Very well. It's a shame, though, people's supervillain careers are beginning to take off. Ninja'd by 8th action!
WALK TO INTERNET CAFE
FIRE UP TOR
POST "FOUND BRIEFCASE: 1X HUMAN HAND INSIDE, PLEASE CONTACT MIGHT BE IMPORTANT" ON GOTHAM CRAIGSLIST
WALK OUT, PURCHASE COFFEE
(2) You get no results, since whatever is going on here is probably too clandestine to be risked on Craigslist. (2) You get the coffee and leave, somewhat relieved that no one showed up, though you're a bit paranoid about it now. Perhaps it's time to put that $18-grand to use.
Oh man, I gotta pee so bad... go to the bathrooom to rid myself of this annoying urge, then try and wait as still as possible for the blood test results. If anyone shows up to take me away to the mental hospital, get out of there with maximum haste. As soon as I am done here, I am so going back to the lab to find out what was in those shots - maybe there is some compensation here I can obtain.
(4) You take frequent bathroom breaks as you wait, but as time goes by, you just get so anxious you start pacing around in circles. (5) The doctor looks very concerned as he arrives with the results. He's not sure how to tell you this... the blood they extracted from you contains indicators for dog blood. He begins questioning you about what you've been doing for the past week, but you just thank him for his time, grab a copy of the results, and run. You've got some questions of your own to ask...
Scrounge from the kitchens! Get fuel from cars! Time to get creative!
(4) With ruthless craftiness, you scrounge from every source available and assemble 3 molotov cocktails for every member of your gang.
Get to where the ritual is taking place, immediately.
Your fellow cultists are falling left and right to the black-clothed intruders. They move fast and kill silently. (4) Seeing as you have little chance against them with your frankly terrible fighting skills and basic weapons, you flee as fast as you can to the center of the warefouse. Hopefully what they said about protective spells is true, and you might have safety in numbers gathered together. Nigh miraculously, you reach the circle without encountering any hostiles.
What you see before you shatters your doubts about the cult's mystic claims. A vortex of fire swirls in the center, with multicolored lights shining and reflecting off of an invisible cylinder around the ritual. There's no way this is just pyrotechnics.
Get the items and move them back to my hideout. Go look for the rest of the dwarves.
(4) You tell your dwarves to carry stuff back while you retrieve the others. You find them worriedly hanging around the other entrances you've told them about, with more or less all the stuff you tasked them to get, and bring them back to the main chamber. At last, you think, we are ready to begin!
Ed, still groggy from his sleep, gets his little villainous outfit on, deciding to head out to a bank - not one that's close to his apartment, one that's a tad further away.
(2) Ugh... let's be honest here. As with work, you're going to need some coffee before you can do crime.
"very well, ma chère. We shall go...and get breakfast!"
Go and get some coffe and a croissant. Pay for the Belgian's meal and drink as well.
(6) Over the surprisingly good coffee, properly French-pressed, you talk. She tells you that, with these goals you share, and the vive with which you pursue them, she feels you two have much in common. So much...
Fine. Locate a library instead.
(6) 9AM. It's quiet at Gotham Public Library, a smattering of people sitting, reading. Suddenly, the double doors burst inwards. A man carrying some kind of barbell (or a metal staff, as he'd say) stands in the door, wearing slightly used training equipment and with a brown rope tied about his waist.