His Stepping Stone, Their Entrance.

The streets of New York City were filled as a parade marched through it's streets, a float in the middle held a man in his late 30's. He was wearing a blue business suit, with his long black hair slicked back, and a blue necktie laying smoothly on his white dress shirt to "tie" the outfit together. The man's name was Harold and he had just given his inaugural speech of being inducted as the new governor of New York. Harold rose his hand and wave to the cheering fans holding signs that read "Baxtor 2024" a sea of people were clapping as the man looked their way, he was a very charismatic individual there was no doubt about that. Harold moved the microphone that was positioned on his float "Thank you kind people of New York City, I look forward to running this state, all of this is possible because of you." once he finished another roar of cheers burst from the crowd. Harold's float took him all the way to his New York City office, upon arriving the police force lead him inside and up to his office. At the door he turned to his escorts and spoke with a smooth calm voice "Thank you men, I will be fine from this point." as he finished he walked into his office and took a seat in the large black leather chair. Harold reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a mahogany box with a solid gold latch to keep it closed. Harold flicked the latch with his thumb and pulled out a long brown cigar, after biting the end off he placed it into his mouth and flicked his golden lighter that seemed rather old. Once his cigar was lit Harold placed his hand on the intercom button "Yes Jennifer can you send my guests in now" he waited a moment before getting a response from a sweet sounding lady "Right away sir."

Harold sat back in his chair as he waited for his guests, he swiveled around to look over the city as he stroked his goatee, he was now in power of the whole state, this one just a stepping stone for him however, he was aiming for the top. As Harold heard the doorknob click he spun around to visit his guests.

A man in a lab coat, a dress shirt, dress pants, and some mix between dress shoes and sneakers walked in. The man looked normal enough, exceptfor a metal mask covering his entire head, and metal gloves. Only his eyes shown through his mask, and a few holes were poked around the mouth area, for breathing. The man spoke in a CHicago accented, yet educated, voice.

"The authorities haven't yet attempted to arrest me yet, so, you must want me here for another reason, Mr.Mayor."

The words Mr.Mayor came out of his mouth like the devil speaking bible verses. The room was heating up, and the heat source was obvious, the man that had entered the room.

"I don't have all day, and at the rate I am losing my patience, neither do you. Tell me, why am I here."

Gunslinger was checking his Email today, and one asked him to meet with the Governor of NY. Not at all, the press would be all over him, and thus the military. This would not go well. Gunslinger went to work on his laptop. Decrypting and hacking his way into Harolds home computer. Crap it was off, fourtunately gunslinger could hack right into the surge protector, that was powered to keep the computer settings like the clock updated. He overrode the surge protector to turn on the comp. Once the computer booted up Gunslinger opened up windows media, and patched through a feed, one where the picture is a old english G and the voice was distorted and generically indistinguishable. "Hello, harold." Gunslinger said over the speakers, "What do you want?" Gunslinger also hacked the intercom to listen in.

Harold's eyes shot from the computer screen to the man. "I am the governor." he said as he stood to his feet and turned around facing his large window that showed the city of New York. Harold placed his arms behind his back and grasped the forearm of his left arm with his right hand. "I have obviously called you here for a reason, but patience is a virtue you should pursue, it will serve you well." Harold's eyes followed the cars on the streets below and the general busy nature of the people. "I have a proposition for you both." Harold turned and looked over his shoulder, a sly smile curving his lips. "Just let me know when you are prepared to listen.....with patience." he directed the last part at the Doctor, but paid no mind to the Gunslingers rudeness.

"Only out of curiosity will I agree. If I wanted to, I could burn this entire building down, killing everyone, including you, with it. Now tell me, what is your proposition?"

The doctor was now tapping his foot, his arms crossed. He mask and gloves were particularly blackened, they hadn't been replaced in almost a month. His fire powers put quite a wear and tear on his mask and gloves, the rest of his clothes were fire retardant.

"When this is done, I'll need to get a replacement mask and gloves. When this is done, I'll stop at my New York lab, I always keep some spares there."

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Gunslinger continued to hack the security, one to view the room in which Harold and the Doctor stood. Gunslinger spoke into the microphone, "I apologize for not appearing, but if I do show my face there, lets just say your consequences would be disturbing. I am listening, and making a copy so I may interpret anything I may miss." Gunslinger popped in a flashdrive into his laptop. And indeed started recording

Harold merely smiled at the Doctor, if he only knew. Harold spun on his heel and and smiled at the monitor "All is well, the fact you made an attempt means you are courteous, this will make a fine edition, someone with some respect." he said as he nodded and puffed a wall of smoke towards Doctor Everyone. "You may or may not know of the group known as Fatal Entities Against Righteous Existence." Harold stopped speaking and turned back to the window and held his cigar loosely in his right hand, a stream of smoke floating from it's tip. Harold slowly slipped the cigar back into his mouth and spoke around it. "I would like to offer you two an invitation." with this Harold approached the monitor, "However my affiliation with this group cannot be known......by anyone in the public, so to be safe, that recording will not be happening." Harold typed on his keyboard for a little bit, all the audio recordings going to the Gunslinger would be coming up corrupted, and for more safe keeping he added a special surprise for anyone trying to recover them, at this point the only thing that would have been sent to the Gunslinger uncorrupted would be "You may or may not."

