The Guardians of Justice: Vol 1

Chapter 1: The New Recruits

The Next day Steve Davenport aka Spectre, Sarah Cunningham aka Thunder-Girl and Oliver Clayton aka Fireblast went to Paris to recruit former super solider mercenary Richie Boucher also known as Frenchie.

Richie Boucher, aka Frenchie, looked up from his drink, eyes narrowing at the trio. "Who are you people?" he growled, his French accent thick.

Spectre smiled, his eyes glinting. "I'm Spectre. This is Fireblast and Thunder-Girl. We're...recruiters."

Frenchie snorted. "Recruiters? You mean like headhunters?"

Thunder-Girl stepped forward, her voice confident. "We're building a team, Frenchie. A team of gifted individuals who can make a difference."

Fireblast nodded, his flames burning bright. "We've heard about your skills, Frenchie. You're a super-soldier, enhanced to the max."

Frenchie raised an eyebrow. "What business you got with me?"

Spectre leaned in, his voice low. "We want you to join us, Frenchie. Be part of something bigger than yourself."

Frenchie snorted again. "You think I'm some kinda hero? Non, merci. I'm just trying to survive."

Thunder-Girl's eyes locked on Frenchie's. "We can offer you more than just survival, Frenchie. We can offer you purpose."

Frenchie raised his glass, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Purpose, huh? Well, I've been searching for that for a long time. But I'm not sure I'm ready to join some superhero team."

Spectre nodded understandingly. "We're not just any team, Frenchie. We're a team of misfits, of outcasts. We're the ones who don't fit in with the traditional heroes."

Fireblast grinned. "Yeah, and we're a lot more fun."

Thunder-Girl smiled, her eyes shining with enthusiasm. "We're a team that's willing to take risks, to push boundaries. And we think you'd be a perfect fit."

Frenchie took a sip of his drink, his expression thoughtful. "I'm listening."

Spectre leaned in, his voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. "We're not just fighting villains, Frenchie. We're fighting a system that's corrupt, that's broken. And we need your help to do it."

Frenchie's eyes narrowed, his grip on his glass tightening. "What makes you think I care about any of that?"

Thunder-Girl's voice was soft, persuasive. "Because we've seen your file, Frenchie. We know what you've been through. And we think you're ready for a change."

Frenchie's gaze lingered on each of them, his expression unreadable. Then, with a sudden nod, he said, "Okay, I'm in. But don't expect me to wear some fancy costume or save the world with a smile."

Spectre grinned, relieved. "We wouldn't have it any other way, Frenchie."

Fireblast chuckled, clapping Frenchie on the back. "Welcome to the team, brother. We're gonna change the world, one explosion at a time."

Thunder-Girl smiled, her eyes shining with excitement. "Together, we can do anything."

As they celebrated, a shadowy figure watched from across the room, eyes fixed on Frenchie with interest.

Later the team entered the Ghostworld, a realm of eerie mist and shadowy figures, Spectre led the way. "Ghost is a powerful ally, but he's also fiercely independent. We'll need to convince him to join our cause."

Thunder-Girl nodded, her eyes scanning the misty landscape. "I've heard he's a guardian of this realm. We'll need to show him we're worthy of his trust."