Dr. David Magnus (magna_scientia) wrote in savingthegames, @ 2014-12-27 18:12:00 |
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To be clear, Magnus never did anything from the goodness of his heart. The man could think of twenty ulterior motives before breakfast. So after a representative from the First Class Fighters recently came to Magnus Labs with a proposal, managing at last to break through years of the company's outright shunning of the group, Magnus decided that the opportunity was worth the thousands of dollars he would be inevitably wasting on the criminals. Such was the loathing for any company to associate with the FCF that at this point, Magnus' PR team could easily spin the news as an act of charity, boosting their public reputation for generosity and Magnus' penchant for eccentric displays of compassion. The legal team drew up the contract and soon after, a day was arranged for Magnus himself to make an appearance at the FCF office. The FCF had always been outclassed by the Stars & Stripes since the group's creation. The lack of funding was a method of control as surely as the kill-switches implanted in their bodies. But if violence from the human gangs and the superhuman criminals continued to escalate in New Waverly, then the FCF were going to become something worse than obsolete. They were going to be completely useless without some help. Magnus arrived with understated fanfare as he and a small team of his research assistants entered the shanty office and completely took over the main lobby. About half a dozen tables were set-up with over thirty or so prototypes of tech, spanning from specialized body armor to nonlethal weapons. All of it was up for grabs, at Magnus' expense. The catch was that, besides some rudimentary tests to make sure none of the equipment would break immediately, there had been practically no field or safety tests completed beforehand. It would be up to the FCF to test it all in the field themselves and to report on any malfunctions or updates that needed to be changed. Some of the tech appeared downright ridiculous and impractical at first glance, but it all had potential uses. The man himself, dressed in his customary navy blue business suit, stood nearby a large steel case that was opened to reveal two different prosthetic legs of his own design. They were here because it was brought to his attention that one of the FCF members, Francesca Alvarez, required the equipment. But he was also there to answer questions about any of the prototypes that the members had. His goofy, megawatt smile was firmly in place as Magnus looked over the headquarters and folks of the First Class Fighters. But in the back of his mind he was thinking about how even if he did achieve immortality and was still around one thousand years from now, he would never outlive the sight of this pathetic eyesore that was the FCF office. |