Talking it over

We meet up with his merry band of ass hats to discuss the threat, which is their freedom hall. The building is located in the middle of the city and stands high above all the rest. It's the ivory tower where only the best can join in, or at least it is now. We stand at the front doors about to head in when I ask Fuck nut, "Remember when we started this place? We were young, ambitious, and stupid." Perfectionist turns to me as we head through the long to the elevator. "Yeah, those were some craze days."

I smile as the doors close, and we ride up. "We didn't have money support or even a building. We just wanted to make the world a better place, and now you're a bunch of government whores." He took exception to that and asks, "Did her death real bother you that much? We have lost people before that day." The smile leaves my face as the doors open "It wasn't her death; it was the realization that I can't help everyone, even with all my power."

We then step out on the twenty-third floor to see a large conference room. In the middle of the room is a large stainless-steel table in the shape of a U. Around it sat the top of the ranks. Each one makes from a hundred thousand a year to five hundred thousand. All paid for by taxpayer dollars to ensure a safe and happy world. A smooth red velvet carpet to add a sense of elegance to a room full of dicks. The whole back wall overlooks the city so they could survey their domain.

As soon as we walk in, I look up to see a sing with their motto, "The worlds shining light of freedom" I look at it and turn to him, "Really?" Perfectionist shrugs and addresses the chosen "Fellow team members, we gather to discuss a serious threat to all life as we know it." He dims the light, and a wall covers the windows, allowing an image to project. It is of a tall albino man standing in an all-white suit. His hair is shaven, and his eyes are covered with black sunglasses.

He then continues, "This is the Destroyer, or to be exact, he is a destroyer. They are a race of supernatural beings designed by the gods to destroy worlds they see as too far gone. We don't have to agree with them, but we get these powers to stop them. Three years ago, Michael and I led a team against him and barely survived. However, the Destroyer has returned, and we don't know why, but it can't be right.

One of the young people in the back wearing a black skintight tracksuit raises his hand. "Can't we just do what you did last time?" Before the perfectionist starts, I chime in, "Listen here, three years ago we did the impossible and know we need to do it again. Don't worry about how we did it or why. Just know where outmanned, outgunned, and all of you are shit fighters. Any more stupid ass questions." His hand goes up again. "How do you know?"

I rub my eyes, "What's your thing being fast, right, that's all you do. Try and lay a hand on me and don't hold back, or ill kill you." He then stands up confidently and runs towards me. I can sense his excitement as he approaches, thinking he won one over on an old vet. I feel the break in the air as his hand got within inches of me, and I grab his arm. "See, he is known for his speed, and he's trash." I then spin him around into the middle of the room. He lands on his ass before rushing out, embarrassed.

I look at the rest "anyone else wants to try, if not leave because the destroyer is far stronger than that." They all got up and left without hesitation. I turn to Perfectionist. "Well, shall we go to plan B?" he looks at me, pissed. "You scared them all away. Why we need them." I lean on the window seal. "Brandon, if they're scared of me, the Destroyer will eat them alive, literally. We need to get the team back together; we need Lidaren." Perfectionist looks at the empty room. "Alright, let's go get him."