Who: Brian and Betsy (NPC: Tom and Slaymaster) When: Last October Where: London, England What: Secret Origins - Betsy's Blinding, Tom's Death Rating: High (violence)
"Calm down, mate." Tom told his masked counterpart. He knew Brian hated this part of the job: watching and waiting. Brian liked taking action. He liked concrete problems. He was not a patient guy. That's probably why S.T.R.I.K.E. had made them partners. Brian was at fighting, but he needed someone to keep him from flying off the handle.
The two were standing on a building outside of Parliament, listening to the Prime Minister's speech. They had received intel that a terrorist cell would try to assassinate the Prime Minister. That's why the two of them were brought in: to stop the assassination and bring the would be assassin for questioning. S.T.R.I.K.E. wanted them to find the cell at its source and destroy it.
"Are you sure the information was good? The speech is almost bloody over." Brian complained.
"I'm sure, mate. The guy never let us down before. Why would he start feeding us false information now? Loosen up, man. All your stress is making it hard to search for the guy." Tom was ordered to use his telepathy to locate the guy before he tried anything.
Tom was unable to sense the would-be assassin before he decided to reveal himself. Luckily for the two heroes, like all costumed villains his flashiness gave them a chance to react before it was too late.
"Your time is up Prime Minister." The villain laughed as he rose above the crowd using a jet pack. "For I the mighty Slaymaster have come to take your life."
"Bloody hell. The twit can block telepathy." Tom complained to no one. Brian was already charging at Slaymaster.
The crowd screamed and started to disburse as an aerial battle began.