The Minitropolis Motor Inn -- 11:38 PM
A small meeting of businessmen was taking place behind closed doors as generic jazzy tunes hummed on in the hallways of the modest motel, located on the outskirts of Minitropolis, a town that seemed to have a little of everything but a lot of something else, and that something was crime.
For such a "nothing" town, Minitropolis had been part of a number of headlines, both local and international as a hot bed for not just criminal activity but some of the weirdest things ever recorded. Just your usual bank robberies, murdering sprees, oh and a dimensional rift or two ...
The worst (or best) part was, many of the towns citizens didn't even remember the full scope of everything that had happened just a few short weeks ago. It all felt like a blur and even the national media was stumped other than figuring out that something had happened in that city to permanently alter its landscape and memory. Those who were unfortunate enough to remember would recall a mad man by the name of Maximllian E Mumford basically transforming an entire chunk of their town into his twisted playground with the help of a magical being so powerful that her very essence seemed to seep into reality itself.
Thankfully, this threat was no more. He was vanquished and the powerful being he had harnessed -- who went by the name of 'Kruella' seemed to be on some kind of long sabbatical. But of course, this left its own problems. Where one villain fades, there's always another looking to step in and fill the void.
The citizens of Minitropolis needn't worry though, because in the past couple of years they'd seen firsthand that besides the police, they had one vigilant superheroine who always was watching out for them, one that they knew would always have their best interests in mind and one who was always up for the task.
"How the hell does this thing work again?" a confused woman asked while trying to aim a tiny projectile through an equally tiny slit in a ventiliation shaft from whence she hid.
That, as you may have guessed was the hero of the city. She went by a simple pair of initials. SG. ShrinkGirl.
Her short brown hair draped over the purple clad shoulders of her uniform as her steely sepia eyes surveyed the ongoing situation below. Her wrist remained steady as she tried to take aim, closing a single eye and wincing just a bit as she tried to fire what appeared to be a small metal dart from the edge of the golden metal that jutted from her wrist.
Of course your average dart wouldn't normally be tipped with a blinking red light.
Down below stood 3 men, guarding over a closed meeting room door. They paced to and fro, just giving staff members friendly waves as they walked by. It was late so thankfully there wasn't too much to be on the lookout for.
The 3 men went by the names of Kenny, Brutis and George.
They were basically lifetime "small time thugs" but hoping to get promoted to the big leagues and it was all riding on how well they did in their new stint as "security" for a little outfit known as "CC, INC" or as they were better known within the underworld of Minitropolis ... the Chaos Crew.
"So ... not bad, huh?" George smirked, seemingly pumping himself up to his associates as he paced around, dressed by far the most refined of the 3 men with his brown checkerboard suit that looked like it was ripped from the movie "Anchorman"
"Yeah yeah ... you found us a gig, get over it" Brutis said
"I told you he wasn't going to be that excited..." Kenny said with a shrug, trying to offer some semblance of comfort to his colleague.
"He's never excited..." George sighed
"You want a kiss or something?" Brutis shrugged, rolling his eyes, "You know, this is all well and good but we don't all 3 need to be standing here, I could at least be enjoying room service or something"
"Hey, we don't wanna fuck this up before we're even paid" Kenny warned, before glancing towards the much too overdressed man in the retro suit jacket, "speaking of which, what the fuck'd you buy that for?"
"No good?" George asked
"We're security, not GQ spokesmen..." Kenny scoffed
"G... what?" a confused George asked
"Never mind..." Kenny sighed, "just keep your eyes out for anything suspicious, I'm going to go take a leak..."
Kenny took a step forward and within a moment, George winced, causing a quick look back from Kenny and Brutis. George shook his head , knocking a small object from his neck, and noting some blood on his fingertip.
"Geez, the fuck was that?" Brutis asked, leaning in closer to investigate as George slumped against the wall a bit.
Up in the ducts, a skittish Alexis Cole took refuge ; knowing that she had aroused suspicion. She ducked away and began talking into her wrist that was also a communicator, connecting her to her "man in the chair", an extraordinary scientist and friend named Joshua James.
