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Location: Alcatraz, just outside of San Fransokyo
The night reached its peak, and the mid-tech prison island was lit by intense white floodlights against the pitch black veil. Cops and officers in full-on armour and uniforms marched around the premises 24/7, with guns and rifles in hand. This island not only contained various criminals, but also supervillains as well.
Coming into view and bathed in glaring searchlights was a steel-black chinook, slowly and gracefully descending down onto the helipad beneath. As soon as the wheels touched the ground, an officer rushed up to the helicopter, slightly struggling through the wind-like force produced by the rapid rotors before they soon slowed down.
"Excuse me, sir, we didn't exactly recall a scheduled landing or anything," the officer said.
"Of course you didn't," the pilot spoke back before lifting a pistol and put a shot point-blank in the officer's face, dead.
The hatch popped open, revealing several armed mercenaries in all black, complete with rifles on stand-by. Immediately standing up, they all marched out one by one until none more could exit. The mercenaries gathered and scattered all about,
"Spread out," one of the main mercenaries ordered. "We wanna make this breakout quick and sufficient".
A young blonde woman sat alone in her cell, chin resting on fist, pondering and thinking silently. Remembering so freshly those kids who foiled anything she had planned and going. Taking a deep quiet breath, she clinched her fists, staring with vendetta, vendetta against certain teenage superheroes.
Her ears caught the sound of a distant but noticeable boom, rumbling and sending a brief cloud of dust to fall down. She quickly got up and looked around, attempting to pinpointing where such strange sounds were coming from. With every rushing second, the sounds grew closer and closer. She turned her eyes to the door, expecting something to break through, literally.
"Diane Amara?" the soldier asked.
"Yes?" she confirmed.
"We're here to escort you out of Alcatraz," the soldier spoke.
"And why's that?"
"Consider it a bailout," he answered.
And so she got up to her feet and followed suit. Distant alarms and gunfire continued to ring deep behind her ears as she was escorted closely and safely on her way through out of this supposed high-tech locked down prison for super-powered masterminds like her. Before long, Di was lead up several flights of metallic stairs. Reaching the end and top, she gained her first spotting of a chinook helicopter right up ahead, its blades still steadily spinning. Glancing down and around the landing bay platform, she could see quite a number of security officers already laying dead, dark pools of blood slowly spreading outward.
Di could hear one of the strange soldiers yelling. "Get every prisoner out!"
Without even needing any clearer order, Di made her own way up to the wide open hatch and was immediately guided to an open seat on the side. In which, she was strapped in and on tight enough for good safety measures. Once the whole inside was nearly filled with many people, the hatch door wobbled and lifted upward until it sealed up and closed tightly. With that, the chopper's blades revved up and spun even faster again before gradually taking off to the dark skies and into parts unknown.
Around the interior, Di spotted other familiar villains: Hardlight, Mechadama, Mel Meyer, Supersonic Sue, Baron von Steamer, Chris Feldman, El Fuego, the Fujitas, and even the Bonsai Bombers. Most of them were sitting in between other figures in black suits and armour. Each of them had a particular yet unfamiliar symbol on them. Approaching the blonde woman was a rather slender and slightly pale masculine figure in a tight black suit and tie, short greying hair, and most noticeably, his right eye was a bright green, almost like that of a feline.
"Ah, miss Diane Amara," the man greeted. "How lovely to see you in the flesh".
"Thanks, so who are you, and how did you manage to break into one of the most secure prisons on Earth?" Di questioned.
"Oh we came right down the chimney, ho ho ho..." the man joked before greeting himself to the woman. "Doctor Malcolm Calico at your service. My friends here and I have been fascinated by your work for some time, and your ideals. I'm acting on behalf on my employers who happen to have a most intriguing proposition for you. Are you interested?"
Di didn't answer right away, as so many thoughts and doubts began wandering through her mind. But if such proposition could mean revenge against the dastardly teenage superheroes who dared cease her plans, she would take it.
"Okay then..." Di smirked and raised a brow. "And who might your employers be exactly...?"