Crime Of The Century
Elvei Newbern
It's a dark night. The L.E.A.C.H. Headquarters, stands tall
against the moonlight. The twenty-six thousand foot tall building, looks
somewhat like a mad scientist's castle, towering over Jargon City. Inside
the building is what appears to be, some sort of science lab. A highly
advanced science lab. All kinds of gadgets and machinery line the walls
and shelves. Unfortunately, most of the equipment looks broken and
unrepairable. All except for the exception of one particular machine.
It stands in the middle of the room, surrounded by tables, carrying
hundreds of bottles on them. Each, bottle is connected to a tube,
stretching back to a cylindrical tube, inside the machine. Each bottle is
labeled wtih a certain type of animal species. For example, one bottle is
labeled "Wolf".
Sitting at a computer, stationed next to the machine, is a
beautiful young woman. She's about five foot seven, has long red hair, and
beautiful brown eyes. She's busily typing at away at the her keyboard. A
picture of two DNA strands combining, appears on her screen.
" Morbid. We are ready to proceed." she says, into the microphone of the
headset she is wearing.
Suddenly, a cloud of black smoke appears next to her. As it
gradually fades away, a dark figure can be seen. It's a man, standing
about seven feet tall. He's dressed in a long black robe, with the hood
over his head.
" Then do so. My children are anxiously awaiting the arrival of their new
siblings." says Morbid, eyes glowing red.
The woman speaks into her microphone again.
" Could someone please escort the subjects to the Genetic DNA Alterator. "
she says.
Through a large cargo door, comes two men dressed in suits, bound
and gagged. Walking directly behind them are, two really big mutants.
Both carrying really big guns. They escort the men to the machine, where
they are strapped to surgical tables.
" Proceeding with DNA transfer." the woman says, typing away at the computer.
Two very large needles, attached to metal poles, gradually inch
themsleves to the mens' necks. It eventually stabs and injects a brownish
liquid into them. The men start screaming and shaking uncontrollably.
" And thus it begins..." says Morbid.
Elsewhere at The Underground, an old abandoned sewer system, a group of
young theives, is watching a special report. A big screen television is
producing a picture of a missing Congressman.
" We interuppt your regularly scheduled program, to bring you this special
report." says the news anchorman, " Congressmen Bill Getz and William Gunn
have been pronounced missing. They disappeared earlier today, while on a
business meeting with a genetitc sceintist. Sources indicate that the two
congressmen entered Madrid Industries, but never came out. These, added
with the other disappearances of the week, gives us a grand total of twenty
missing persons cases. We..."
Casino quickly, shuts off the television.
" We gotta find out, what's going on." says Jazz, " Initiating Droid Program..."
Jazz sits down at a nearby computer terminal and starts typing away at the
keyboard. Suddenly the holographic picture of a man's head, appears on one
of the many monitors.
" Hello J-J-J-Jazz. What can I do for you?" asked Droid.
Jazz smiles.
" Good evening , Droid. I need some information." she replies.
" Anything for you." says Droid, smiling.
Felony gets up and walks over to the computer.
" Knock it off, Romeo. We need some background information on Madrid
Industries." he says.
Droid's picture disappears, and the words "Scanning Business Database"
appear on the monitor. After about 10 seconds of scanning, the words "File
Found" appear on the monitor. Jazz presses enter on the keyboard and a
photo of Madrid Industries Tower appears on the screen, along with some
vital information. Droid dialects the information for them.
" Madrid Industries has been in business for seven years. Under the
management of Dr. Sierra Madrid, it has became one of the most successful
genetic research institutes in the world." says Droid.
Ms. Dee Meanor quickly turns away from her mirror.
" Did you say Dr. Sierra Madrid?" she asks, walking carefully toward the
computer.
Droid's picture reappears on the monitor. Alongside of him appears the
picture of Dr. Sierra Madrid.
" Affirmative. He's the wealthiest man in the U.S." replies Droid.
" Not to mention the most evil." says Ms. Dee Meanor, mumbling.
Pickpocket looks surprsingly at her.
" What are you talking about? Dr. Sierra is a good guy." he says.
Ms. Dee Meanor, turns to face Droid.
" Droid, Super-Villain Data Search: Morbid." she says.
" What are you doing?" asks Casino.
" Dr. Sierra Madrid is not who you think he is. He's one of the world's
most feared men." she answers.
Pickpocket laughs.
" Yeah right. Dr. Sierra has never done a bad thing in his life, right
Droid?" says Pickpocket.
Droid frowns.
" Unfortunately, I cannot agree with you, Pickpocket. Take a look at
this." he says.
A long list of crimes and times, appears on the monitor.
" What is that?" asks Jazz.
" It's Morbid's criminal record." says Droid.
" Who is Morbid?" Felony asks.
" My stepfather." says Ms. Dee Meanor.
" Your stepfather?!" gasps Jazz.
Droid produces a family photo, on the monitor.
" Yep, look." she answers, pointing at the monitors.