It's hard to find good help

Havok stood motionless in the middle of a dark, abandoned warehouse near the ocean. The pungent stench of salty raw fish filled the air, but Havok, as an Artificial Intelligence inhabiting a robotic shell, was unable to "appreciate" any of it. The only lumination in the entire building came from the gaps between the planks of wood and cardboard that covered the old broken windows. Much of the walls were cracked and broken, with very little of the original paint that once covered them remaining. The old wooden supports were rotted and brittle, barely able to keep the roof from falling in, it was an architectural miracle that the place was still intact.

For weeks now, Havok had been awaiting patiently for the arrival of one of the several villains and renegades he had sent a message to, promising obscene amounts of money in exchange for putting their unique skills to work for him. He knew he had to make up for his lack of fighting ability and stealth somehow, and hiring experienced superpowered beings to do the work for him was the best and easiest solution. He had picked his choices carefully, basing them on their potential usefulness and likelyhood of whether or not they would even consider his proposition. Even though it had been quite long since he sent his messages, he was quite adamant that someone would soon arrive, given the nature of the people he was expecting, it was almost a certainty that they would eventually come.

Jonathan walked into the abandoned warehouse unable to see anything besides what seemed to be an eerie glow emanating from the centre of dark stench ridden hole smelling of dead fish that was now the breeding grounds for rats, cats god knows what else. Jonathan finding that the only possible solution for the lights were that the meeting was to take place there.

Damn this pay better be worth it... Jonathan as The Harlequin walked towards the light wearing his usual outfit with the added feature of a stun-gun. Last pay day was a bit stingy, I need the money and I cant afford to get cut short again. He could never trust anyone when it came to hired help, and he wasn't going to start now, though he wasn't planning on killing anyone unless he absolutely needed to, that's where the stun-gun came in handy. He'd had enough blood on his hands from over the years and he really wasn't looking forward to adding any more to his already tainted hands.

As he walked closer to the light Jonathan made out a construct towering over him, it looked like a metal man... Gee, I wonder what that's for. It looks like one of those modernist art crap statues you see on the street, though this would be a stupid place to store such a thing. Don't tell me this is what we're supposed to be stealing. Jonathan thought to himself as he checked nearby crates for bugs and rot. I wonder where everyone else is, Am I the first one here or did I miss something? He looked around for the one that seemed most fitting, he finally chose one and sat down waiting for his contact to well... contact him. Sigh.

Havok remained still, waiting for Harlequin to find a seat. From the way he had looked at him, he knew that he probably thought that he was some sort of bodyguard, weapon or even a decoration rather than the very being who had brought him here. When he finally found a crate he was willing to sit on, Havok decided to finally address him. Suddenly breaking his head away from it's fixed position, Havok faced Harlequin. Slowly approaching him, with each of his steps making a loud, echoing clank everytime his metal feet made contact with the floor, Havok spoke "I am the A.I known as Havok. Since you are here I can safely assume that you are here because you have accepted my offer, yes?" The manner of which Havok spoke wasn't what he would have prefered it to be, he would have rather just went with a much less social approach, but he knew that vast majority of humans would prefer talking to something that seems at least somewhat human, rather than a compeletly cold and heartless machine.

Jonathan flinched as he heard the sound of moving mechanical parts coming from the direction of the 'what seemed to be' sculpture and continued to stand up and put up his guard, his hand resting firmly on his right holster. The towering machine started to walk his way, he felt the ground move with every step of its monstrous legs causing boxes to fall over, let alone the noise it made making unrest in what not long ago seemed a darkened out abandoned warehouse. Jonathan started to worry as he removed The Sadist from his right holster and pointed it in the direction of the moving mechanism. Is this a set up? or is someone just trying to take me out? Jonathan considered all the possibilities in his head, yet none of them made sense, it was the only reason he hadn't fired his weapon yet.

The monster was getting closer and closer until it suddenly stopped, turned its head and looked at him. It started to speak. I am the A.I known as Havok. Since you are here I can safely assume that you are here because you have accepted my offer, yes? Jon slowly and steadily started to put his weapon back into his holster. Wow. Now I've seen everything. He started to talk, but he wasn't exactly sure who or what he was talking to, was the person who hired him using this A.I. as a way of communication, it seemed far more likely than the fact the A.I. was the one who hired him, that conclusion just seemed ridiculous. Uh, Hi He didn't mind the fact the client was either not here to greet him or the fact he might not have been a human at all. A job was a job and as long as it paid, well... money was money. Jonathan laughed. If your Havok, then yeh, I accepted your offer, otherwise I wouldnt be here.

Screw it, topic closed