"Uh Lexi ..." Josh said, his voice a bit obscured between the static and the lousy reception the pint sized superheroine had in the air duct. "You were suppose to attach the beacon to a wall or something... not literally SHOOT at them like it was a tranquilizer dart"
"I know that!" Lexi scoffed, not afraid of speaking up too loud and attracting attention since she was no more than 4 inches tall at that moment. Just another average Thursday evening spent surveying baddies.
"Hold it" Josh said, observing the developing scene from the fuzzy built in camera on Lexi's wrist comm from which he could see the 3 men retreating. Lexi looked down as well to see what Josh was getting at. "They're leaving the entrance wide open, this could be your chance"
Lexi shrugged a bit, as she waited for the 3 men to clear the area, each of them concerned wiht the gash George had suffered on his neck due to Lexi's bad aim.
"Anyway...." Lexi sighed, watching the men attentively as they faded from view, "How exactly do we know those guys are even involved in the crew?"
"Officially, it's not but then again, it's not like the Chaos Crew has an available team roster..." Josh added, "But when I looked them up, they had rap sheets a mile long ... they go by the names Kenny "the Killer" Keirmaier, Big Brutis ... and George"
"Just George?" Lexi chuckled
"Yeah they're silly names but they're part of the Minitrpolis Mafia, led by Vincenzo Vicente" Josh cautioned
"Heh, did Vincenzo buy them the suits too? They look like extras from Goodfellas" Lexi chuckled, her eyes growing just a bit heavy as the extended hours were beginning to wear on her.
"Lexi are you sure you're up for this?" Josh asked, noting his friends' noticeable fatigue.
"Well I blew our shot to get intel with my terrible aim" Lexi scoffed, shrinking herself smaller to fit between the grates, gripping on like monkey bars and trying to time her landing so that she'd hit the carpeted floor gracefully and without a sound.
CRASH! THUNK!
"Ugh!!" the suddenly 5'4 Lexi eeped out, before quickly shrinking out of view, although the noise was pretty noticeable.
The 3 mafia men turned back, even George taking notice as the trio raised an eyebrow.
"Did you hear that?" Kenny asked, with suspicion present in his voice
"Eh, I hear all sorts of things..." Brutis said, always one to play it close to the vest.
"Y'know you don't ALWAYS have to talk like a mobster..." George bemoaned as the fledgling security guards abandoned their post to try and find some help for their bleeding comrade.
After all, it was pretty unlikely anybody was going to bother crashing a business meeting held so late at night in a hotel, especially one that was actually being held by a shady crime syndicate.
In many ways, it almost seemed a bit hard to believe that such a faceless organization as the Chaos Crew would even opt to have such a meeting.
"So why the hell did we even opt to have such a meeting?" an aggravated Pyro Pete would ask, slamming his fist angrily on the mahogany desk in the dimly lit room as a very slight shadow emerged from under the crack in the door. "Last I checked we're a crime syndicate ... not exactly on the up and up..."
Pyro Pete was about as predictable as thugs came ; featuring a mullet and a good amount of stubble, the man liked fire ... and that was really about it. Still, he was a "team player" when he needed to be ; plus the free suite helped.
"Actually..." an older gentleman (about 50 or so) wearing a white business suit and matching slacks shook his head, grinning confidently, "...these meetings make for a nice tax write off"
"Well damn!" another thug said, shaking his head in dismay, "Had I known that I would've raided the mini fridge!"
"Psh ... okay so besides tax writeoffs and that admittedly interesting slide show about our crime rate last year, what exactly was so important that we had to gather here at a hotel?" Pyro Pete asked as a very tiny spy made her way across the thick carpeted floors.
"Josh..." Lexi whispered, much too small to be heard by the talking "businessmen" but loud enough to be heard by her cohort on the other end of the call, "what exactly was so important that I had to come here?"
"Well ...." Josh said, feverishly typing on the other end. All Lexi could make out was what sounded like multiple plastic clacks in her ear as she tried to listen to her friend, "The Chaos Crew has been quiet for a while ... and rumor is they're planning something big"
"And remind me again..." the cautious Lexi whispered as she peeked from around a table leg, noticing about 6 chairs with 5 sets of feet touching the carpet under the business table -- all were occupied, except one. "...how do you always seem to have your finger on the heartbeat of Minitropolis' underworld?"
