A blast of energy ripped through the side of the bus. The glass shattered, the melted metal shone with a bright orange around the edges. The people inside screamed as the crowded the back of the bus, luckily unharmed. Stood on top of a car, a balding man with a rotund belly swung around an arm mounted canon that connected around his torso, with a glowing blue canister on the back.
"I will not be ignored! Not anymore! All of you will see me, Doctor Plasma!"
Blast after blast he shot off, melting away metal, shattering glass, and breaking away the brickwork of the surrounding buildings.
The air cracked apart and a swirl of purple energy was revealed within the opening. Two figures stepped out from it. A metal suit humanoid standing over seven feet tall, it's glass dome head filled with purple gas, from within a head shape formed with red eyes glowing within. Next to them, a man clad in a red and black, sleeveless one piece costume and black domino mask stood. The revealed arms covered completely in tattoos all the way down to the fingerless gloves. His fists clenched and his arms were engulfed in blue flame.
"Hey, do you actually have your doctorate? Do you think he has his doctorate Scorch?" A distorted voice came through the speaker at the front of the glass dome.
"Do I look like I give a flying fuck?" Scorch responded.
"Scorch, Dr. Dimension. Focus up," a female voice came through their ear-pieces.
"They wouldn't give me one! Said my thesis was not based in science. Well look at me now!"
Doctor Plasma turned his canon towards the two. Sparks of blue began to build up, light began to fill within the barrel to it's fullest. A large blast ripped through the air towards them. Dimension raised his arm, the metal plating of the hand shifted and parted. The plasma blast shifted away, strands of it's light got sucked up with the purple mist that leaked out from the gauntlet.
"There's nothing I hate more, than people calling themselves a doctor when they haven't earnt it! Like dentists!" Dimension exclaimed.
"Yeah! Fuck dentists!" said Scorch.
Scorch lunged forward, with a blast of fire he shot up into the air. His fists clenched and aimed down towards Doctor Plasma. Canon raised up, another energy blast exploded from its barrel. Scorch crossed his arms, the intense heat of the blast not enough to burn past his skin, but the force still pushed him up further into the sky. Dr. Dimension strode forward, ready to grab onto the villain in front of him.
"Seriously can you not move any faster!" Scorch's scream echoed from above.
"Shut up the suit is heavy!" Dimension responded.
The distraction was just what Plasma needed. The blast threw the heavy mech suit of Dr. Dimension through the air, thrown through the hole of the bus made earlier now ripping the bus in half.
Spears of blue flame descended upon the ground with high speed. Despite his size Doctor Plasma was able to jump out of the way, bouncing off the roof of the next car. The flaming spears pierced through the cars below. An explosion followed, the surrounding cars flung up.
"Argh! My legs!" Doctor Plasma wailed.
He lay pinned down, both his legs held captive by the flipped over sedan. He tried to raise his canon up but a sudden force from above pinned his arm to the cement.
"How about you just, don't," suggested Scorch.
"Excuse me, Scorch, can you help an ally up?" Dimension's voice came through the communicator.
"You really need to have something that helps get you back to your feet." Scorch sighed.
The SDN Midtown office, nestled along east fifteenth street in Union square. A four level building, with an additional few basement floors currently being finished. Wasn't anything fancy, and could feel like a can of sardines with how close all the desks were. The first floor, a lobby of polished concrete floor and grey tiles with the SDN logo visible as soon as you walk in behind the receptionist desk. The second was currently being used as both the meeting rooms and a lounge for the workers to de-stress and eat. The third was the hero floor. It had locker rooms, vending machines, and what had became named the launch zone. Wide floor to ceiling sliding windows at both the front and back made it easy for heroes, with the ability to, come and go. The top and final floor, the dispatcher floor. A floor of cubicles overlooked by Master Soldier's office.
