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Morgan pulled up on his motorbike, the sound of its sine powered engine ending with a dull whine. His building looked like it always did, just on the right side of disreputable enough to keep curious onlookers at bay, but he worked hard to ensure that it was always in good condition. He wasn’t an asshole, even if he was a landlord.
He unlocked the door and went to his apartment. His gurney coat was hung in its peg next to his goggles, and he made himself a cup of coffee. The plants that had been dying for years greeted him.
“Hey little guys,” he murmured to them, “let’s give you some water.” He used a cup and his tap to delicately pour just the right amount.
Morgan tapped the wall panel, and a screen crackled to life. It was showing the latest news. The S tier villain was pulling off some insane hostage situation, beautifully executed. The cameras showed a clip of the heroes trying to figure out how to stop him. Frisbee boy was pouting at something as he stood heroically, likely giving some kind of speech.
He smiled a little to himself, the S tier hostage situation would be perfect cover for his own schemes.
Checking his watch, Morgan realized that it was time to go.
He put his goggles and jacket back on, put on his gloves, and got ready for this. He hopped back on his motorbike, and drove up into the air.
Most motorbikes weren’t designed for flight, but Morgan had outfitted this one himself. This one and several others for his henchmen.
The revving of their engines joined his as they flew across the skies to the shipyard on the edge of town. What police this town had would be on the other side of town helping the heroes, he couldn’t have asked for better luck.
“Ok Gary,” He said, “Get the spark bombs ready. Fly by in three, two….” He pointed and his henchpeople flew around the sides, circling the airship as it was taking off.
Softly, Morgan landed on the ship. “This is your villain calling.” He said loudly to no one in particular. These ships weren’t piloted by humans anyway. The shift had taken a lot of the finesse out of robbery.
Grant, one of his henchpeople followed him, carrying a flashlight into the hold. In a few minutes, he had the lock to the hold picked. And Within a half hour, each bike had two boxes of sine cores attached to them, and they took off. It was almost too easy.
Before they knew it, the group was speeding away to the warehouse where they stashed everything. By midnight, Morgan was back in his apartment eating hot cores, full of tasty red sauce.
On the news, the heroes were facing down with the S Tier villain. It was an epic fight, he had to admit. But then, in a heartbreaking moment, the heroes wrestled the villain to the ground.
The hero Void ripped a piece out of the fabric of reality, and they shoved S Tier through.
Oh fuck, Morgan thought. This couldn’t be happening. S Tier kept the heroes in check, busy, he was intense and wonderful, and ok, maybe Morgan had a tiny crush on him. But that was only because he was a really really good villain, ok?
In a decision he thought he might come to regret, he focused on his powers and snapped his fingers.
Without even a fizzle of light, S Tier was standing in his living room, eyes glowing like a cat’s.
“What the actual fuck?” S Tier said.