Spaceship Nibiru, orbital headquarter of Strikeforce 1
"Merlin, our sleeping agent in La Perdita is communicating an unusual insurgence of activity around the Vanguard hangar at La Perdita International Airport. It seems a massive presence of metahumans is registered in that place. ...Wait... I have incoming news..." the voice of the Brain was loud in the earpiece of Jack Merlin. "It seems an EPS carrier has appeared on the sky over Puerta Mibela, asking for volunteers..."
"Bingo" whispered Merlin. "Order the agent standard procedure, Brain".
And then, turning to one of the officers at the consoles: "All men to combat stations. Monitors over the Vanguard hovercraft!"
Vanguard hangar, La Perdita
A sleek, tall woman entered the big hangar, full of activity and of metahumans, and walked steadily toward Grimm, which was giving orders about the upcoming leaving.
"Hi Grimm!" said the woman.
"Rose Biggles. What do you want now?"
"Lend my help. I heard the talk from that carrier... so I guessed if a stranger is coming to enlist metas for fighting that devil, you couldn't be behind... have you a place for me?" responded Rose Biggles.
"Why do you think a fortune teller should be of help?"
"I have been of help to you, with that Patrik. Besides, I do something more that seeing the future."
"I know. Velo told me about what you accomplished in New York this summer. Impressive. But I have to ask this to you: I need someone to keep an eye on Walker and the EPS, so, enlist with them. Besides, we have not spare seats on the Stormoloader".
Another track of the Airport, La Perdita, a few minutes later
The line of metas going toward the big carrier is impressive. Not much for his length, as for the colorful variety of people composing it: furry bear-men, people carrying their own head under arms, transvestites, guys with extensible arms, eel-peoples, a girl dressed like a gypsy and such.
At the end of the line, a perfectly normal man, middle aged, grey hairs on his temples, await for his turn.
When he finally arrive at the carrier, a large and heavy man, with a chicagoan accent asks him: "Name and powers".
"Name's Constantin Goodmorning. And I have a... well.. extremely developed sense of smell. May I join up?"