Sat within one of the cubicles. A woman. With a mane of curly grey hair pulled back into a loose ponytail pressed down by the grey headset. The light from the computer screen reflected upon her thick square rimmed glasses, equipped with a sparkly purple and red chain that looped over her head and around her neck.
"Pandejo's!"
Her voice reverberated throughout the floor. A fresh cigarette in hand, with a flick of a zippo lighter the tip lit up with a burnt orange glow. The rush of smoke travelled down into her chest. With an audible sigh a plume of smoke escaped from her.
"Um, I'm sorry. Gloria, we aren't really supposed to be smoking indoors," said the thin looking man in the cubicle next to her.
"When you grow some hair on your balls you can tell me what to do, now leave me to it," Gloria responded.
Just beyond the bounds of Gloria's cubicle, in front of the leaderboard, the air cracked and another purple filled portal opened up.
"Well I would say that was a successful dispatch," remarked Scorch.
"Oh I messed up, we are on the top floor." The floor boards cracked under the Dr. Dimension.
"Successful?" Gloria screamed. "You blew up the fucking street! You were supposed to take down a villain, instead you destroyed five cars, a bus, and caused a collapse in the sewer system below."
"Well to be fair the bus already had a hole in it before I got flung-"
"Chinga tu madre! You are supposed to minimize damage, not multiply it!" A rush of scarlet touched the cheeks of her honey skin.
"Yeah you idiots," someone chuckled.
From the elevator two more costume clad people approached. The one who spoke, a woman in a skin tight, forest green full body costume with a large bright purple V-shape that went from the shoulders down to her belt tubes linked up from her belt, to the gauntlets around both wrists, up to the face mask that covered everything apart from her slicked back blonde hair. Next to her a man dressed up with a cream suit shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a kevlar tactical vest over the top, loose pants tucked into black combat boots, with his face covered by a white skin tight mask with no holes.
"Lady Venom, Skelly. You two are on my shitlist as well. You are supposed to incapacitate, not fucking paralyze!" Gloria's voice was getting hoarse.
"What the fuck are we supposed to do? They pulled out some crazy machine guns, they lucky we didn't kill them," responded Skelly.
A murmured voice came through the headset, just audible enough that Gloria snatched the headset back off from her desk.
"Sorry, I was talking to brick walls what was that?" said Gloria.
"Oh um sorry, but we got a situation here," the voice responded.
"Yeah a big damn situation. You sent me out with this idiot again and look where it got us," a second voice added.
Gloria tapped at the keyboard. In seconds a video feed appeared on her screen. On top of a building the two stood.
"Did you fucking idiots lock yourself up on a roof?" Gloria sighed.
"Ha! Look at this, Whip-Lad and Mathstress got themselves locked up on a roof," said Lady Venom.
Whip-Lad stood in his cape adorned royal blue boiler suit looking over the edge. Mathstress stared daggers through her half moon glasses directly into Whip-Lad's back. Her arms wrapped around her pinstripe suited torso.
"Can't you just, you know, stretch your finger and like swing down?" Gloria's hand wrapped around her cheek bones.
"Oh, no, I can't like grip anything when they are stretched," explained Whip-Lad.
"Well then can't Mathstress just grab onto your finger and stretch until she gets down then come back up to unlock the door?" Suggested Gloria.
"I don't feel comfortable with her grabbing my body," said Whip-Lad.
"You are so damn awkward," shouted Mathstress.
Gloria inhaled more of her cigarette.
"Oi, Dickmension, can you go get them? And make sure you port back to the third floor? We got that floor reinforced just for you," said Gloria.
"Sure, you got the co-ordinates?" Dr. Dimension replied.
The metal plated around his right gauntlet shifted aside, a purple clad finger emerged and with a swipe down another portal opened. As soon as he entered the portal snapped shut behind him. Mere moments later, the trackers showed the three were back in the building. Gloria reclined back, her eyes shut, just pure focus on her smoke filled breaths.
"That's lunch," she said.