"I know people" a confident Josh said, getting a thermal scan of the room ; another new feature of Lexi's enhanced gadgetry. Using the thermal scan, Josh could see anybody and anything in the room, even that which was hidden and he could even identify the people in the meeting. "Oh shit, speaking of ... that's Byron Biggs at the head of the table... facial recognition confirms it"
"Sounds like somebody I should know" Lexi said, a slight dumbfounded tone in her voice as she tip=toed about, not sure at this point what she was looking for other than merely gaining some intel.
"He's the head of the crew and a notoroious crime lord" Josh said, "although rumors were he was getting out of the business a couple times now but I guess the money and notoriety were too much to pass up"
"And again I ask..." Lexi sighed, rolling her eyes, "how are you ...?"
Suddenly Lexi's blood ran cold as she heard one of the men pause the otherwise cordial conversation, bringing the room to a quiet pause.
"Oh shit, look at that" the man growled. Lexi remained still, not sure how to react. After all she was no more than 2 inches at this point and not exactly running on a full tank. To her relief, she watched as the man picked up a discarded half eaten mint from the carpet. "...you know, just because we make a mess out on the streets doesn't mean we have to make one in here"
"That was too close..." the daring superheroine thought as she scooted behind a couple of grooved table legs, listening in again before consulting with her "man in the chair"
"So what exactly am I suppose to get here?" Lexi asked
"Well you were SUPPOSE to get an audio recording of the meeting but someone was a bit overzealous firing the surveillance beacon" Josh said with more than a slight degree of snark.
"Ugh, gimme a break..." Lexi said, a hint of drowsiness in her voice as she leaned her back against the wooden table leg for support, "It was like my first time using that new doo-dad"
"People still use the word doo-dad?" Josh joked before noticing movement. "Lexi, watch your six"
Lexi looked down at her chest confused
"Ugh ... no, your ... just ... look out" Josh cautioned.
Lexi looked up curiously, only to yelp as she noticed the men getting up and beginning to walk away, hearing various murmurs from them as they exited the meeting room.
"So much for our security detail..." one of the thugs commented, noticing that the 3 mobsters had abandoned their post.
"What do you expect?" Pyro Pete scoffed, "they were a last minute add on"
"Y'know I was surprised not to see Roxie at the meeting..." one of the crew commented, a curious look on their face as the small group made their way towards the bar. "she's usually front and center making snarky comments and whatnot"
"If I didn't know any better, I'd almost say you have a thing for her" Pete chuckled
"Heh, fuck ... I mean, maybe I'd do her but..."
"We'd ALL do her..." Pete smirked, "speaking of which, rumor is she was getting busy in her hotel room"
"No shit"
"You almost sound surprised..." Pete replied smugly.
"Well... I suppose nothing surprises me when it comes to Roxie..." the other thug answered
"I'm just surprised she had the common courtesy to put a glock on the door" Pete added
"I think you mean a sock..."
"...no"
Under the extravagant covers of the Minitropolis Motor Inn was a woman who was giggling immensely on the phone as she wrapped herself up and got comfy.
"Awwww but c'mon Dee...." the lusty blonde laughed, a glint in her sapphire eyes as she sweet talked into the phone, "...I'm wearing your favorite..."
"Nothing?" the cold hearted woman on the other end said as a brisk breeze blew about her. She'd finally let a smirk escape her lips before shivering a bit, "Look, I wish I could but I'm still dealing with ... well ... you know, a situation here..."
"Awwww but I don't need magics for what you're going to do to me ..." the mischievious young woman cackled, tracing an aimless pattern in the sheets with a fingertip as her voice momentarily leapt up in pitch. Despite her playful manner, the woman was somewhat perturbed by what she was hearing as her shady lover seemed to have company, "You're still with HER, huh?"
"Not like I wanna be ..." the woman replied, puffing some of the purple locks out of her face as the winter breeze kicked up, "look, I promise we'll do something fun .. something sexy..."
"Alright..." the blonde said, a notable disappointment in her voice as she flopped down onto the matress with her back flat against it and both arms crossed just letting the phone hit the thick sheets beside her. "Fuck I just wanna shoot something..."
