Infamous

Thanks

Oh, hey.

Thanks for tagging along with me.

Probably wondering what you're getting yourself into, but if you bothered to read this story's summary, then you'll know that this isn't another hero story. You know the type, reporter by day and super-powered, invulnerable asshole after clocking out.

Villains only, homie.

But I'm not exactly the baddest of the bad, I'm about as middle-class as it can get from the pool of baddies that the Prometheus Cooperative chases around. Not so bad that I'm at the top of the most wanted list, but prominent enough for them to keep an eye out for.

I use my head more, at least I try to.

I know my way around the latest gadget that rolls out.

Cloud based systems, local area networks, old school routers – take your pick and you bet your ass I'll worm my way through. Got to make a living somehow.

Hold on, forgot to introduce myself – Slate's what I go by.

Real name? Hah. I wouldn't be doing this if I had a real name that I could use still.

Slate's about as real as it gets for me.

I won't bore you with an origin story unless you get curious about it. Maybe we can talk more about it later.

Let's move on to the good part. 

Hope you don't mind that there's a bit of plot in here. Looking at those of you who came in for the filth. 

We'll get to that.