In a darkened room, the only source of light pours from that of a desk lamp. The figure is bathed in the contrast of both light and darkness as he hunches over the work before him, the pen in his hand scratches furiously as it both records and removes the written words with reckless frustration. The empty fist slams down against the desk, causing the loud noise to echo around the room, startling the five men standing before him. Scratching out the last section of script the writer pauses, lifting his head he smiles his old wicked smile to that of the men. His lower face illuminated while the upper is lost under long unkempt hair. His teeth now a mix of white and yellow still seems to shine as his lips draw apart and a cackle of laughter abruptly erupts from him...
"Ah, your here, finally..." He mutters as he pushes himself upright, failing in an attempt to brush his hair to the side as it falls back into place,
"I take it you know who I am? Yes? Good... Last any of you heard of me was my wonderful address to the world no doubt, No? Perhaps you know of me via my explosive death during my Incarceration? Hahahaha Naturally as you can see I am not dead, no no no no. As if the despicable "SWORD" could keep me locked away..." He spat out the word Sword in such a way that the men each took a step back as the frustration brought his eyes out from beneath, both staring directly into each of the men's own.
"I never fell to them, I was betrayed, by one of my own, someone I cared for. AND YET HE DECIDED THAT MY EFFORTS WERE TO BE STOPPED!!!"Sweeping his hands across his desk he screamed in a single long draw of breath until his throat cracked and stretched. A coughing fit rose and bent him over has he held his chest. As he straightened he adjusted his long since tattered suit, in its prime it was no doubt an expensive article of clothing but now it was torn in many places and patched up with poor tailor skills. Patting down the odd stray thread he slowly adjusted the tie at his neck before pacing out from the desk and before the men...
"It took everything I had in funds and connections to stay out of their claws, they took my toys and all my assets, but the jokes on them, oh yes, one of the conditions over the data files and access codes was a Years wait, just a year. And then I would give them full access. Oh but no, I never stayed that long did I. Barely had me for more then three months. You remember those wonderful Artifical Minions that the Dear, dear Dr Black had? No? Ah wonderful things, Androids that can appear human, they can take on a human like skin, look like a normal person, look like anyone, even look like Me... Those Foolish Sword didn't know when it happened, they still don't, yet. We switched, it entered as a Maintenance man, the original no doubt dead, and swapped places with me, I left as him, he stayed as me, he jumped into the pool one day and, oh wonderful proof on why you don't get your robots wet...
BOOM!!!!!
And for them, I was dead, most like assuming that the tracking bracelet was malfunctioning but now there are no codes for them no nothing, no access to ANY of my old data... Heck I hope they tried to hack through, another little gift for the fools. Most likely sent all their data back to the stone age as well. Hahahahahahhahahaha...."His fingers dug into the shoulder blades of one of the minions as he bobbed around them, a light sigh escaped from him as he mentioned Dr Black, the rest of his speech pattern was getting faster and faster, becoming slurred in many places and his laughter and chuckles interpreting his words to the point that it was clear that now days he was much more crazy then normal. Finally he returned before the men, holding his chest again as the laughter turned to that of another coughing fit. Spinning to face them he once again straightened his suit before marching forward, grabbing the center on in a head lock and began dragging him to the door, signalling the others to fall in and follow...
"Right then, time is precious, and thus so it is time to move on and see what has changed since we went into hiding, lets go be Bad guys..."The door slammed shut behind them, the vacuum lifting the papers up from the floor and throwing them around the small room. One returned back to the desk, on it was a web, a web filled with names of those that he had once trusted, a few already scratched out. At its center was a black mark, as if he had scribbled out the name many times over. Only a couple of letters had escaped the frustrated ink...
-- J--L --R-E--OTH
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