"You don't have a gun on you already? That's surprising..." the bewitched woman said with a smirk as she was a bit perturbed herself, following a dark trail through the woods where cell reception was already spotty.
"I left my glock on the door" the woman pouted with a huff, not even speaking directly into the phone anymore as she rummaged through the dresser drawer within her reach
"Isn't it ... sock?" the now confused purple haired woman responded while accompanied by her reluctant "partner in crime"
"No...." the blonde said with a final pout, "But it's fine ..."
"Surely you have other guns..." the woman, known as Delia would chuckle.
"Yeah but they're not fun after a while ..." the blonde known as Roxie replied with a pout as she rummaged through the drawer. Sure she loved her red and blue .45's but one couldn't get by just shooting your basic handguns forever.
"Could it -- ... that you ... --I" Roxie would hear on the phone, finally seizing it back up again and shrugging.
"Dee? You still there?" Roxie sputtered, trying her best to make out the Wiccan's words but only getting one in every three. Finally she just hung up the call and huffed, her naked body basically being wasted as she hung beneath the sheets. "Well fuck, now what do I do?"
Roxie paused for a moment before letting her mind wander, flipping through the available stations and eventually landing on one.
"Ooh foxy boxing!" the vixen exclaimed, her mind momentarily put at ease by the prospect of the TV trash heap at her disposal.
While Roxie's "first world problem" had found a momentary solution, the pensive woman known as Delia Greystone hung back in the woods accompanied by a woman who would draw most people's attention in a hurry but Delia wasn't most people.
Being a Wiccan and one of the last (if not THE last) in existence, Delia found herself blessed (and sometimes cursed) with knowledge that most couldn't dare to dream of. This would see her take on fantastical adventures and challenges which made her more than just a stunning face and body. Truth be told, she had spent most of her life hopping from town to town ; only staying long enough to arouse suspicion with her twisted brand of dark magic before leaving and repeating the whole process again.
There was something about Minitropolis though that had drawn her there and she hadn't been too disappointed ; save for the one they called "ShrinkGirl" -- the purple clad lass could be a problem, a nuisance even. Delia generally didn't mind as long as ShrinkGirl's antics didn't prevent her from causing mayhem but even the prospect of the self proclaimed "cutie crusader" didn't weight on her so much these days.
No, that honor belonged to the woman next to her... a woman who stood at about 5'6. A fairly average height for a human but quite massive for a Fairy ... or Fensterian as she was better known.
She went by the name of Pix and as of a few weeks ago, the two seemed to be ensnared in some kind of weird phenomenon in which one or both of their powers would fail at random. It was no doubt due to a spell they had cast in the heat of a battle. A spell that normally neither would think about using (well maybe Delia would, she paid little mind to rules or conventions as it pertained to magic) if not for the dire circumstances under which both were dealing.
"And you're sure you can't just use that book to fix this?" Pix asked, sounding a bit huffy as the two explored deeper into the woods, on some kind of weird lead that Delia had sent them on to work on a spell that might undo the one they were currently under.
"I already told you" the wily witch said, "I returned the book to the stupid chamber of fairy books or whatever..."
"...you mean the ancient fensterian archives..." Pix said, giving the wiccan a bit of a look of disgust.
It was funny because as much as Pix found the Fensterian "way" as she came to know it to be a bit pretentious and overcomplicated, she'd find herself defending it from outsiders like Delia who came off as cold and dismissive towards it by comparison.
Wiccans and Fensterians were long thought to be bitter enemies dating back eons. It's one of many reasons that the small, well guarded Fensterian Colony remained under a magical cloak in its tucked away location in the Fenster Forest somewhere just outside of Minitropolis. Even with Wiccans not being so much of a threat in modern times though, there were still plenty of others who looked to harvest the magic that lately had been getting much more traction since its exposure to the masses not too long ago.
To that end, both Delia and Pix stopped and exchanged confused glances as they came to a large crater that was sunken about 6 feet into the ground and giving off a vivid bright blue glow.
"Was this ... what you wanted to show me?" Pix asked the purple haired woman but she simply shook her head.
"No ... but this is interesting..." Delia replied with a nod.
