A few days ago, you were approached in a bar by an old friend. He said he had an easy job. All you'd have to do was come to the train station and help load some duffel bags. The pay was big enough that you knew whatever you were moving was illegal.

When you arrived at the alley down the street, there were already a half dozen men gathered. Your friend handed you a duffle bag and a strange raygun. "In case there's any trouble," he had said.

The arrival of Mister Madd, the wild-eyed mad scientist was a bit of a surprise, especially considering that he was perched on top of a weird robot octopus machine. "Just follow my lead," your friend had said. "Do you want to get paid or not?"

The octobot had made short work of the thick concrete wall between the train station and the bank, easily boring into the back of the vault. The money was loaded into duffel bags and tossed into the octobot's cargo hold. Your friend smiled and patted you on the back for a job well done. And then the first of the heroes arrived.

Now everything has gone to shit. Your friend is dead. The superhero Comet burnt his head clean off with a precision fireball blast. Mister Madd is long gone with the duffel bags you loaded into his octobot. And Comet is standing directly in front of you, a fireball forming between her fingertips. "Any last words, villain," she asks, preparing to end you.

It all started when the train was delayed. Not by much, but by just enough that it's arrival coincided with an intense battle between a group of superheroes and some sort of mad scientist super-villain in a crazy octopus robot tank machine. There was an explosion and part of the roof came hurtling down towards you, but then there was another explosion and the debris shattered into a million tiny pieces of gravel that rained down on the crowd below. A woman in a tight red bodysuit landed in front of you, her eyes searching the crowd. "Is everyone okay?" she asked.

The crowd just murmured and tried to take cover. Her eyes met yours and she seemed to hesitate. Then a strange pink blast slammed into her from behind sending her sprawling into your arms. She shook her head and looked up at you, her eyes dilating strangely. She seemed intently focused on you, like an infatuated lover. "Wh-what's happening?"

Her eyes blinked rapidly and when they opened again they were heavily lidded. "Master? Is everything okay?"

Mister Madd said this job would be easy. He said his new octobot would bust through the bank vault from the train station next door no problem. He said that they'd all be long gone before any heroes showed up. But just in case something went wrong, he said he needed you. He gave you some 'experimental' tech to help.

You weren't supposed to have to go toe to toe with any major heroes. Just hold them off for a few minutes. Cause a distraction to buy them some time. Then Comet showed up. The fight had been brief, but it was pretty obvious she was in another league. None of the gear had even seemed to slow her down. She shrugged off high yield grenades like they were water balloons. Vision blurred from your brief trip through a cement block wall, you can see her hand ignite into flame. Mister Madd's raygun fumbles from your holster and clatters across the floor at her feet. She looks at it dismissively. "You thought you could shoot me with this cheap toy?"

A sadistic grin spreads across her face as she casually picks it up and aims it at you. "Though I suppose the paperwork would be easier if you happened to have shot your dick off with your own little blaster, huh?"

Mister Madd said this job would be easy. He said his new octobot would bust through the bank vault from the train station next door no problem. He said that they'd all be long gone before any heroes showed up. But just in case something went wrong, he said he needed you. He gave you some 'experimental' tech to help.

You weren't supposed to have to go toe to toe with any major heroes. But when Comet showed up, it was hard to resist the challenge. She had put up a good fight, but now she was battered and beaten at your feet. She's been publicly humiliated for the first time in her career, and looks up at you with disbelief. "You won't get away with this," she says through gritted teeth. "I have powerful friends. They'll come for me. They'll find me."

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