"FEARE. Yes, I have heard of them. And personally, they are my kind of people. Although, I'd like them more if random destruction and killing were part of it. I guess I'll accept the offer, not like there is a reason for me to not join. And as for your membership in it, remember I am a doctor. You aren't exactly who you say you are, are you. Your a superhuman aren't you?"

Dr.Everyone's brain was acting fast, thinking of every possible outcome of his joining, every possibility of what he would be sent to do, the access to new technology, the missions, more recognition, an army of villains on his side. He also went through his memory. What villain or hero could this man be? He thought of records, stories, all that. Nobody stuck out. Perhaps the man would come out and say who he was? More likely he'd leave it to be a riddle, a game. Dr.Everyone liked puzzles when he had the time to solve them, but curiosity not only killed the cat, but killed a person's patience. All Dr.Everyone could do was hope he'd learn the identity.

All this time Dr.Everyone never thought of something simple, although unlikely. The man might not be superhuman.

Gunslinger's computer crashed when Harold counter-encrypted his recording. "Dammit." Gunslinger said as he pulled out the flash drive, and looked at it. The corruption made it impossible to recover that data. Moreover, almost immeadiatly, an alarm sounded, one that could only mean one thing: The military had spotted him. When Harold counter-encrypted his files, he opened up a spot where one could tell where Gunslinger's location was, and he was promptly found. He had to hide, and this factory was no longer safe. Gunslinger Did not have time to grab his arsenal. Only a wall cache which held a pistol and an adequate supply of special, copy, and negation bullets. Gunslinger grabbed his laptop, there was enough data to hold the schematics of his inventions. Gunslinger had to get out of there immediately.

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Harold paid little attention to the screen blacking out in front of him. Harold smiled "While that is flattering, no I am not, the man that sent this request is however." Harold puffed the cigar heavily and let the smoke slowly leave his mouth. "Come all the way in please." he said motioning Dr. Everyone into the room. "Close the door, we are alone on this floor other than my personal guard, but still it is better safe than sorry." he said smiling around his cigar. Harold sat back down in his large chair and removed the cigar from between his lips, and placed his hand on his forearm. Harold's smile faded as he waited for the Doctor.

Dr.Everyone walked into the room. He'd gotten a bit disappointed. But what the man said made no sense. The governor of New York, knows and condones FEARE. He was definitely a superhuman. But who? He'll think about it later.

"So Mr.Governor, I know what you have brought me here for, and I want in. Now what?"

He was a little bored, so he was playing with fire. Snapping his finger and summoning a small match flame.

"Mind sharing one of those cigars?"

Harold pulled the cigar box from his desk and flipped the latch again pulling out a expensive looking cigar and passed it to Dr. Everyone. "Well you accepting is just the first step. Next the man wants to know if you are up to the task." he said as he leaned back in his chair. "As you could probably guess, super powered heroes are the bosses biggest problem, so in order to test you, you will find and have it out with a hero of his choice." Harold said as he opened the bottom drawer to his desk and flipped through a few files. "Ah Doctor Everyone, right here." he said as he leafed through the pages of the file. "I am sure you have heard of Entropus the Virtual Man." he said as he dropped the file on the desk on front of them. "Unfortunately his identity is still hidden to us, so tracking him may be difficult." as he spoke he pointed to the place where Entropus' picture should be, it only held a blur of a man in a silver suit. "The boss will be watching, when you have either won or lost, return to me." he said with a smile.

Dr.Everyone lit the cigar with his finger.

"Entropus? That pussy? I can take 'em. As for tracking him, I'll find him. Now when I beat him, shall I bring him to you dead, or alive?"

Dr.Everyone didn't really believe the fight would be so easy, but confidence looked good, and confidence created confidence. And confidence scared the enemy.

The cigar. Enjoyable at first, but after a bit it just wasn't too good. He put it in his hand and lit his hand aflame, incinerating the cigar.

"I assume this ends our little meeting?"

"If you get that far...alive." Harold said as he placed the last bit of his cigar in an intricate ash tray. Harold sat back and pulled some more documents out from his desk, these were of political importance. Harold pulled a small pair of reading glasses from the inside of his suit and he began to sign his name on the documents. "Take the back entrance and close the door behind you." he said without looking up.

Marines bursted through the door, gunslinger took a door out the side, he saw a tank aimed right at him. The tank shot at him. Gunslinger already had his weapon readied, He took a shot and his bullet curved to intercept the mortar round The mortar exploded in the barrel, destroying the tank. Gunslinger took aim at the marines on the right. He did not need to aim, his bullets curved into the targets and dispatching them with ease. He worked his way to a helicopter. He did not have time to grab his weapons. Only what he could pick off the marines: An M4. He worked his way to a helicopter which was apparently deserted. Gunslinger hopped in and activated it. As the helicopter stirred up he continued to shoot people with the M4, Keeping them away from him. Soon he took flight and he could hear over the intercom, "Sir the target is stealing our bird. Awaiting orders?"

"Broken arrow 2 is launched, I repeat Broken arrow2 is launched, Over,"

Gunslinger pushed the helicopter as fast as he could. Things were about to get shaky.

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