More interesting still was that the crater was giving off a deep chill that felt cold enough to melt one's skin off on contact from how intense it was. Was it dry ice? No ... something much more powerful and perhaps harnessable in its own right.
"What do we ... do with it?" Pix asked, expecting the crafty witch to have some kind of retort ready.
Even Delia hooded her eyes towards the frozen, glowing debris and then looked back at Pix with a careless shrug before saying, "Light a campfire over it? Hell if I know?"
"We can't just leave it here!" Pix insisted, even as the two women began to walk away.
"Fine you wanna go call a forest ranger, be my guest..." Delia scoffed before miming how the phone call would go, "Yeah hello ... uh giant fairy and witch found a big cold boulder comet in the middle of ..."
"Okay okay I get it ..." Pix tsked as the duo continued to walk through the dimly lit forest, seemingly being watched by someone in the shadows, "and we're talked about that term 'fairy' ... I don't like it..."
Delia paused, for no more than a moment or two. Pix mistakenly thought maybe the dubious Wiccan was finally learning something about the value of listening to others but it was more that she was briefly made aware by the sound of a twig snapping in a nearby bush. In fact, Delia also thought she sensed the gaze of a flashing blue eye only briefly on them before deciding to move on from it. The whole ordeal with her powers had left her a bit out of sorts, after all.
It was probably nothing ...
Meanwhile, back inside the dimly lit boardroom at the hotel, the only one remaining at their chair was the head honcho himself, Byron Biggs. He grumbled and shook his head, appearing exhausted as he shut the laptop he had on the table and slowly meandered out of the room, locking the door behind him.
Lexi let out an exhale and peeked around before growing herself back to full height.
"Holy shit..." Josh said, seeing what Lexi saw through the very fuzzy camera on her wrist comm as she approached the table and the closed laptop. "They actually left their computer there"
Lexi peeked both ways as if someone was watching before sliding the laptop open.
"Well they're the Chaos Crew, not the organized one" Lexi said, a bit of drowsiness in her voice as she fumbled for the flash drive she had brought just in case such an opportunity arose.
Naturally, having no pockets, the cutie crusader would awkwardly dig the concealed piece of plastic from the only place she seemed to dig anything out of when in "hero" mode.
"Is there REALLY no way to put pockets in this thing?" Lexi tsked, adjusting her bra a bit before sliding the thumb drive in.
"Sorry Lexi" Josh said, although Lexi could SWEAR she detected a hint of laughter in his response, "You've kind of had me busy working on the other dozen or so projects and ... sorry, didn't mean for that to sound..."
"Its fine" Lexi said, with a slight tsk as she removed the thumb drive hastily, hearing footsteps which were retreating back into the very office in which she was standing, "...I appreciate everything you do sincerely"
While Lexi wanted to continue praising her good friend who had been a Godsend to her both in terms of friendship and resourcefulness, she had to shrink back in a hurry (almost forgetting to shrink the flash drive along with herself) as Byron Biggs walked back into the room, sending Lexi fleeing for the door before it closed.
Byron looked over his computer, more than a bit curious to notice something.
"Didn't I have this closed before?" he asked himself in a slightly perturbed tone just as Pyro Pete and Karl walked in on him. The Kingpin would stand up in his chair, alerted by their sudden re-emergence into the room.
"Hey boss!" Pete said, sounding a bit annoyed, "I think I saw the ShrinkGirl heading out just now!"
"Oh?" Byron said, sitting back down as he folded his hands together in deep thought.
"Oh? That's all you have to say is 'oh?'" Karl asked, sounding annoyed himself as the very confused and sorry looking trio of Brutis, Kenny and George also returned to their supposed security post. "She could be running off with ..."
"Boys" Byron said, raising a hand to dispel any panic, "Don't worry about it"
"Don't worry about it?" Pyro Pete asked, showing more emotion than he had the whole night, "You sure you didn't have a little too much to drink during the reception?"
Byron simply tsked and shook his head.
"If she WASN'T in here ... no harm, no foul" Byron smirked, "we can always check the security cams in the morning....'
"And if she WAS?" Karl asked, to which Byron had a smug smirk already prepared to go.
"...then she just took the bait" the nefarious Kingpin replied.
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