"Fifteen civilians were sadly killed today in a attack by Dr. Pain." The new anchor stated, looking at some papers. "Dr. Pain was stopped by USAngel, but she wasn't able to stop the bomb he had hidden in the building. This is Pain's third attack this month, making citizens wonder why he hasn't been put out of everyone's misery."
Justin shook his head as he listened to the news, taking another swig of his drink.
"Remember the good old days when we were a hero?" Hastur's voice rang in Justin's head. "Out on the street, beating up the low lives that happened to piss us off. The way their blood tasted. Don't you miss it?"
"Not really." Justin said softly as he put some money on the table before getting up. "We aren't really cut out for being heroes for free. We are more..."
"Heroes for hire?" Hastur asked, causing Justin to nod. "Maybe we should start a group with that na....what was that?"
Justin stopped and looked around, seeing a small orange colored orb. The thing looked towards him, before rushing towards him. Justin, in surprise, took a step back, falling down.
Justin landed on the ground of some, area? He looked around, confused as to why he was no longer at some backwater bar.
"Where are we?" Justin asked, then looked down at the floor, and arrow pointing the way. "Fellow the blue brick road, I guess." He muttered, walking.
He eventually found his way to a large room, with a table show a hologram of a planet. Nearby was a computer, its screen taking up 90% of the wall.
At the table, he found a chair and a hologram, with his and Hastur's profile on it. He raised an eyebrow as he started to read his profile, confused. "How the hell do they know all this information?" He muttered, getting ready to look at some of the other profiles, but heard a sliding door open. He turned, ready for a fight.
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