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Previously

Mother Narine Getskilled always hated the rain, it was such a gloomy weather pattern. She was never really one to stop and consider that it may be gloomy, but it's a gloomy weather pattern full of life without which the entire world would be desolate and dry. Perhaps not as gloomy, but certainly more unbearable. Today the rain made it difficult to follow the black car that she, and her mercenaries, The Flush, were in pursuit of. They finally caught up with the car as it sped towards eastern Delmor, close to the turnoff for Snottsborn Industries. Clipping its fender, she sent the black car into a violent spin, accentuated by the rain-slicked roads. The car flipped, twice, and Mother Getskilled, along with the Flush, pulled off to the side as it came to a rest. "Get out of the car Don, we know you're there!" Groans echoed from inside. Ace ordered BlackJack to open the doors, he did so, tearing them clean off and tossing them to the side.
"The Don isn't with us, Narine." A voice said from inside.
"James!" It was the planted informant who had the GPS dot on him, "Where'd he go then?"
"He's joined the League of Special Individuals."
"The League of Special Individuals? Those crackpots that Mother Superior was trying to recruit? Hmm." She got out her phone and dialed base, "Torch them," she said over her shoulder as she walked back to the car. The Ace of Pain obliged, willingly, tying James, who appeared to be the only conscious person in the car who wasn't trapped under something, to the car frame with his seat belt.
"Safety first," he chuckled, slicing open the gas tank.
"Wait! Getskilled! I worked for you! You backstabbing b***h."
The cigarette flicked over his shoulder as the five members of the Flush followed Mother Getskilled to the car, the Ace of Pain kind of wished that real life could move in slow motion, because this would be a perfect moment.
"They're where?" Mother Getskileld was saying into her phone. "No, don't send anyone, we're closer. Yup. The old duck farm. Any word yet on Superior, Jane? No? Okay, thank you." She flipped the phone back into her pocket and drove off, leaving the towering inferno that was most recently a Rolls Royce behind.

Previously

Mother Narine Getskilled turned the vehicle to the side as they approached the military compound that was most recently a duck farm. For the first time this day, logic took over and she realized that storming a military compound, full as it was of wannabe super heroes would be a poor move, Flush or not. She would have to wait for them to be called somewhere, and she'd ambush them there.
Afterward

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The Refrigerator cut out in front of the Spoon as he took a slightly different route through the maze of alleys that was downtown Delmor.

Tourists. Swear to god.

Despite the easier route, it was longer, and he arrived at the Museum around the same time as the Spoon. He clung to a wall as he considered his options.

"Well, fancy that. It's a regular spandex convention, ain't it?" He rolled his neck. "No use waiting, I suppose. Allez-oup!"

With that, he swung up to the roof of the Museum, where there was... A garden? "Well, that's just frosty..."

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Zack climbed in the limo to find a man in a white suit waiting for him.

"Hello, Zack," The man spoke with a deep voice.

"Do I know you?"

"No, until now you haven't needed to know me. The Politician sent me to collect you. He's been very disappointed with your actions lately."

"As have I. However, it seems I'm no more at fault than he is in the matter."

"Excuse me?"

"I was created from Pasty's DNA. Despite the process used to make me evil, I've still retained some of his traits. Things like memories, habits, and..." Zack paused, "Certain emotions. Whenever I'm around Cait, Josh's love for her gets in my way. If she's going to be eliminated, I can't be the one to do it." Zack looked out the window and saw that they were passing Cait's house, "Can we stop? I need to grab my bike.”

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The Spoon moved towards the alley in which his clothing had been hidden. He felt like simply burning the clothes he had on once he got home. Quickly he began to change, removing the bunny mask and labcoat, replacing the undershirt with his nice blue checkered shirt. The pajama bottoms transfered place with the loose fitting jeans, as the odd colored shoes were replaced by simple black tennis shoes.

The costume was stuffed inside of the bag, rattling of silverware rang out as Shayne walked from the alley and sprayed the aeresol over him. His eyes and face barely hid the confusion and pain within him. His feet pulled him towards the Dojo...He needed his mind clear.

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Chuckles was running down the road, stopping for a second to catch his breath. "Man, I need to work out more." He said pulling out a set of keys from his pocket. He grabbed the penguin shaped key chain and pushed it. Back at the Crime and Justice Building, The Mighty Penguin kicked into action and down to where he was. Chuckles climbed on to TMP and headed off to the pengulair.
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As Clean boosted the speed of the car, he was grinning like a mad man. He did this for two reasons. One, was that they were being trailed by that old geezer and because of Clean's good eye-sight he could see the old man driving way back in the distance. Two, was because time was of the essence. The Politican had tried, yet failed, to leave these two for dead. Clean wouldn't be disgraced like that. The two had a deal and Clean was shafted by the Politican. He wouldn't let the Politican get away with it.

"It is clear," Clean spoke to Broadway Man, his most trusted friend he had in the world now, "That the Politican meant to abandon us. After we wanted to help him, now he betrayed us. We are going to get our sweet revenge on him. If you remeber he said he was going to hypnotize the entire population by the means of broadcasting... so we are on our way to the Channel Q News Broadcasting Station! That is our best bet and we're going to show the Politican that he isn't dealing with a bunch of pansies like that Bronzed boy... he's dealing with real men..." Clean casted a look a Broadway Man who was playing with the glitter all over his suit and dotting it all over his face quickly and then rethought that statement. "Well that he's dealing with a real MAN and... yeah... Anyway we're going to go to the station and foil his plans!"

After the explanation, he turned his attention back to the wheel and pressed on the pedal as hard as he could. 'Get ready John... this is going to be the biggest battle ever faced... What do you have to lose anyway? The only friends and family you had were casted away from your life because of that damned Toxic Boy villian! Now I have this dramatic diva next to me, but he is a true friend... Okay get focused! Get ready Politican!' Clean thought to himself as he made his way to the Channel Q News Station.

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As the convoy thundered towards the Steel Mill, the faint tune of "Barbie Girl" rang out. Spanky sheepishly pulled out his phone.

"What is it, command? We're about fifteen minutes from the target's location-"

"Negative, sir," A Hispanic voice on the other end of the line cut the General off, "Be advised that your target has ditched the tracking device and taken off."

"Any ideas where he might be headed?"

"Sources say he's headed for Channel Q Broadcasting, sir." Suddenly, Pasty's voice crackled over the communicator. "Sounds like your Captain is already there, sir."

"That is does-" The sound of fast approaching cars rang through the air as a black limo whizzed followed by a junk heap of an automobile. As the soldiers looked on in shocked horror, a woman waking her dog stepped out into the road, directly in the path of the clunker. To their shock and amazement, the old car neither swerved nor hit the woman, seeming to somehow completely ignore her. The car then sped up to a speed it was in no way possible of going before disappearing around a corner.

"I bet that's our guy," Spanky muttered, hanging up his phone. "We're changing directions, men! Head for Channel Q Broadcasting!"