 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚆𝙴 𝚁 𝙼𝚄𝙲𝙷 𝚂𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝙽 𝚄 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝙱! 𝙷𝙰𝙷𝙰𝙷𝙰𝙷𝙰𝙷𝙰𝙷𝙰𝙷𝙰𝙷𝙰!

> 𝚅𝚒𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍.
> 𝚂𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚖 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗.
> 𝙻𝚘𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝.
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Grace walked into the manor, looking as inconspicuous as possible as she made her way through the building. It was a very nice manor, one that was clearly well taken-care-of and polished. As her two compatriots went in separate directions, Grace decided to do the same in search of the meeting they were supposed to attend. She looped through a couple corridors, looking around in search of the entrance to the conference room. The entire building seemed to be a labyrinth, with Grace passing by the same area multiple times, and she only succeeded in finding a few office spaces as she continued to look around. After a moment longer, though, she was able to locate a side entrance into the meeting hall. After pressing her ear against the door and determining that this was, in fact, the meeting, she heard a very loud thumping noise, like somebody falling to the ground.

[color=f7941d]"Figlio di puttana...figlio..."[/color]

[color=00aeef]"Shh! Stop being so loud...I didn't hit you [i]that[/i] hard."[/color]

Grace recognized both the profanity and the second voice, and she promptly scuttled over to the source to find Brie having pinned a man to the ground, Tom appearing to have just run over seconds before her, and it seemed as though Brie was currently trying to shut the moaning man up. Grace sighed. This was not going quite as well as she had hoped. Grace stood over him, arms crossed, face etched with disapproval, as Brie released a powerful shock of electricity into his body, knocking him out cold. Grace shook her head, though she was pleased, at least, that Brie was able to take him out before he became a problem to their operation. 

[color=00aeef]"Jesus, can't anyone take a hit to the balls anymore?"[/color] Brie said wittily, but Grace was not quite in the mood for too much humor. [color=DarkOrchid]"You have to have a little more caution, Brie,"[/color] Grace said in a Powers-like way, looking at the younger girl, before cracking a thin smile. [color=DarkOrchid]"Good job taking him out, though. That would have been a mess had he been able to escape and inform the others."[/color] Soon after the mafioso was knocked out, Tom piped up with a suggestion, [color=SteelBlue]"We probably should get to the meeting right now. Grace, can you make this guy join the Chick-Fil-A gang?"[/color]

Grace nodded, keeping a very thin but serious smile on her face. [color=DarkOrchid]"Can do,"[/color] she said, opening a portal on the ground and roughly nudging the man into the portal. The man was promptly sucked in and roughly deposited on top of the other three. [color=DarkOrchid]"Let's try and keep the number of unconscious witnesses down for the time being, though. There's only so many people I can transport via portal into a Chick-Fil-A bathroom. Now let's go. While you guys were busy trying to get us discovered, [i]I[/i] found the meeting."[/color] Giving a wink to let them know she was joking (or at least, not being overly serious), she guided them over to the large set of doors she found. She quietly opened it, a single violet eye peeking in and scanning the room. She turned back to her group, concern etched onto her face.

[color=DarkOrchid]"It looks like they have a hostage of some type in there, I think a hero,"[/color] Grace noted before taking another peek into the cracked-open door. [color=DarkOrchid]"Blonde guy, super tall, pretty face. You know him?"[/color] Grace asked, pulling her head back and looking at the two heroes. 

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