Meeting of Villains

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You would think living in an old warehouse would be disgusting and uncomfortable but that's only if you don't do some fixing up. It actually took me a few years to build this place up where it is now. A nice bedroom with it's own style, a whole bathroom with a tub and shower, and even a whole kitchen. I didn't train to be a decorator, electrician, or plumber so it took a lot of trial and error. Had to kill a few people to let off some steam but it did the trick for me.

You could find me currently laying on my couch with my hat over my face silently listening to my TV play the news which was what I did. It was entertaining to hear how no one had any evidence to who did it. Which was honestly surprising seeing as how I didn't try to hide what so ever. Plus a guy wearing a smiley mask while carrying a gas isn't very inconspicuous. I must have also burned their video footage of me and I would love to see them try to piece it together. Must be burnt to a crisp after the fire.

*Ring* *Ring* *Ring*

I took my hat off my face, setting it on my coffee table before picking up my phone. I flipped it open, because it's safer to use a flip phone than a smart phone in my eyes, to see the caller was Giran. He must be calling for a meet up time with this league of villains. Hopefully I can use them to my advantage but first it's smart to see who I would be dealing with.

"Hello", I answered.

"Hey No name, I set up a meeting with my employers. Head to the address I'm about to text you"

After he hung up I checked my phone to see the address. I sat up heading toward my room to grab my sports jacket. I was grateful that I kept extra suits just in case one got too damaged or even bloody like the last one, I liked that one. Had to burn it so if it was ever found couldn't be traced to me or give away my identity. Once I was in my room I threw on a sports jacket then put my black tie. On my way out of my hideout I picked up a small briefcase holding my mask and my black fedora. I won't be able to wear my mask freely so I'll put it on when I get close. As I went to close the door I almost forgot one more important thing, my pack of cigarettes and lighter. Can't go anywhere without that.

I walked a good distance away before trying to get a cab. Don't need someone seeing a strange man in a suit calling a cab it would raise too many questions. There'll be a time though that I no longer have to worry about that and the mask in my case will permanently be my face. Might want to make one last visit before that time comes. Depends on how this meeting goes.

The cab driver let me off a few blocks from where I wanted to go per my request. I paid him the money after he dropped me off leaving a nice tip. I walked into a nearby alley putting my mask on. After I put my mask on I doused the briefcase in lighter fluid that was in the briefcase lighting it on fire. Can't leave evidence at this point, I'm getting too close to make mistakes now.

After I finished up with that I lit one of my cigarettes making my way to the meet up point. I turned a corner to see it was an alley. I swear villains are the most cliché people ever. I walked deeper into the alley trying to see if anyone else was down here but I didn't see a single person. Was I supposed to come at a certain time? Giran didn't mention a time. Why is there black stuff under my feet? oh no.

I felt my weight quickly shift as I felt like I was falling. I soon fell through the portal landing in the booth of a bar. I straightened my hat and tie after it got loose and my hat was almost falling off. At least I didn't drop my cigarette that would have just been wasteful. After fixing myself I looked toward the bar to see a man with blue hair and someone who looked like they were made of space.

 After fixing myself I looked toward the bar to see a man with blue hair and someone who looked like they were made of space

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