INTRODUCING..THE WARBURG STRANGLER
YOUNG BOY'S VOICE: They say my parents were Heroes of the City, so why did they abandon me in Mercy Island, at the doors of Fort Darwin?
FORT DARWIN - COV LAUNCH DAY - DAWN
A small insignificant band of Protestors shake crude and flimsy boards up and down.
PROTESTOR: DOWN WITH ED! NO MORE ED! ED BLOWS AND SUCKS HARD!
Evil at the gates of Fort Dawrwin, in its many costumed forms, small and tall, wide and thin, demonic and angelic. The QUARTERMASTER shuffles uneasily as the gates creak open.
Above them all another Black helicopter ships in the next load of would-be Evil doers, thrusters warping the horizon in a heat haze.
QUARTERMASTER: Listen up. I'll buy all your generics. Just form an orderly line in front of me, I can only deal with you one at a time. GET IN LINE!
SKULLFACE: Hey..Hey I was next.
CHAINBEAST: Back off.
In amongst the crowd of legs, a small confused boy of no more than 10 years old wanders. The boy wears a brown derby hat, tipped down to obscure his face. He has short tattered pants, a tatty formal jacket and dirty dress shirt. He is knocked down to his knees by a Werewolf Brute who rushes by.
WEREWOLF: Out of my way.
The young boy catches the Quartermaster's eye. The Quartermaster puts his clipboard down to groans from the queueing Villains.
MASTERMIND9049302 <shaking head>: I'm on a schedule here, get back to work.
CLOWNFACE <folding arms>: Unrrreal.
QUARTERMASTER: Little man, go home. This isn't a good place for kids.
BOY: I don't have a home.
The boy never looks up, his nose wrinkles and there are tears streaming down his cheeks. He keeps his eyes on the ground, rubbing his shoes together.
QUARTERMASTER: This is not a safe place to be around okay? Now wherever you came from-
BOY: My parents left me here.
MASTERMIND903429: Oh bummer.
NINJA390482: Go to Cap Au Diable, then go to Bloody bay..you'll be home real quick haha.
CHAINBEAST: Nobody cares, now get back to work Quartermaster. Time waits for no beast or man, or manbeast <cough>.
SKULLFACE: Beat it kid!
QUARTERMASTER: Who were your parents?
BOY: They were heroes, guess you could call them that? I'm not going home, because it's not my home anymore.
QUARTERMASTER: This place can get rough, I can't protect you. You'll need to be able to look after yourself, that's how you survive here. Look out for number one at all times. Nobody else matters.
The Boy nods.
The Quartermaster lifts the boy's face up by the chin, his eyes widen at what he sees. A black star tattoo over the boy's right eye.
QUARTERMASTER: What's your name?
BOY: My name is [bleep] but you can call me The Warburg Strangler mister. I'm gonna be famous one day and that's what they'll call me.
QUARTERMASTER: Yes, I think you will do alright.
SKULLFACE: Yes yes boo hoo, poor kid. Now buy my goddammn generics!
QUARTERMASTER: Someone get this kid a group...
